Stream

In the mind of a gangster, I'm stressing and repressing the lyrical words/ and climbing and climbing to get higher/ 'cause this world don't know me, they can blow me, till I return.

I mock little ingrates who test my patience/ alleviation nation injecting whatever satiates/ the wicked flow of virus that Burns through your mind/ with boredom hoarding more sordid things for some, unlucky, to find. I cap my tolerance at maybe/ I might have a baby/ cause I fucked so many women who just wanted me to go crazy/ raw dog and bail other wise they wouldn't have laid me/ this is the Neo apocalypse where apathy is the way see: a lot of mother fuckers they just sit on the line/ and success is too much work for the bitches that are fine/ so they take what they want from a cat that's willing to give it/ no love or emotional contact/ "this is life", they say, "live it."

Pretty little biddies stake a claim on romance/ but you know they won't take chance, they just want you in their pants. A spiritual world where we devoted to violence/ and the reciprocity is good people devoted to silence/ I suppose it's all about, "just do what you can"/ and be careful not to die when you finally land.

It's soft as sand paper in the depths of my heart/ maybe one day I'll wake up to see people whose hearts work and start.

Last of the day

I write rhymes that win, in time, repetitively/ the greatest creator of the entire century/ to stand on the shoulders of god's who mentored me/ through their rhymes and wisdom like grenadine/ makes a drink sweet that we sip with our lives/ independant of the cruelty that can end with the scythes/ of shinegami who reap the mass nature of pawns/ in an off beat world where they say "you're just wrong for"/ I never thought of this as just some dumb chore/ I speak my heart-felt words like a willing whore/ I'll get cut down because I'm chilling and I like what I do/ and I like the raw feelings I get from each and every crew. I've traveled the tribes like denizens of mesopotamia/ and burst through the mind like bullets through craniums/ It's draining to see this world, a vapid universe again and again/ all I wanted was a lover who could be my best friend/ I want to feel vibrations like the affects of the bends/ and to die by your side is such a heavenly way to end.

After Midnight

Raindrops fall on painted tapestries
With yellow and greens and reds.
Painted like the illumination that colleges endure
To put money in their pockets and gold plated shoes on their feets.

Raising the future bankers of tomorrow
To create the next group of elites
No sorrows for the dead and dying
In the menagerie of different streets.

Painted by goya mixing red, whites and blacks
A chemical reaction from which there's no turning back
Suffering is peaked in hoods they can't paint their fences in
All because of arguing over an amount of melanin.

It's al$o about money
Gotta be holding or look funny
Dressed in the same clothes smeared with fry oil
A mess on a sun day; toil

I breath repression till my eyeballs broil
walking quilted tapestries on what used to be soil
And all the world watches from their crafted lawns
The people training these kings to be middle men pawns.

Your games fucked up, cuz
These ballers remember their bloods.
One nation, one spirit, one fury,
One love

Life leads to you

Life is long and twisting dear
But life leads to you.
Each and every time I've feared
You've now ended them by giving truth-

That one day I would find romance
In the vagrancy of youth-
One day I would be vindicated
Because life leads to you.

So long to my days as vagabond
So long to hoping I might see sooth-
For resting in life's hard embrace
Shows me life leads to you.

Hope eternal and loving lost
Has brought me pain with truth
But all I had was time and patience
For years have shown me life leads to you.

So I can rest in peace tonight
Without the security of groups
And wake up to tomorrow calm
For despite my wrongs,
Life leads to you.

Sweet and Simple

Oh Seraphim and cherubim
light me with this fire again-
One angel's mine to warm within
Mon belle, Michelle, my Seraphim.

Regret for emoting

Of all the goals of those more bold
There's strength in apathy and hearts so cold-
They forge a path with blinded eyes
towards futures of routine and loveless lives.

No life is won without reservation
alas, I hate my full sensations.

Full moon thoughts

The light encrusted soul of old
gleams like dull and greening gold.
Lest fear overwhelm our sympathies-
some of us choose a different person to be.

We strive along the weary road
attempting to flourish on what we know-
and yet we miss out on the souls we've sold
the road not taken is often our own.

So sip sweet nectar vagrant children-
rise to the occasions your drifting goes
one day you'll awaken to the rhythm of the world
or perish without knowing the need to know.

In any case, I can sleep tonight
with the hope you'll join me in this fight
to surrender fake freedoms for doing right
and enjoy love in an effortless plight.

Oh how the doldrums whine tonight
just do right and fight,
your uniquely individual fights.