Am I a Buddha?

Running Down a Dream

Walking in the sky

Hey!
Look at me
The tall one
With needles.
The one doing all the emotional labor here.
Let's begin.

Step one
Approach with respect
I may look patient
but I've been standing in the cold for months
don't make it weird
Fluff my branches gently
as if I'm royalty
and you're late with the tribute
No shaking
No "Oops"
We both know you're stronger than I am

Step two
Lights first
Please
Last year you wrapped them like a confused spider
having a nervous episode
This time
one smooth spiral
like you're teaching math
Not too tight
I like to breathe
Not too loose
I'm not a philosophy essay

Yes, I see you reaching for the tinsel
Don't
We're having a talk about that

Hang things evenly
I'm not here for your emotional asymmetry
No clumps of baubles
like I'm hoarding planets
If you must put the sentimental ornament
you made at age six
fine
just don't make it my center of gravity

Step three
Garlands
Choose one
Elegant ribbon
wooden beads
or that weird popcorn chain
your aunt insists is "traditional"
Do not combine all three
I'm a tree
not a buffet

Let's review the topper rules
no stars, none, zero
Try a ribbon swirl
a paper snowflake
or a miniature reindeer
questioning his life choices
And place it gently
your dramatic jump last year
made you limp through New Year's Eve

Hang things evenly
gravity is real
and I've met it
Balance the shiny
balance the strange
don't tilt me like
your work–life balance in November
I may look festive
but trust me
I judge

Step four
Stand back
Admire me
Pretend you participated in the process
more than you did
I'll allow it
Now plug me in
Watch the room glow
I do it for free, you know
But yes
you’re welcome

Take a photo
that makes me look taller
than the sofa
Then post it proudly
on your Instagram feed
I’ll handle the sparkle

DECORÄTEME

da Crow (Demo)

Let’s enjoy this night out,
Drink this poisoned cocktail,
I don’t have a cock but
At least I’m not in jail 

I grew up in a Kentucky dumpster with a bum on bumps and a bummer it was, sucks a gunner I was that fucked every summer and plucked every feather I’m nuts and the weather is fun and my guts are fantastic.  Elastic, your flaccid,  and rabid and rancid im Gina Da Lesbian showing her ass on acid to a fat chick who’s damaged from pork chops and inbalanced and tragic and challenged to manage the damage of her diet, your quiet and I’m a fucking riot.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

I like to scissor chicks in winter kid so our legs light up like splinters you’ve never seen a fire start quicker than when I lick the whiskers.  I’m into big girls, lox pearls and smoke cigs, twirl my head around to scare squirrels I’m mad at the world and the world is a cartoon, looney and rude, hopelessly screwed but I chew off the dark thoughts, my titties are store bought, I shimmy shimmy cocoa puff to wherever the GOATS are cause ima hope star rhyming dope bars for everyone from the pentagon to the pope, rent an office and mope, the Pentecost can’t come soon enough.  I’m Gina Da Lesbian I’m from the moon and tough.


I am Da Gina
I Like Vagina
I’m A Dike
With A Bike
Fresh as
North Carolina

Gina Da Lesbian Ft. Gina Da Lesbian

This Song was Mixed & Mastered by- Top of the 🌎  recording studio.  Lyrics written & performed by ( Dub Side Dan  ) The Rap Musician.  BEAT MADE BY D. E. A.k.a. Dub Side Dan 

Green Bags

Overcome

Rapped, written, arranged, composed, produced, originally performed by Jah-Femi Telewa

“Simple lady sing” - meaning sweet , humble and uncomplicated lady sing…

A boundary-free fusion of hip-hop, trap, orchestral tension, and Japanese vocal aesthetics. Cinematic lows meet modern rhythm as cultures, emotion, and restraint collide in a dark, immersive soundscape designed for listeners who value atmosphere, narrative, and evolution over formula.

Toku’s Vault

Lyrics

Toku 
Split heads like Goku
Super Saiyan ecstasy 
Dreading infamy 
I slay beasts of my enemy
And fight with those who envying 
Without remorse or pity
I’m gritty
Rolling hard through the city
Probably hard without knowing 
I got protection showing
Keep it close to my heart
See moving in silence is a golden art

You can’t mess with us
Born of silver dragons 
Who spit fire curse
If you have seen the things
Diamond golden rings
And flames for wings

You can’t mess with us
Born of silver dragons 
Who spit fire curse
If you have seen the things
Diamond golden rings
And flames for wings

It takes skill just to know me 
I’m like shinobi 
Smooth ninja
With height just like Kobe 
Score on these heads like basketballs
got legs
It’s good son 
Still like a virgin
Nuttin here is gruesome
Still I’ll let the simple lady sing
Cause rapping this long is not my thing 
Yeah

Cause rapping this long is not my thing 

Sora wa haiiro ni kawaru yo
Tsuki wa mada tomaru no sa
Kiri no naka chi ga nagare
Ueta tane ga me wo dasu
Kaeru ga tobi tachi ta basho
Ima wa kuroki mizu ga naku

You can’t mess with us
Born of silver dragons 
Who spit fire curse
If you have seen the things
Diamond golden rings
And flames for wings

You can’t mess with us
Born of silver dragons 
Who spit fire curse
If you have seen the things
Diamond golden rings
And flames for wings

ToKu’s Vault

Another round, another mistake, another “I won’t,” and then I’m down… straight into you.
Play it late. Play it loud. Don’t call me. I’ll call you.
—————————————

Me in the doorway,
Laughing at nothing,
Then gone.
Out on the pavement,
Talking to no one,
Alone.
Night in this city,
Empty as my heart
Right now.
Rain on the river,
Beating the rooftops
Down.

Down, down, down, down, down,
I’m going down, down, down, down, down.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Haunted by words that were never true,
I’m still in love, still in love with you.

And I’m going down, down, down, down, down,
Straight into your arms.

Keys on the table,
Sticky with last night’s
Dust.
Us in the pictures,
Watching me drink and
Rust.
Glass in my fingers,
Cracked like the oaths
We swore.
Heels in the hallway,
Waiting for footsteps
No more.

More, more, more, more, more,
I can’t take no more, more, more, more, more.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Painting stupid futures just for two,
I’m still in love, still in love with you.

And I’m going down, down, down, down, down,
Straight into your arms.

If I called you right now,
You’d let me back in,
With our tired excuses
And our pockets of sin.
We’d be falling down, down, down in those same old bars,
And I’d wake up smiling, still reaching for your arms.

Someone tell me why, tell me why and how,
I’m still in love, still in love, still in love now.
Painting stupid futures meant for two,
Knowing all along they’re not for me and you.

And I need it more
Than you ever knew.
So it’s round, round, round,
Then down,
Straight into your arms…

Straight Into Your Arms

THE ONE AND ONLY! THE AMAZING SOUL AND HEART! HIT IN THE FACE MUSIC! STRAIGHT GOT DAMN VIE PRODUCTIONS! To all who steady riding with. THE AMAZING SOUL AND HEART! I love y'all! I thank y'all! Music for the world! 

CRACKING!

No More Holding Up

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No More Holding Up

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