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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 explain why you lie when you breathe  

So, as time goes on and I patiently wait in vain  
I attempt 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, separate  
Your love for him not enough to overcome your hate  

With those same hands comfort a child  
That 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  

Back at the start with the heart at this pace  
And it beating and it brings up memories  
And my head kicks in, manifests to  
I don't want to write shit like this. No more.  
I shouldn't have to write this in the first place  
It's so righteous and it hurts—wait  
I don't want to write shit like this. No more.  
I shouldn't have to write this in the first place  
It's so righteous and it hurts—wait  
And it hurts—wait  

Methods of my resurrection  
Now my madness  
My words mark the damage  
You managed to manifest  

2am most nights become dark times to be alive  
Waking, gasping for air  
Screaming this isn’t fair  
Asking for this—all this—to be imagined  

I have never felt this kind of helpless sadness  
When you're 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 to her madness  
My head feels like shredded cabbage  

Most nights become dark times to be alive  
Most nights become dark times to be alive  
That will have me in chains  
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 really feels like  
To be under the hands of a man  

Bitch, I’m coming for my son  
Excuses are not answers  
I’m done with asking  
I am demanding  

Yeah, and as this is happening  
I’m having flashbacks  
Of when I myself 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 that I look at my own mother through  
Roles reversed  
My own words would say:  

I could not care what mum’s done  
Would never be excuse enough  
For anyone to lay their hands to  
Let I go of my pain  
Imagined through to when you are like twenty-two  

This very moment  
Will be only a memory in time  
And all too soon  
You will be able to fathom what happened  
The standard that I set here  
Will be what I expect from you  



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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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