Name: Profanity Family by Samples_9ine
Duration: 5 min 4 s
Description: this track is me just being me when i have the floor

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this track is me just being me when i have the floor

Profanity Family

Yes, and they love it,
fuck i wish my mother hadn’t given me morals at times
reaction would be swift an as clean as the dirty action
that was crafted and served
and the failure to grasp the concept of how precious life is.
And this little life Present
needs the presence of two lives to live
there’s
more than your life
in the game of life we live.
then life would move on from such and set presidents that is
NO, THAT BEHAVIOUR IS NOT RIGHT
your vagina is not an immunity to executing the shooting in the idealism you where the victim.
thus, forming the fundamental basis of a notion carried there forth.
Sain insanity tied to a belief system that has managed to take a system to protect the vulnerable and their children,
from males that are of similar ideologies that achieve no less a result of division That’s filters weeks years that follow too all lives breathing
That life you needed.
lies can’t lie that another life is needed to bring life into the world and life needs life to live.
teaching the life that was created that only one life was apart of its making destroys three lives’.
In lies that were created to hide that
Unmistakably
Your life in your mind,
was more important than the little life and the big life needed as part of this perfected equation.
That two lives are needed to create a life
when you mess with this you damaged three lives this equation is perfect in its nature as its naturally created regardless of lies life needs life to live
written by samples9ine. 
Poodle Mc 2023

LIFE NEEDS LIFE TO LIVE

I will never follow your ways, your sorrow, your hate
questions will grow from the seed we breed one day will come like Monday
our seed will need to explain why you lie when you breath

So, as time goes on I patiently waited.
In vain, I attempt to navigate the process of your brain
to find answers that may simply explain
how you pass the nights looking into the eyes of what we both played a part to create
at your hands, the ones he trusts you took his normality away.
Intense desire to divide and separate.

your love for him is not enough to overcome your hate
with those same hands comfort a child who has seen the world once
bright yellow now a dull grey
do you feel truth to the excuse you say to this little boy's face
knowing it is you that has made his world a darker place

VS 2
methods of resurrection now, my Madness, my words mark the damage
you managed to manifest
2 am most nights become a dark time to be alive.
Waking gasping for air, screaming this isn't fair, asking for this all to be imagined.
I have never felt this kind of helpless sadness when you are someone's light
their actual lantern erased from them as if you were magic.

I can hear him asking why his dad is not coming to grab him
in my mind's eye I
Imagine his confusion as to why his dad has just vanished.
Thoughts of his sadness become.
Anthrax on this terrorist's napkin. Both of us are victims of her Madness
my head feels like shredded cabbage.
Contemplating thoughts that would have me in chains, and her game plan forever changed.

Pacing back and forth, ranting to an empty room, brain waves concur a million ways I will make you understand.
what it feels like to be under the hand of a man bitch
I am coming for my son
excuses are not answers.
I am done with asking I am demanding.

as this is happening, I have flashbacks of when I my self was that kid
as quick as the Madness that flashes through my mind
there was ration.

I begin to imagine looking at his mum through his eyes
the eyes I look at my mother, though
roles reversed, my own words would say

I could not care what Mum had done
would never be an excuse enough for anyone to lay their hands to
let go of my pain imagined through to when you are twenty-two
this very moment will be only a memory in time all too soon
you will be able to fathom what happened
the standard I set here will be what I expect from
you

written by
Samples_9ine
for Oliver Laurence Robinson
2022

WATERS THICKER THAN BLOOD Recorded To TRAPPED KEYS BY LUKE

Porque esto es un viaje solo de ida así que vivamos la vida de -Mera Alegría-..

Mera Alegría

Track Name: 44
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The Last Lesson: A Tale of Rome's Twilight

Verse 1:
In ancient Rome, a teacher wise
Lucius by name, with weary eyes
He walks the halls of faded glory
To share with youth the empire's story

Verse 2:
For thirty years he'd shaped young minds
With virtues strong and truths divine
But now he wonders, heart grown cold
If ancient wisdom still holds gold

Chorus:
In shadowed halls where whispers dwell
You see the truth that none dare tell
As Rome descends, the nobles sell
Their honour for a safe farewell

Verse 3:
The Flavian villa, once so grand
Now crumbling stones and barren land
Where treasures gleamed and silk once hung
Now only echoes of what's done

Verse 4:
One day the noble Marcus came
With news that brought them both to shame
"The Visigoths have made their offer
To save ourselves, we must now suffer"

(Chorus)

Verse 5:
"They want me as advisor now
To guide them as Rome takes its bow
They promise safety, wealth, and more
If I but open up the door"

Verse 6:
Lucius asked, "What will you do?
Our Rome, our honour - see it through?"
But Marcus, with a bitter laugh,
Said, "Honour's led us to this path"

(Chorus)

Verse 7:
"Look around you," Marcus cried
"Our streets run wild, our soldiers hide
The barbarians knock upon our gate
Perhaps it's time to change our fate"

Verse 8:
The teacher felt his old heart break
For all that time could not unmake
He thought of students long since gone
And wondered what it was all for

(Chorus)

Verse 9:
"I cannot tell you what to do
I'm just a teacher, tried and true
But remember what Rome once stood for
Law, arts, and knowledge - nothing more"

Verse 10:
Marcus clasped his old friend's arm
"You've been our conscience, our good charm
Whatever comes, I want you to know
Your wisdom's helped our family grow"

(Chorus)

Verse 11:
The teacher turned to face his class
Young faces bright, untouched by past
He vowed to keep Rome's wisdom strong
Through lessons taught, traditions long

Verse 12:
For as empires rise and fall away
The seeds of knowledge find a way
In young minds taught to question why
Rome's legacy will never die

(Chorus)

The Last Lesson

Guitarist/vocalist Matthew L. Miles shares a new mix of his classic 2013 composition.

Right Where I Want To Be 24

Death Wish

Tetris Remix (Remastered)

So Am I Freestyle

Well, my original attraction to hip-hop, especially freestyle hip-hop, ties in with my ADHD, and from since I could remember, my authoritarians have reminded me that I have a big mouth,
 or I’m a smartass, or that someone will fill my big mouth in one day, so it was an attraction that I could utilize my natural gift of challenging the worship or rebuttal with substance,
 meaning, and mostly understanding at the original time of my training, my brain to speak in rhyme was to outsmart the apparent smart people who know better than to take their words pull them apart restructure them, and have them contradict their own wisdom that was initially to 
teach this big mouth a lesson as schooling was not my strong point whilst at school when I left, I started reading heaps and started teaching myself how to form phonetically correct sentences or to make use of 
adverbs and the funny thing is that when you exceed the level of the
 self-appointed coherence of the coherent, they turn around and say it does not make sense. 
Or is it just waffle and the ignorance of people who are too self-absorbed to see there are more levels than self-appointed elite status I would like to challenge of challenging the elite status of knowledge well, 
I am a tad older these days, so I don't have as much.
 I desire to correct the elders as I am one. Aha, so here we are 20 years on, and I still use rap, the power of words, and DS as a tool to either therapize myself or point out a message that otherwise would. 
just be lost in the shitstorm people like to create also once I have recorded my rebuttal. 
or message that I want to be heard or just unload a load on my own chest it can't be changed, and there is never any he said she said because it is exactly what I said funny people soon start understanding when it is heard by more than their ear, and he doesn’t make sense line doesn’t wash because I’m like well 100000 
Other people got it. Concisely, that’s where my inspiration originally came from. Eminem played a big part in the way I use words, double syllables, limericks, double entendres, etc.
 There are a lot of artists that inspire my way of lyricism, from my written works to my freestyle works. My word selection is very conscious, and I have spent 20 years fine-tuning what was. 
Once, I thought it was impossible to achieve, but I got there. Well, my own goal, anyway, was just to be able to throw a beat on and let my brain take over.


As time inches towards dawn's mistress of light,
daylight glistens and a new chapter of life starts its beginnings.
your troubles left at yesterday's end. make today your own free for you to bend
Set the trend for tomorrow's new
When all is blue remember the next days a new 
And a fresh breath of life waits just for you.

Written by
samples9ine poodle mc 
2010

I am who I am
That's
All that I’ll be
You are also.
you
Free to be you.
You
You are who you be?
I won’t ever be tempted to
Ask.
So please don't preach.
My loyalty undoubted its known without speech
All I ask.
We don't burn.
Position of royalty
Our lives gifted.
One to an another
You
To me honest
We stand here as lovers.
What is shared between two?
In fleeting
Moments we breath
Shall be both under this omen.
Time
Shall still stand open
The words
That we spoken
BE life locked in its key
What is shared between lovers?
Not a weapon for SCORN lovers
This be trust.
Fuck
Love
Promise
Both hold true to this promise
Standing present
As lovers
You and me honest

Written by 
samples9ine 
2024

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