Agreed

 

Have you Heard this before, in your aural periphery, I downtuned my emotions to make them muggy on a beautiful day

My friend’s body was left swinging, we were taught spirituality as we drowned in herbal tea, I questioned my dignity day by day, I wrote that boy’s eulogy, but only my pen had something to say

I DONT LIKE THIS SHIT

I DONT LIKE THIS MUD

He was a good kid, i question why the best tend to spill their blood

We were in a state of desperation, be we have to agree with their Law

YOU DONT NEED THIS DISEASE

YOU DONT NEED TO SEE WHAT I SAW

PLEASE DONT GET THIS DISEASE

PLEASE DONT SEE WHAT I SAW

The Hallways smelled like the present, the future was what they made us resent

Relentless Fire, but he burst his flesh because he wanted a kiss

I HATE THIS SHITI DONT LIKE THE WAY IT LOOKS

I want to hear some music that means something to me

Far from an urban hymms, Im not a fan of melodies, jingles or Epiphanies

I escaped isolation, but this was another time

I do myself a diservice with suede rhymes positive flow laced with wind chimes

I like simple things

Im not a Man of my word

We’ve seen to much to go along with drama and beef

The children dont understand its KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL…

We forgot the ways our mothers raised us

We forgot the days, when there was difference between right and wrong

Its just been to long…

I felt like Layne Steeley was singing to me as i slept, I  felt like I was losing what they taught me, the heart i wish i could’ve kept

Drugs took my friends away, Poison grabbed my closest friends

Sobriety will save me from my end

I was chained, but i have love to send, but when i look around i still hate all this shit

Everything i see, you have to respect my pain, maybe believe, what this place is doing to me

Im going to stand when im told to sit!

Why is it weak to cry for my friends floating in the sky

I cry everyday reliving the day they died

I cant think of them, I Cry when i think of where i had to begin

MY HAND GRACED THE SKY, AND I LOVE TO SHOW THEM WHERE I AM

Take this with a Grain of Salt...

The Battle Cry

This is the life under thunder storms, uppers like lightning and downers like Grunge Tic-Tacs

Those banging their heads to Kurt Cobain with their feet up in an upper class cul-de-sac

We live to learn the conscious expression is whack and society carries around flack because now being fat is worse than being black

Soak in the poison and believe in lighter days and lights at the ends of dark tunnels, believe that the chants and battle cries of a generation of that make believe that a brighter day shall come, as we burn Mercedes and thousand dollar tees

Beauty is only what you perceive

We rise with swords and guns as mother earth grieves

The noise drifts away and so do autumn’s leaves; it is we who should flee the smog and the desolate black clouds

The stories read aloud to children are corporate mechanisms and your sex life is a euphemism

The young boy plots revenge with slits on his wrists while his brother is in the next bar getting pissed

We fell in love with an antonym, waiting for the horns, flutes and the rest of Gabriel’s orchestra to begin

 

They sing and sing, buildings fall to the earth, but some could say this is a good start

the beginning, the birth without a hand held camera in sight

The wraiths write and the flickering lights from human indulgence splashes onto the scene like a bat out of hell

His words are hate out of heaven, we try to escape life unscathed but we lost so much time that we can’t find seven or eleven

We lost so many memories stored in the back of a machine

Your smile is that of a backwards gleam,

We don’t believe in family, don’t believe what’s said

What the fuck you going to do when you cut yourself and they criticize how much you bled

Fall back into the universe your peripheral blood red

The protest and the songs of the dead condone the joke and what we don’t know

We pray to a god and its divinity

We’d die for what we haven’t seen, just to fall from infinity

 

In a million years?

We’ll be happily searching through thousands years of rhymes and slime, but we go on searching line about you and me, we search for the crack of lightning that lets you understand an epiphany

Misspelling your future, we have an app for that

Talk back to the battle cries of a generation, will result in a crack or a slap

The greatest consumers of all, born into the era of crack

Hypocrites rendered into a higher place

The joke is that none of them know who they are at all

Small, skinny, black, white or tall, technology killed the Trojan horse as the entire history falls

We philosophize whilst snorting the purest lines

Party in South London while listening to grime

From every fight to all mankind, tessellate in their tirade, the art is that we laughed at all and the only crime is that they never allowed us to fall

Thunder

first strolled onto the scene with clinched fists and grinding teeth, now I’m rolling off the walls like Ketamine, I’d like to represent a mezzanine because you know my mathematics are looking great, I’m not the king of the hill because I’m snoring on a mountain of fate ready to sedate motherfuckers with my mates, tell me about violence? I’ve been killing my liver for fifteen years

They wanted to name my book the Epitome of Hopes and Fears, and they wanted me to concede but I slit my wrist for the blood sweat and tears,

feeling like nobody cared so I wanted to make things happen. Pushing books out faster than the New Haven guns are clapping, Try to triple team the best, what’s happening?

But none of this is a game to me, I write masterpieces on the weekdays and spell out symphonies on the low end, I’m off putting and so is the sequence of tens of which my salary is set to begin, watching your mother fend for herself against some vicious dogs, I’m going to snatch that mink grab those pearls, bleeding on the edge of the world, sniffing so much blow that I think I’m the curl in the comma printed on my pay raise. Crime pays, because I’ve been robbing ambition since I first walked into the room, I know they got my back even in questionable situations

All hope died of asphyxiation but I didn’t even get my hands dirty, the prodigal son,

the name seems worthy. Can’t hurt me, or phase me, Took time to investigate the bullshit and  this is my trophy. Used to wear a ski mask just to write a hit, now I know that the pen can be more than a grammatical weapon then the post pink slip

Born and Bred with a pistol in my mouth, I swear tears never streamed south. I have things lined up for the future, but the critics are to busy trying to open up my healed suture. Used to be loser, then became and monk and now I can crossover, jump over your head and slam dunk. Multiple bodies in the trunk with pencil wounds, your smell of success was years back and even then it stunk but now it’s rotting away.

On a day like today I’ve got life on a tray throwing up gang signs missing fingers, deformed ear, oh glad that you care. I thought you were to busy wrestling with your man teddy bear, and I stand sincere in front of you today, face painted with a  vintage look of fear. And as the beat gets darker so does the horizon, so go and get it. Empty threats are your death, no matter how fresh I’ll put you to the test.

I hear them laughing as I wake up in hell, but I’m a chemical that doesn’t mix well, I’m perpendicular to the sickness…hell, parallel to whatever is left, I want to go ill and stand still, I never took my eyes away when I wasn’t the predator but the kill

 

Now I dance to an ominous tune, I’m the king of the hill, independent of the population’s unrealistic lust of the dollar bill,

Perpetuating doom

I repudiate therapy and request for the snub to twist aside, I smile as the painful episodes subside, this is the season and I’m ready for war, but I have to stay alive as my mind contemplates treason, I continually attempt to outsmart reason

We swerve to the fast lane and the speed of sound stutters, we are raising prodigies

Brilliant oddities, In the distance you hear thunder, In my periphery, I sense wonder, like who is this bad ass nigga with all the thunder, will he conquer or blunder, Will he conquer or blunder? Or will all fall out off way as the new day starts to conjure sunrise, for your eyes only, we look at situations differently, because a lot of them end up quite homely. The biggest prophecy is to shoot you down where you are standing, but to desecrate everything without moving a muscle is of higher understanding

5 Stars

I’ve built a massive wall, but can’t build up my dots

I’ll break the small rules if it will show you lot

That I’m different from you and you aren’t the same as me

And the saddest thing I know is the fate of people close to me

Shadows of movements that I can’t see

Its not the end for you but it is for me 

I am a shadow among men who is dying from regret

I’m so in love with you, are you with me?

I’m lost in your space, and I’ll just take all that I can get

 

Sometimes I think and I fret

If life’s a game then let me place my bet, but if I lose what do I get?

I’d do anything if the thoughts could leave me alone

I might be a dog to you but don’t you dare throw me a bone

And I might be different from the rest , but I understand my fate

I am a shadow among men dying from regret

I’m so in love with your eyes, but show me the rest

I’m lost in the question but let me guess

 

I gaze at the starry night, twilight via dimming lights

The ambition, dead to rights

Space between the incision

Not picture perfect, just polished with precision

And as I deal with regret, I awake up from a winter sleep scared

But I know I am living

I’m right there when you’re upset

But I am a shadow among men who is dying from regret

I’m so in love with our past, but it’s filled with descent

I’m so in love with your sighs, can you hate me one more time

As I cry from regret will you appear at my steps

When I disappear will there be any regret

When I die will you forget?

SuperSerious

 

I had a girl, thought it be cool

Singing little lullabies against the flow of time

And I’ve been round the way, and now I’m back

I’ve flown on the back of the past

I’ve studied every frame of every memory

Worry about my fix as the whole world dies

Living a happy life that is all a illusion

Slavery is the best option because in your own depravity you didn’t even move

Let’s go find some models and get with the groove

Got a few hours left, so much to prove

You Thought You knew Me

Help me Become a Human Being
Help me get those feelings you brag about
Sex, Bravado and Drugs
Smoke, Loss of Innocence and adolescent rage
Past it but never ahead of it
Behind you, but not far

Those parties when you wish you said something
The “Fails” and the sweet and sour chicken Life at that end seemed so painful and dull, but wait to you grow older?
When the pain in your back has a name and you find ultimate love

You can’t understand until you go through, but the anticipation is killing me
Seriously i live through life charming those in hilarity but I wanted to be on a bigger level where i can be all iconic in how ironic my pity party turned around 
I was fighting addiction to hell, you thought you knew me back in the day when i was down and out in hell, well here i am today scars on my throat and lost years are in love with me

I talk about it everyday, but who listens can never be trusted You thought you knew me back in the day when you walked away as i called out for help, well i’ve battled a beast and found serenity after i found myself

Inside

I think you’ve got the big picture

 

I’ve got no real future

 

This is a house of cards and a world of whores

 

I lost myself before I could begin and its killing me

 

 

 

I’ve been trying to find my way uptown but I realized Life is a sadistic game, nothing more

 

I became part of a statistic, as society cleaned up the mess of the boy who went ballistic

 

Wrap your arms around me, this is an open relationship

 

And we live under the sun

 

And below the blue moon

 

But we can’t run yet

 

What do we live for when our lives come crumbling down

 

Subliminal pleasure and deafening sounds

 

But you’ve got the picture, I’ve got no future

 

 

 

When she knocked me over, I restarted my verse

 

She sprouted chauvinistic

 

So what do I say first?

 

I love you please so adopt my emotions and help me fight the curse

 

To be Alive, to Scream

 

 

 

I don’t want to lose myself twice so take me to the enemy so demise can end tragically

 

I lived my life, emphatically

 

Where you in the glee inside my hearse

 

Your lashing was the worse I was satisfied but focused on being better than everyone else, wanting to discover the distance between you and me

 

Patiently waiting for this to be a joke because my life was being lived inside you.

I’m getting Lazy!

Im sorry, my rhymes, poems and writing has been lazy lately!! So Sorry guys, but guess what its not WB its actually that i’m focusing so much on the book. Im in book mode not anything else mode, so i have to finish this. My Due date is 30th of December. I’m so excited and have lots of weird feelings. Thanks Guys…just thank you !

Beginning to Float Away

It hurts when I breathe it hurts when I bleed

 

And Cry,

 

Moment in the city when the promises will break

 

You always end the sentence the same way

 

I gaze up at the dark sky, on the same day I was fading away

 

Waiting for the right thing to say

 

Hold me as they tear me apart

 

Look inside deep and save my heart

 

And I am fading away so quick with the sun in my eyes

 

I carry lifetimes full of broken smiles

 

It hurts when I bleed

 

What I can’t have I desire, I used to be so low but now I dream higher

 

I’m fading away counting on there to be something

 

So Many years of nothing

 

 

 

I miss the blue skies, now I’m holding on with all my strength for my life God made an angel who has done nothing right

 

I don’t want to cry or bleed

 

I just want what I need

 

The Sun doesn’t shine because I don’t believe

 

I’m drifting away as all my friends they leave me

 

I need your help

 

Please Free

 

Me your sentences end the same way

 

I open up my arms, and close my eyes

 

You want to help this angel, because all night he cries

 

Now I’m fading away don’t you realize, I am dying right now from Life’s lies

 

I need everyone who loves me near, to open up my eyes

 

To see me so defenseless and help me try to stand on Blue Ice

 

 

 

The saddest thing I’ve said, is that I recognize myself in the mirror

 

I need you all to love me, love me clearer

 

Because I’m fading Away

 

Drifting Away

 

But I don’t want to die