Time

 
TIMES (From www.anthonygrandin.com)

Times when you forget your own name
Author in another time
Times changing so fast, realizing that every time you see the leaves turn brown might be your last
You only live once, well i want to live forever
Through my legacy and endeavors
Forever

But as i march through the sea, my dreams stay in the shadows
Imagine being in the middle of the sea standing on water
They say that’s religious but i just call it overly ambitious
I drown in my own passion, i frown and complain
I recall my pain each day at a time
The sun goes down and i would run toward the other side

I conquered all that, can you believe that is true
I think so, but i want to hear that from you
I want to know that this isn’t surreal poetry or my damn eulogy
I want to be free on my own power, and so far i’ve been doing some walking

Going into the flames to get a cape and some other shit
Finally having some underwear that fit
Something to sing, and some time to dance
My best friend used to be a little ant, no not me
Anything to grasp, trying to be
Just to be
Until the end
Until the end

And i look at the stars in the sky
They tell me the love me
What would you say to infinite truth
What do you say when your sitting on the roof
Something so plain turns into a masterpiece in the sky
And it was then that i knew i’d never die

Sospedos

Negative man
I’m a negative man, in a blabbering scene so let’s be real
Taking care of documents, library of god’s word
I’m discouraged wide awake
But falling asleep

One day i blow up

One day, one more day without love
Don’t kill me
Don’t say those things

Just spare me in this wilderness

Spare me in City Light
because before i wrote this night

I’m a Villain

Long obituaries through arbitrary nights

Fighting for my Grandmother to live through unnecessary lights
As a child i skipped through flying kites, leading the film room and studying the good ol’ fights
The World through a book, i was a villain
Laced with irony, is that a paradox

Me vs Myself now that’s something i’d paid to see
Blood on the dance floor and a reflection of you and me
I cared about a world so careless, by my life for the perfect price

No soul to sell, the devil has it in hell

I’m a warmonger, a villain in this culture, so let’s build something thats fit to last

Ability to Dream

 

I’m attempting to live life long enough to where I can afford a vacation

Yeah, do drugs on beaches and flirt with sexy foreign girls

See swirls on some foreign made shit and maybe never come back
Look at cracks, make jokes that are whack and find some happiness I can contract

Yeah, I’ve got a mask to my face trying to understand the place I’m in and blow up with pace

Trying to live a life with pills on the dash
Trying to understand that there is more to live then success and cash
But then there comes a memory or two,

Of my father or of my old crew, holding our breathes floating through air until our faces turned blue

And it’s true that you only live once, but is that a good thing?
If you have a disease or a lack of rings and bling, you are tortured within yourself

Religion can’t do the trick so you call up a magician and watch your friend’s dick desecrate who you love

At least for that one day, you had a lot to do and even more to say               

On your brain, all hate comes into play

But what if life was a chair of bowlies or some type of abstract shit, if we could fall down a bottomless pit and find some rhymes to spit, find some canvases to paint and some essence that’s already been lit

All the incomplete in life is art, we all can’t draw but we have the ability to dream and think

Changed by Change

Where will you be on Judgement Day, helping others or under the coversNo time for help, no time to serenade
No time to recognize what has happened, second guess my sanity, doubting that this chaos has an entity beyond the wrath of nature

The way you are and the way you smile
The death by diamonds and the life by trial

When you are a star much higher then you should be
a small light that just didn’t seem to mean to much
A few words of wisdom shared, remembering you won’t be cherished for what you didn’t do!
So where will you be when judgement day comes, because the angels will be watching and they’ll never let you cheat, it’s not about where you are now, it’s about where you go

As you stare into the apocalypse with your smile untarnished, thinking that better times will come
Better things ahead, hopefully you’ll make it the next night without showing up dead

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