Cha-Ching

I'm a Aspirant Dj/Producer from Indore,The heart of India.


Soundcloud over Spotify, without a doubt. I paint & create. That is everything but music. Want a custom album or single cover? Ask. Good bud maintains the high. My pencil occupies this paper. This brain is leaking, deflating, sinking. Sand man visits those unable to sleep. KO'd by gritty thinking. A restless Ninja falls deep. Nightmares slowly seep to keep this young Ninja in the shadows of men same as sheep. Sword game tight. Eyes closed, no sight. An internal struggle. A battle to conquer all that is right. Yellow Black or White. Color makes no difference among the shadows, as one we fight. Grey the color. Grey the light. Grey I am. Gray is night. Emotions & color mean nothing here. The Ninja life is one of secrecy. One of no tears. One of no feelings. One of no fears. Your path is clear young funky psychedelic ninja. Stay trippy. Stay hippy. A weirdo. A formidable foe. I super-soak that hoe. All time low. Shame makes one slow. Vengeance begins to tow and row. Revenge like whoa. Heart black as feathers of a crow. A grey ninja with a bow. This ninja lifestyle has nothing to show. Hate I sew. Love I grow. Mary-Jane is my queen. Her shoulder so sweet yet so stanky but a pill feign results in a body so lanky. Skinny & swift, this Ninja's no Yankee. Georgia boy who's a bit cranky due to a woman so skanky. The ex. The sex. I'm a goddamn T-rex. Forever out of reach. Arms to stubby & short. A reputation tarnished as futile waves of self-reflection crash upon on the foggy shores of my beach. The sea-shells preach. Word of god like a leech. Feeding on all. Your true self, your true color, I will bleach. A naive grey ninja with no speech consumed the forbidden furry peach. Georgia on the verge of a mental breech. Peach fuzz tickles the memories of tomorrow. The future is but fuzz, the bee insists with each buzz that life is what one makes it... life is what one does. Make no effort to progress, you will be a Ninja that once was... soap without suddz. Meaningless & grey, not the ninja known to obey. A rogue ninja is the prey. Onward to thick white fog. As ninjas we sit & wait in solitude. Visibility a discrete analog. Life is but a drenched catalog of broken humans & creatures alike. Soaked in revenge, a red glaze blood-lust. Karma is my bitch & I'm about to bust. White as snow. Orgasmic glow. Ejaculate of the hero leaves all ninjas slow. Sticky demeanor. Tadpole creamer. Life never cleaner. Skeet. Skeet. Smoke the reefer. Twisted mind, blazing fever, village overseer. My heart & soul reside in hells freezer. The essence of a leader. Justice serves as evils feeder. Poison only, food is bitter. Ninja so lonely, sword aglitter. The reapers no phony, a death emitter. The reapers so bony, to fritter away countless souls and retain none is as bad as tossing away homemade macaroni.
I'm to high for this, cheese no pepperoni. 


Saint Jason the Great will save your soul with good beats

Cha-Ching

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