It's dark!
Lonely...
Is the walk on city sideways
Making my own way,
considering if crime did pay
Jail cell, filthy living
Stories from hell,
no homies living.
No family support
nearing thanksgiving
Better days, better pay,
That is to say
After release in may.
wasting away is youth
reliving unforgiving
sound from booths
Tarnished gold on tooth's
In truth, what's freedom
without friends when ya need'em
May not know, what you know!
May not go, where you go!
My dark piano melody emits
that classic gangsta shit slow.
Fuck them snares screaming
"Where them hoes?!"
Ashamed,
a feeling we all know
A constant conversation
But shit, yo!
I recite with excite,
a slithering snake's blight,
gotta make paper right?
Facebook and twitter.
God's new pedophile preacher.
not giving a fuck
what your thinking either.
No longer a child
Release ya'self from
responsibility
criminalistic glories
time flies by unknowingly.
Blood spills in neighborhoods
carelessly.
Cryptic visions misunderstood
terrifyingly.
Childhood dreams turn
Sweat, tears and fear
a shallow grave near
Today a mother cried.
Tomorrow...
Weather in cities or suburbia,
Them glock rounds murder ya
Thrown away keys,
a desire to know.
Broken souls below,
a shadow show,
walking to and fro
"Grown men don't cry!"
Home sweet home denied
Just wanted a piece of pie
Pain consuming heart
My dark art
sets apart body parts
A master piece of culinary art
Garbage, Mom left in Odor
cold, blue, a beating heart
and muzzle loader
Her other young too.
a baby's point of view
Just wanted to grow up with you!
I write so much
throwing Ink Grenades
I rarely hear life,
always pondering a phrase.
This life, like wondering a maze
Marketing pre-paid products to consumers
victims of violence by rivals of rage
maximizing profits, a business basic
I look in the mirror,
reality over the past twenty years
botched robbery
No sense having
direction or a following
disturbance of loneliness
laugh away my emptiness
Welcoming the enveloping darkness
withstanding the impact and coldness
An insignificant fragment of boldness.
Fuck all who...
proclaim a sense of belonging
Fuck all slappin hands, but faceless
Fuck this patterned existence.
Fuck every mountain and horizon
fuck every silent acknowledgement
sounding ignorant.
Lonely...
Is the walk on city sideways
Making my own way,
considering if crime did pay
Jail cell, filthy living
Stories from hell,
no homies living.
No family support
nearing thanksgiving
Better days, better pay,
That is to say
After release in may.
wasting away is youth
reliving unforgiving
sound from booths
Tarnished gold on tooth's
In truth, what's freedom
without friends when ya need'em
May not know, what you know!
May not go, where you go!
My dark piano melody emits
that classic gangsta shit slow.
Fuck them snares screaming
"Where them hoes?!"
Ashamed,
a feeling we all know
A constant conversation
But shit, yo!
I recite with excite,
a slithering snake's blight,
gotta make paper right?
Facebook and twitter.
God's new pedophile preacher.
not giving a fuck
what your thinking either.
No longer a child
Release ya'self from
responsibility
criminalistic glories
time flies by unknowingly.
Blood spills in neighborhoods
carelessly.
Cryptic visions misunderstood
terrifyingly.
Childhood dreams turn
Sweat, tears and fear
a shallow grave near
Today a mother cried.
Tomorrow...
Weather in cities or suburbia,
Them glock rounds murder ya
Thrown away keys,
a desire to know.
Broken souls below,
a shadow show,
walking to and fro
"Grown men don't cry!"
Home sweet home denied
Just wanted a piece of pie
Pain consuming heart
My dark art
sets apart body parts
A master piece of culinary art
Garbage, Mom left in Odor
cold, blue, a beating heart
and muzzle loader
Her other young too.
a baby's point of view
Just wanted to grow up with you!
I write so much
throwing Ink Grenades
I rarely hear life,
always pondering a phrase.
This life, like wondering a maze
Marketing pre-paid products to consumers
victims of violence by rivals of rage
maximizing profits, a business basic
I look in the mirror,
reality over the past twenty years
botched robbery
No sense having
direction or a following
disturbance of loneliness
laugh away my emptiness
Welcoming the enveloping darkness
withstanding the impact and coldness
An insignificant fragment of boldness.
Fuck all who...
proclaim a sense of belonging
Fuck all slappin hands, but faceless
Fuck this patterned existence.
Fuck every mountain and horizon
fuck every silent acknowledgement
sounding ignorant.