Some say I'm an animal
No mercy rent through flesh
Like Hannibal a cannibal
Got that super chronic turn super sonic
Light speed fist make your
Mouth bleed indeed
I stay drunk hardly ever sober
I don't stop til the war iz over
No one survives it's the coming of the Jehovah
even though many passed along
Now Im christenin' the **** implantin' songs
In my head it's my daily bread it's bloodshed
All in my neighborhood black on black
Still can't find good it's understood
Everyday I read the obituary
Got **** how many of my peeps
Is in the cemetery ?
Everyday every hour I'm feelin' sour
Losin' power but somehow I still devour
Enemies crush they whole epitome
I set the foundation of gangsta
Others is siblings
I could swallow a whole nation will hallow
And watch how many troops will follow
That's right

So I talk a little crazy
Ain't nothing to it
Gangsta rap made me do it
If I flip it ruthless
Ain't nothing to it
gangsta rap made me do it
If I smoke a little Herman
Ain't nothing to it
gangsta rap made me do it


so many quick to grab the mic
Talking all hard like they can write
When I'm in the studio
Laughin' at these chumps
Soundin' like culos putos
Everybody gotta mixtape
Can't make an album
Tryna emulate the next man
Make ya own style youngin'
Like fools gold they see the fame
Stripped of manhood and they name
Rather go for the fortune
Learn the rules to the game
Ceos playin' you like dominoes
He say so I say no I want the imperial
then I show them the barrel
Gotta real killer named Darryl
That's my gun we go one on one
Battlin' the corporate moguls
Who think you can fool?
Leave there head busted like a ******
I'm a conundrum
No evidence found reignin'
As the victorious one

If you see me killin ain't nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
If I drop real **** ain't nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it
If i cause a lil gory riot ain't nothing to it
Gangsta rap made me do it
If you end up on the early bird story
Ain't nothing to it gangsta rap made me do it

Uh sitting on the last verse
I said **** the curse
Broke out the French Cognac
Reminiscin' about the dayz
Of wayback
**** i miss that boy Eazy believe
Me money is the root to all sorts
Of evil
Ask them.nigguhs sittin' ina cathedral
They say im wrong but im right
If ya black they look at you funny
But white girls undercover
Are curious "snow bunnies"


So if i make ya upset ain't nothin' to it
Gangsta rap made me do it
So if i talk a lil **** aint nothin
To it gangsta rap made me do it
If i **** yo ***** ain't nothin' to it
Gangsta rap made me do it

Some dayz I just wanna be lazy
Sometimes a lil mazy going trough every lil twist and turn from start to finish
Maybe I'll get a prize for making it to end end
Maybe I'll win
Man some dayz I just wanna be lazy seeing things pretty hazy
It's crazy how I feel this way
Maybe I'll see the other side
Meeting to be alive
Honey comb on a bee hive
Feeling alive
Giving out good vibes
But nah some dayz I feel lazy
Giving it out real blazing
Saying I'm honored is amazing
So maybe I'll get a stand ovation
Comparing to a tribe nation
How I'm great like the queen of seba
Speaking like gooey amoebas
But nah some dayz I just feel lazy

as i sit here wondering what could be wrote
on dayz like trees sometimes i need a ****
of the chronic and ill tell you no ****,
but ill go bezerk if the ***** didnt save me a hit.

cause thats just ****** and i wont lie,
scandelous hos and scandelous jive.
now time to move on to my main event
had to cop a new bag last one was spent.
ppl always  ask cause they wanna know,
why i only smoke **** and **** the blo?
thats easy to answer yes indeed, cause i wrote all this **** high on ****,
you could get cracked out or even take a trip,
your flies off a bridge and does a flip.
not me , i was smart enough to get high at home you see .
i cant remember where this is going, could someone tell me? lol enjoy.

tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between
addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat
don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic
and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore

from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic
deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name
it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop

hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace
three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz
all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded
most important of all: all of 'em are fearless

we don't know what it meanz to be scared
just some migrantz who will now be heard
da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz
we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa

one apartment here, and one block' there
like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler
sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah

power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said
unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it
find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz
ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz

otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored:
watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural,
and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal
as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz
g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity
and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz
i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish

"Say, whus tha good wurd, Mista Mornin Bird?"
"Ahh, ya know just chillin here singin these here tunes waitin fah Mista Worm."
"Ahh dat Mista Worm - he alwayz be runnin late."
"True dat!”
”Yo! peep this...
Last night he took his ol girl out on a date."
''A date? Really? Mistah Worm?”
"Yup.
But it getz betta tho.
It wuz dare anniversary. Ol fool went to tha chapel an got married."
"MARRIED!!??"
"mmhmm."
"Where dey get married?"
"At dare special spot in tha apple orchard.
Mistah worm told me he and hiz girl are movin to the Big Apple.”
“Big Apple? Fah what?”
“He gunna work fah tha East New York Farms.  I guess hiz uncle Jim
got him in.”
“…Mista Worm…”

"Say, howz Mista Skunk doin?  He evah get clean?"
"I dont see much of him theez dayz.  Heard heez down on his luck. Evah since tha paper mill closed he aint been tha same.  Heez so stressed out he got mo white hairz than a polar bear.”
“Dammmnnn!!!”
”Sumone told me that heez a nasty lil ol drunk wit a funky attitude and a quick tempa!
No wunda hiz wife leftem.
My understandin iz he still outta work - rummigin through peoples junk - collectin cans, tryin to make a buck.
Itz a **** shame, aint it?"
"Uh huh."

"Howz Mista Rabbit?"
"Miiiista Rabbit! Oohh dat Mista Rabbit he dunn got himself a nasty habbit."
"Whys dat?"
"He be stealin outta Mizz Jonsens garden again.
Otha day Mizz Jonsen shooed him away chasin him down tha block wit a pair of ol rusty scissors in her hand."
"Scissors!!??"
"Yup. She told him next time he wont be so lucky wit out hiz foot."
"WHUT!!??  Whus dat suppose da mean?"
"I dunno.”
"Dat Mizz Jonsen gone crazy!!
She dunn lost her mind in her ol age.
She crazier than a ******* rat!
Man, when Mista Rabbit gunna learn?”
"I guess when he haz no foot."

"Say, you talk to Mista Squirrel at all?"
“Itz been sum time.”
“How wuz he doin?”
"Man, you know Mistah Squirrel.  He wuz all ova da place, or at least he wuz.  He alwayz be jumpin from one tree to tha next, alllllwayz tryin to get a nut or two.  Last I heard he got deported and now lives in anotha county.”
“Why iz dat?”
“He dunn got locked up fah breakin in a few too many attics. They finally caught him....Stoopid fool."
''****…”

"Nuff about tha neighbahood.  How you been?  Havent seen you inna while."
"Im still doin my thang, ya know.
Roamin from town ta town, chasin down tail."
"Yous still chillin in dem alleys too?"
"Fa sho!"
"Man, aint a **** thang changed wit chu.
Yous alwayz been a cool cat...”

eternal soul whenever i die

ask my self why? we all gotta die?

lookin' up in the sky pray

to my heavenly father but y bother

cuz we too busy stuck on sin the gin

penetratin' my brain can't maintain

cuz the pressure building up not

long before i go corrupt

my soul will forever be tryna budge

stay breakin' the grudge

from the devil but it seems like i can never

break free into the sunshine tryna sever

me away from the righteous but i might just

accomplish my mission

reachin' to all the souls is my ambition

steadily loadin' up my ammunition

bustin' at the commission still wishin'

i could break away from this marriage to curses

and divorce her and i find a new wife

as i count down the dayz of my lives

 

lookin' at all my friends who pretend

to be homies but undercover phonies

too much problems going on

to be upset player hater nation

keepin' us in segregation

lies through the media and the press

daily tryna test all them thugs

pushin' drugs 

into the communities then give us

religion separatin' us with

divine unity

still constantly battlin' immunity

so u see all my tru's wake up

and stop being secluded by the news

cuz all they gone do is gone confuse

and abuse your subconscious

wipe away the nonsense

and find terse in your heart

cause u chasin' false pretense

 

why everybody always try

to bring out the devil in me

i see nothin' but drama

more so than baby mamas

wakin' up everyday to a cruel cruel world

lookin' at all the boys n girls

strugglin' to reach their goals

in life but the strife

keeps us binded blinded by

lucifer deceiving light

eternal sunshine will break free

into the darkness mark this incentive

motivate all in a downfall

stand tall cuz we gone get through it

together wither it be

peace or stormy weather we can

still endeavor

tokes from the ****

to clever my mind and see all the *******

don't ask me why im in a fit?

cuz its hard to survive

just countin' down the dayz of our lives

Today is one of those dayz
Where I don't feel like talking.
My head is down.
I'm dragging my feet while I'm walking.
They talk to me and all I hear is blah blah blah
****** gawkin like Charlie's parents on the phone.
Today my mind's gear box is stuck in overdrive.
And I just want to be left alone.
Blunts and alcohol to the dome
Rarely help me figure out what's going on.
I just need my thoughts to rise to the surface like foam.
I just want to go home and sift through my issues like a comb.
To rid myself of the thoughts that has never left me alone.

Today is one of those days
Where I don't want to think.
I thought about having a drink
but that will only lead me to bottom of a bottle.
Where my soul becomes pruned and I began to sink.
You see, the way my mind works
I travel to and from my past to decipher my future.
I can't quite say it works because my choices have always lead me being hurt.
Somewhere in my journeys I've lost a part of me. Forever buried in the dirt.
What I see on my quests
is that the music never left.
Always and forever
it compliments the beat up in my chest.
Like a drink with my cigarette
It has made life far from intricate.

A lot of my time goes toward thinking what have I lost and what I need to insert into my troubled mind but today I don't want to think. It hurts too much.
Today, is just one of those dayz.

A poem a day takes the pain away.
"It could always be worse"
That's what they all would say.

If it could always be worse,
Then why don't your words make it better?
Don't diminish what I'm feeling,
Simply bc someone's circumstances were harder.

A town was destroyed,
Lives stripped away.
My family and home still in tact,
But I too felt the wrath of that 22nd May.

The ****** and the bruised,
Don't forget the whaling sirens,
Continually speeding by for the first 48 hours.

Anything to help,
Water to the families
Prayers for the refugees.

Thank goodness it wasn't destroyed,
That football field.
What else would have sufficed?
To house the bodies,
In number, nearly 165.

Prayer and tears cannot rectify,
The pain and the hurt evident in mine eye.

Grasp hold of
The friends you were able to get ahold of.

Proud of this town I call home,
Banded together.
But my school, a whole other story on it's own,

I lived, breathed, what was just a building.
My faith in a structure,
Security and normality soon ripped from feelings.

The boxcar children?
The boxed mall children.
Diploma in a shopping bag,
Earned through PowerPoint presentations and 9GAG.

Thank goodness for glassed in boxes,
How else would I have been able to think?
Those tanks have awesome acoustics,
And hey couples can use them for **** tricks.

Build a fort of cardboard,
Film a music video that'll win zero awards!

Throw ping pong ***** over the walls,
Practice ACT while you hear the drama kids doing bird calls.

Can't use photoshop?
There's a class for that.
"Teacher" can't help with trig?
Here's an F for that.

Grief counselors available 24/7.
Doors are also always open,
So go get some lunch at the 7/11.

Took advantage of naïveté,
Skipped school to deal with that 22nd May.

But hey! Prom was still awesome,
And the seniors got scholarships,
So it's alright that my gpa was messed with.
Heck, I was a junior, easily forgotten.

Off to bigger, better things!
Forget the past,
Endure the change.

Hello MSSU or Crowder.
Community college "fo dayz"

This is how we deal with windstorms, in the little old land of Jomo.
The town banded together, but school....
It's more broken than ever.

They turn ya loose and you'll move on,
Cuz for a few years ya had a laptop,
And hey that's enough to build your future upon!

Part I
They say death comes in threes
I say pain is apart of reality
Looking at my homies
On the block guzzin' forties
And toting a glocks
On the look out for flaks and punk *** cop
****** ain't no stranger
Nothing but danger
Where I'm from deep in the slums
Ya find killers to drug dealers
Hoes and hoochie quick to give up the *******
They try to throw something to eat
But I don't bite I just watch and write
About the real.**** I see and feel
Keep my pistol concealed
So when my enemies lurkin' me
The last thing they gone see
Is a nice chromed nine shined
Blind Cuz I catch em off guard
Turned there vehicles into an open casket yea I'm drastic
I hate to see my own in plastic
But I gotta do what I gotta do
Its the life of a **** brotha
My heart has no fill so i feel no pain
Razor in my teeth herringbone as a neck chains
Made of gold times is growing old
Friends turn to foes
Looking for me but can't find me
Even though I'm right in front of me
Once im.in the dark I gather my best thoughts searchin for peace
In many ways
Hopin' for better dayz



Part II
And to all.my homies doing time
Hold ya head high to the sky
Cuz we know half of ya serving is a lie
Hard to support family
When ya sittin' in the penitentiary
society is a flim flam
Got ****!! how many brothers they gone lock up ?
The ***** *** system been corrupt no abrupt
After brothers the color of me
But if I **** another like me
I get praises silently from white society
And they won't care
If ya poor and on ya last dime
And do a crime
Not for the love of it
But to support his broken family
But media labels ya a culprit
Dangerous and the biggest threats
Are our cops letting the drugs drop
in the first place Miss the case
**** the judge They all gotta grudge
Against skin colored like me
I ain't a suckas I'm the black machavielli
In time I will rise no need to open my eyes
Cuz my third eye vigilant
Soon to be a retaliation for all the incarceration for scorning Black nation
Comin' with me violently we moving silently
With our clenched fist raised
Eradicatin' evil
Searchin' for better days 

I'm caught up
and brought down
in my feelings today.
That is why my face
shows depression
next to a frown
before you wave.
The thought of you
floods my lane.
So I detour
to get further  
away from you.
There is never
a right time
to tell you what is
on my mind.
That is why
I sit and sigh.
Trying to convince myself
that your very presence is a lie.
Once again
I'm listening to too much drizzy
and trying to remain busy
to forget what you have
done to me.
These are the days

The days in my feelings.

Heey Mahina tokotini
yuor so beautyful & so pweddy.
your my best fraand! n et wil neva end.
Yuor so funny, yuo mke me laugh al d tymz,
2 da dayz datz gne by!

laaaarve maree xox :p

Her soul grabbed the moon
As she tucked it inside her heart
She said from this day on
We will never part

That moon has been with her
Since birth
She doesn't remember
It holds no ones name

She called it faith
She said that moon
You refer too is not
The same one I use

Mine is of gravitational flights
High in The air
Of sleeping off daylight
Just to capture The night air

Of addicts pour and
Brokens sad state

I say The moon
Is ours
I just saved your soul

Dea iz dis hot chic I waz hooking up some yrs bak. Evrtym I aprchd her she turnd her back on me.I tried callng her a multiple taimz bt she hngd up on me like I waz useless...I nvr lost hp 4 2 wks until I rlzd dat she wz plyng HARD 2 GET 4 me which waz vewy silly! Dhea4 I gave up n gave her some space 4 about 3 dayz,dats wen she realizd dat I waz 1 in a million guyz!! Ges wat, she startd callng bak n textn me dat she waz sorry n she didnt know wat got in2 her etc...she kept beggin 4 us 2 giv t a try bt un42n8ly t waz 2 l8...! Da pain of her ignorin me left a sore in ma heart dat i dared not du otherwise but jst ignore her 2. I simply changd ma line n muvd on wit ma life. I thnk where she iz 2deh she must hav Learnd a lesson..!! NOW TELL ME GUYZ, DID I DO DE RAIT THING???

Parked a party, chase is true and fun,  
how we bad boys are always told not to run.

Sitting as the sorted sayings sweetly suggest,
Wondering of the heart beat in my chest.

Crazed the dayz in so many interesting ways,
Mercy the mercenary and the mercury in its finest white glory,
A stead for sure one to give my white mule Pepe Apollo a **** good run or two.

Days of slapping piston fury, hurry, Badger, before she disappears with the sun,
Never forget your furied and devastatingly dashing moncho games at play, oh let us say, pushing the bounds of the integrity of every **** thing that little ******* nassassist comes in proximity too.

Oh indeed yes, truly one of those silly but far to aggressive children with not enough lessons, though being said a sound or two over heard he can be a bit of a dangerous  toy to enjoy abuse.

Yet here that rather unremarkable slack logged cost inificiant, not so coificiant, and truly lack luster low end but buster, wilts away a Saturday as seemingly instructed, though still hungry for the ride or the rode, yet truly simply **** curious as to where to go, for surely she knows all too well where this fellow born to endure hell has landed,
Considering that pitiful *** face he gets when he feels all standard or oh, wait for it abandoned, doomed to repeatedly search, search , close but no game of grenades, for no cigars today, and she said so sweetly how she minded not nor would sound a saying of sad little mad *** max smoking a well deserved cigar.

What shall a tattered, battered, hopeful *** Badger ever do?
Sit and wait for his love to come through?
Drive till the end of the line, rode, time, or the gurgling of water filled lungs resonate through and true?

now cast not a sad, mad or half slashed nor attempted bashed boasting my way, for I am he and he is me and we have chased , chased , chased ,chased and even been pushed away, cast out to sea see if the water is freezing yet no echo back from the safety of some hidden shore spoken of as this little  bad  blue binki needing Badger true and true a beast with the **** to get , that is if he can find a **** thing so far true.
Hmmmm, wonder if he will ever see this wonder of a woman today, whom he believes is truly in waiting of him, least this is what the all seems to say, though, leave it to this one true heart to ***** it all from the start, well, at least he is honest, and far more than a few very upset folks seems to wish to think, but another simple thing, is he even worth the chanced dared dance, wait that would entail real flesh and a real eye to eye glance of souls screaming out loud of the pain, agony ,desires, disappointments, humor and gut busting truths we all wish were far less but still they relieve the stress......
Mine  eyes, mine teeth, mine heart it do beat, and mine extremities and mine animal truly do desire to meet, but a good hand shake and a hi, nice to finally meet, over some sweet *** seats all public or discrete, sure do make for happy were wolf feet.

Much love and respect, this is simply a ...... Funny jest of loving best, and it is best when we can do this thing without anyone beating a chest, wait, scratch that, **** it ,I am Tarzan, lets just do what ever we can. Lol

As I dream
I dream of San Diego California
In blues reds and purples
And in pixels
I dream vaporwave
I eat breather drink
Showrr
Vaporwave
As it's a very good
Escape

So take a look into
A world
Where nobody its embodied
By the harshness of sin
Earth is our final perdition
So we put our bids in
Make a foundation
Just so we can get buried back in
Sin
Ill be resurrected back to the times
Where our hearts hurt
I see God sheddin' his merciful tears
The pressure is here have no fear
Cuz i know my prayers will be heard
Lost as a sheperd i let the herds
Be led by the blind
Im lost in the sunshine
Clouded with a memory
Full of treachery
I thought these were angels around me
But its demon surroundij' me
Like a ****** of crows
Life is death row
Just waitin' my final time
Then i take my last breathe
Into a world wheres its repeating death
Pity crimes extortions to abortions
To petty thief
Im in a room gettin' through the crowds
Usin' my elbows
I see the prophecy exposed
I seen my thoughts enclosed
Its full of wizardy no magic
Just spiritual philosophy
From past ol ancient tactics
Ol man river don'tsay too mu ch
Cuz its hard to clutch
On to all the madness
Around me my pappa told me
It'll be dayz like this
Judgement Day
Is soon coming this way
And one day ill be tradin' places
With the diabolical hypocrites
Eradicating the angels w ***** faces!!!

I mis-kicked it
got on the District
It
is not the Circle line train

******* up
being chewed up
by the miles of
steel track
and when I'm restless
I see less
become more irritable
until the situation gets
intolerable and I
am plain horrible

I haven't got the patience
to play patience
too impatient and
it's not important
is it?

Now at the Temple
and there's a pain
in my temples,
it's a migraine
on a train
on the District line
what a fine time
I'm having.

Wait a minute
this is the circle line
it must be
I'm at Westminster,

I feel less pain
still getting a migraine
but
I'm on the right line
having a fine time
except for the migraine.

Now at Victoria and
heading to Sloane square
one had better beware
there's pickpockets
that operate
down
in Sloane square.

when I get to High street Ken'
I'll be almost done
touch in at
the design museum
just to see 'em,
the designs I mean
and see the Sun
I missed
getting *******
for absolutely no reason
except for the reasons
I was.

I got a new sweater today
Men's section
Of a cheap department store
It's too big on me
Fits like drapery
Concealing my form
That's the only thing I want to do anymore

I don't fit in clothes
Like I don't fit with girls
Too big, too bustless
Their sweaters hug my body
In all the wrong places

But I'm too small for boys
Too young
Too restless
With messy girly hair
And a slim doe's neck
I am not enough for them
I cannot fill their shoes

So I bury myself
In a baggy sweater
Drowning myself
In insecurities
Hoping no one will look closer
Find out what's beneath these clothes
Beneath this skin
Beneath "me"

From the moment of your first breath till your chest has no oxygen left.
I will stand with you in life an death...

I wasn't raised, I was only paid attention to when I misbehaved.
My mother left me to run around the state's. Drugs money and *** kept me from havin any bond with the teen mom.
A man was there,
a grandfather who didint welcome me to stay where I was left.
The man that gave me life wasn't there for any point, or any time.
I learned through my eyes, tried to follow in the footsteps of the in my life.
Learned about drugs first thing.
Respect, fear and how to fight wernt far behind.
As I grew up I was slowly caged, school and home was my only choice, everyday.....
4 acres in a farm was my place to play.
Met a man that was in deep with the gangs.
I was shown love by the ENE'Z!!
Then prison took some more from me.
Kept em away, and gave me letters from my homies talkin bout better dayz.
I went years without friends cuz my anger liked to hit em.
My pride liked to make me look like a dangerous villain, with weapons concealin as I threatened the other children.
I found out I was pour when the teachers asked why my clothes never changed, and when the kids ran away saying I stunk.
All the years I was  growin up, my feet were always rotted in my shoes.
Felt like they burnin, looked and smelled like it  to.
Age 12 I put a red bandana in my back pocket and went to school, all the scraps new!
Started towards me takin all my stuff and throw in it on the roof.
Haha I swear tho, that principal was a sewer rat too, they were ok cuz I was flamed up at school.
On day I made my uncle proud when I announced that I was a norteno too.
14 and I was facin time in prison, cuz we ran up to a punk *****.
He beat my aunt and tried it again when it was just her and a 3 year old kid.
So I cut that scrap and a homie pops that gat.
Can't even get in the house before the pigs pointed every gun in town straight at us
2 and a half wasn't half bad, sleep eat and work out
Forced to be released to family i hardly every see.
But it turns out that the new town was a gateway to ***** and drugs.
I was feard as a gangster ****, with a record to prove that I put in work.
I got bored of bonen random women every night, a man can only stay entertained for so Long in the same way.
Met a women, she was together with a ***** I knew.
Till he got that white in his controle room.
Then I swooped in and had a day wit her
That night she stayed and I gave it to her.
She came back late the next night, then never left again.
We left together , ran from  a crazy, thievin, white women only 30 days before i was 18 year of age
2 years we been goin strong, hard times hit like a planet. There wasn't nothin soft about it.
7 months in a box on weels me, my girl, and our puppy made 16 feet into our first home.
Till we found a space, back in my birth place. It was just after that my lover made it official, i was to be a father because she was bearing a child in which I had given my strength.

We're only waiting for his birth now, 21 weeks so far.

This was a little of my life. I promise tho, yours will be a great journey that myself and your mother will be there by your side.


  P.S. I will never promise the future....
I will never have power over the past...
But I will break myself into rubble to make every moment you live, better than anything I could ever physically give.

  I will live in poverty.
I will not allow you too.

I will go hungry, and feel pain.
I will feed you , and cure the hurt.

I will lose sleep, and work for cheep.
I will read you to sleep, and teach you how to be  what you dream.

I am your father
I am young, only 19
I was given no chance
I will stand so you may sit
I will give you every bit of my knowledge
I will never allow you to go without for my own happiness.


Your mother is the women  I love.
We will fight and disagree.
But love like ours rejoins quickly.
So your mother will have me standing at her side as you grow.
Together we will give you, life and the knowledge in which to live on any path that you choose

Calling your name
undeniable pain
tortured heartbreak
forced to fake
Justified beliefs
crashing blue reefs
mother nature at play
fierce unbearable dayz...
...Kelcee All