A quick synopsis about some of my not so better days... a memoir. 
(Hook)
Better days| |better days, yeah I've had 'em,
But the problem is my life is continuously filled with havoc,
Getting weary, getting tired, my feet are staggering,
At this point I crave death| |body collapsing,
But I won't do it, instead seeking razor blade salvation,
Each drip relieves the pressure of my soul’s frustration,
Adrenaline burns, allows me to see clarity of mind,
May God heal the scars of my iniquities, in time.
(End Hook)
Verse 1:
At age 6, the Cushing syndrome took hold,
Mom, gotta know, will I ever see you grow old?
Idk, mom, I’m all alone, little sister in stow
The tears run down my face, but don’t fill the hole,
No father to hold me down, love is an empty tank,
I cry myself to sleep just to find the inner strength,
I hadn’t met you yet, || oh, but when I did,
I could never imagine the disrespect you’d reap on your kid,
I understand that there are problems with your head,
But that didn’t mean that you needed to wring me by my neck,
Naw, fuck you, those bruises will never be healed,
Buried deep in a dark, internal chasm, forever sealed,
At night, I see and feel the depth of the pain, 
That I’d beautifully woven shut, during the hours of the day,
The shimmer of the moon renders my heart transparent,
At which point all of my pain is viewed inherent.
Hook
Verse 2:
I got a little bit older and a little bit wiser,
But the screaming voice, in my head, would never silence,
I need a hug, a warm embrace, pertinent,
But your new husbands took commanding precedence,
I was there, all alone, forgotten, sis had an escape,
So, let me ask this simple question: can you relate?
I took voyages, in my mind, deep hallucinogenic,
Could I have been made better: consider eugenics,
But maybe not, cuz I am what I am, just a man,
Wandering aimlessly for help, wrong corners without a plan,
I stayed with the patriarch, a choice of masochism,
The hatred remains latent, still unforgiven,
Rage, screams, deception, blood and bruises,
Were the core aspects of my life, I am a true loser,
Stockholm syndrome set in, so I grudgingly stayed,
Until you tried to kill us both, one summer day,
I’m gone….

Beat by Mo'Deja Navarro, owner of Cruzaanrum Sounds.

Better Days (Mastered)

Just a true freestyle talking shit for all the haters out there! Bring it if you want it...

The beat is called Tha Deep End by Pusha T.

I do not own the rights to the beat, nor will I profit from this endeavor. All rights belong to the original producers. The only purpose of this is to showcase an ability to freestyle.

King (Shit Talking)_Freestyle Friday 1_Full Freestyle_The Deep End (Instrumental)

Let’s confront something taboo, something that we aren’t supposed to talk about,
Let me ask what you really know about the United States:
Supposed home of the free and supposed land of the brave,
More like millions of souls goddammed within a spangled cage,
No freedom for its people all is constructed delusion,
Clause 1033, militarize police against civil intrusion,
Who? Its citizens, sworn to serve and protect and 
Attack peaceful protestors towards confusion,
Ferguson Missouri was the harbinger of fate,
 Of a brutalized, sadistic, and martial state,
So don’t fuck up now, on thin ice you skate,
But No Child Left Behind still keeps you dumb,
Keeping you automata which means you’re sucking on your thumbs,
Never actualize cuz you aren’t truly educated,
Watch my generation regress which is wholly undebated,
William Torey Harris definitely said it best
On the proletariat this country will inexorably rest,
We need you to never be free: think inquisitively,
Cuz then you might question the daily Rodney King,
That we can see on youtube, but we never speak out,
From fear the first ammendment’s uncertainty about, 
Enforced by the governors, senators, representatives,
Scared by the insurrection of those we call intelligent,
Enough to see clearly through their bullshit and smokey veil,
And speak up, act out, not hide like a snail,
But we’re forced into parental seclusion and kept frail,
Negative reinforcement, from the scholastic scale,
Has disenfranchised us from our true potential,	
Behavioral Science to Teacher’s Education Program,
Made sure that Ritalin, Adderall blended in,
So your teacher’s impromptu assessment for a disorder
Would hold water, for your parents, though entirely unproven,
But now you’ve become sick in the head and you need a pill, 
And became dependent, lest you behave socially ill
Speaking of which, Donald Trump’s address on immigrants,
Was enough to induce a state of me becoming sick,
How in hell could we support a presidential candidate,
With whom his countrymen could never ever relate,
So, hate on Obama, but remember Dick Cheney,
The oil war started, our family’s blood is still raining,
And the atrocities, human rights violations,
Continue unrepentantly, evidenced clearly through their citations,
To accrue more state and governmental revenue,
Without rehabilitation, and for that I lament you
Lady Liberty, when was the last time we were truly free,
I want to love you, America, but you need to change,
The morals of our forefathers are now beyond deranged,
But remember time hasn’t run out for us clearly to address
These issues as a united people, stand up rightfully,
Against the atrocious stain of our beloved country’s infamy.

The beat is called Power by Young Thug, which was published in 2014.

I do not own the rights to the beat, nor will I profit from this endeavor. All rights belong to the original producers. The only purpose of this is to showcase an ability to rap.

I Love You America, But You Need To Change_(recording edit)_Written_Mixtape 6_Power_Young Thug

Intro:
Here we are in the house of Haunted The Mad Scientist,
We are here today to elucidate some of the obscurities and downright insanity that occurs within these walls,
Hopefully, we will have the opportunity to meet the man himself and hear words from the Horse’s mouth. 
Oh, look, there he is! Haunted, Haunted, tell me, what do you have to say for yourself?	 
Hook:
Let’s do it, I’m the Mad Scientist Bitch/
Let’s have some weird science, create things that shouldn’t exist/
Fuck it, I’m in love creating disastrous pieces/
Juxtaposed by perfection now I’m an elitist/
I have notions to take a guinea pig, add robotic arms/
Add a ray gun, let him loose to inflict some harm/
Sick like Dr. Moreau I destroy humanity/
So best protect your nuts, I’m hunting for your future family. 
Verse 1:
Sick science, I take and twist a pair of nuts/
Put them sideways in some dehydrated sluts/
They reinflate when I cum inside their shriveled butts/
Then I slice ‘em and eat ‘em like butterball cold cuts/
Fuck a gay bitch straight, haters gonna hate/
But I won’t stop now cuz oh “my god” your sister’s late/
I pulled her hair back, straight from her ass crack,
Resembling a Persian rug that I stole from Iraq/
Thirsty, I pulled out a cactus prick with my teeth/
My eyes watered worse than when my girlfriend queefs/
Weird science, where’s the concoctions, mixtures, potions/
It’s these words, bending syntax is my daily devotion/
I love it like rubbing sandpaper on my balls/
Enjoy the sight of my epidermis flaking off/
But here we are now recommencing your initial question/
My rebuttal, what are your thoughts on crocodiles’ digestion? 
(Hook)
Verse 2:
Nevermind that how about we install a baby maker/
Inside of your oven for a flavor we can savor/
Then we stroll down the road whilst hunting for some trolls/
Kick em like a soccer ball the crowd screams Goal!/
Take some acid, shrooms and become like buffy/
Staking vampires while I’m rolling on my white wheeled Huffy/
Super cool for a poor kid, ya know!/
But first help me rid this fungus from my toes/
I got it from Icarus, he’s a time traveling Ho/
I’ll rip his feathers off and make him eat em til he chokes/
A basketball is round, but my words are profound/
Like adding nitrates to a macro-compound/
This is how I do it, when I’m sitting just perusing/
The newspaper headline about how I’m not losing/
My sanctity when I lay you down for operation/
I’ll subject your whole world to my deadly devastations.
(Hook)
Outro:
 Oh my Goodness, golly gee, batman, this is worse than I thought!
Listen, Haunted, I am just going to pretend that I never saw any of this and just leave? Mmmk?
Look, I don’t want any problems I just wanted to know what all the ruckus was about. Are we good? Can I go now?
Haunted:
It’s too late, bitch, you’re already mine!!! 

The beat is by Mo'Deja Navarro. Check him out at:
@modeja-navarro

Weird Science

(Kill them, rip them, eat ‘em up, eat ‘em up/)
So yeah, I’ve got a plan for your motherfucking bitch ass/
We’re assembling a collective so yeah I’ve got a new task/
Grow, grow beyond your wildest dreams/
All this life is delusion, nothing is quite what it seems/
Slice down that crop and head directly for the cream/
It flows like a river, open your mouth, silence, no screams/
Take the red pill we’re heading deeper in the rabbit hole/
We’re here to consecrate the tarnish plastered onto your soul/
‘Cuz I’m your sinful nature, you can call me black crow/
(Welcome to Wonderland/
Just listen to the plan/
All those nightmares you fear/
Could really be a dream come true/
Oh, welcome to the real you?/
Time to meet the real you?/
Welcome to Wonderland/)
Kill em, eat em, rip em up until there’s nothing left/
You’re a hungry beast raging leaving their bodies torn to shreds/
But don’t stop now from the aberrational criticism/
Expand the divide, defy their resistance/
Make love to their corpses after you’ve laid them to rest/
You’re reaching new peaks, but we haven’t began to crest/
Asshole, that has now become your new name/
For the resentment of destroying the fabric of their plane/
They thought this this was a joke, but nah I am not playing/
You’ve opened a can of worms, writhing into your soul deranged/
You couldn’t have known, no you couldn’t have opted/
For a different conclusion one not quite so rotten/
So go ahead, rip em up, eat em up/
I’m hungry let me rip you up, eat you up… you’re nothing.

The track features my sister, Gabi. Check her out at:
https://soundcloud.com/gabi-rivera-400392600

The track was produced by FranklyStyle. Check him out at:
https://soundcloud.com/franklystylebsides

Rip Em Up, Eat Em Up ft. Gabi (Prod. FranklyStyle)

Intro:
Alright kids, today’s lesson is a review of yesterday. We’re going to practice our ABC’s, Okay?
Haunted: Hold up teach, sit your punk ass down as I change the lesson plan and administer a lesson on the ABC’s of Hip-Hop!
Attacking alien aardvark animals adamantly bravely believe beyond black beasts chomping chocolate cleaves creasing curtains dirty dancing danger don’t dogs ease elephants eloquent entry for freedom from frightening ghosts getting golden giblets however  hanging high iron injustice ironically inundates jumping jokes jetting Jezebel killing kerosene kicking keeblers like little lemmings licking lollipops my magical mongoloid musician never noticed noxious nitro-octane over ovulated otters per person positing pliable purple quicksand quickly querying quivers red rip right righteous redemption soulful symphony silly sally seashells then tiny tonka trucks tip-top over umbrella understated understand undulation very victorious  veni vidi vici what watermelons won’t wander where xylophones x-ray xylene yank yellow Yankees yonder yo yes yes zulu-hulu zebra zincous zinged!
Outro:
“Well, kids, that ends today’s lesson on the Abc’s! I hope your punk ass paid attention! And now, you have no reason to be alphabetically challenged when it comes to Hip-Hop!”

The track was produced by FranklyStyle. Check him out at:
@franklystylebsides

ABCs Of HipHop (prod. FranklyStyle)

Hook:
(Land of the brave, land of the dead/
I zig-zag with a hacksaw to your head/
I need freedom and I want it now/
Finally resurrected myself from the ground/ 
Hallow’s eve is here but it’s everyday/
You wanna live well get the fuck out my way/
Monster, monster alert, sound the alarm/
Run away cuz I’m inflicting harm)
Verse 1:
Right now, I’m a super sick mad man prowling around cuz I’m on the hunt/
Some intriguing odor in the air and ironically landed inside of your girlfriend’s cunt/
Smashing pieces and smashing faces, breaking laws and surely catching cases/
I don’t really give a fuck what you think cuz I’m losing my mind while I’m here just free-basing/
Kill it rip it feed it need it now I’m a haunted little motherfucker living a dark twisted dream/
I turn on the lights when I assault you so you can see me that way I hear you scream/
Haunted from birth, yeah I’m the worst, I need some blood to quench my thirst/
Silhouette of my finger claws cuz the light is behind me live in darkness I bring the hurt/
An ice pick bore saw nail gun razor blade something where I can take my time/
Carving little images of villagers into your body, one at a time, line by line
Forgot my cuckoo pills sick in the head the angry voice in my head said to kill, kill
Kill them, it’s been too long since you’ve been around, go ahead eat, and have your fill/
Alright I will, thanks again, all my life you’ve been my only friend/
A bond to last these sands of time we’ll live forever until the end/
I love you man, you are my darkness finger my chest cavity, I’m truly heartless/
An impressionistic image of destruction with your blood you can say that I am truly an artist.
Verse 2:
Sebastian: 
Little man, little man, inside my head/
Why is it that you want me to create the dead/
I don’t know who you really are when you talk to me/
Saying things of nightmares are what you call dreams/
I don’t mind the listening it sounds reminiscent/
But I don’t really understand the purpose of your mission/
So please do explain, go on elucidate/
Before we intertwine our serendipitous fates/
Haunted:
Alright, ok, you got me convinced/
I’m the reason why at the sight of brutal death you don’t flinch/
You got turned and I’m the one you eventually sought out/
So vibrant and fun secured by me without a doubt/
I am the greed, envy, lust, hatred, contempt, malice/
That grows inside tormented souls left callous/
So I’m here to free you soul, run with me/
I just want to bring out the monster that  I can see/
I know who you are we grew up together/
So to counsel you there couldn’t be one better/
Come join our army, and join the allegiance/
If we work together then we can be the elitists/
Sebastian: 
Alright, alright, I know who you are/ 
The soft little voice that spoke when I got a new scar/
I knew you were there and you held me down/
Fuck it, let’s fight the world and steal their crown/ 
Outro:
And this ends the tale of the wicked ones, their souls too dark for this planet to where they were sucked into an abyss and never to be seen again. But some say, that in the darkest of corners and the coldest of hearts, there they live, waiting for their return…. And you just may be their next victim… Take heed... These words are true.

The beat was made and produced by Randy Lon'dy. Check him out at:
https://soundcloud.com/randy-londy

Land Of The Brave, Land Of The Dead (prod. Randy Lon'Dy)

My nigga we here, never living in fear/
Dark hoodie, hat on, we hiding gear/
I ain’t a marksman, but my baseball bat/
Will knock you right down in one second flat/
Dirty ghetto kids that’s who we is/
No fucks were given, cold running from pigs/
Tag the wall up, knock that bitch down/
We surely ain’t kings, but we ain’t fucking around/
Bubble chillin, 26 inches, yeah we blazing/
Fucking while high makes my dick feel amazing/
Syrup, I’m leaning, bad decisions are coming/
Come up on some dudes who thought they were stunting/
Their shits now ours, dipset, chill, laugh/
But I truly just enjoyed the blood on my hands/
Reckless driving I’m sure can be forgiven/
But me with my bad-self, reckless livin/
I thrived on the repetition of my bad decisions/
Needed to cut out the cancer but wouldn’t make the incision/
Then my younger sibling got drugged and raped/
I wasn’t around to guide her and keep her safe/
Still have the scars from the cuts and the burns/
After seeing the doctor hold the rape kit firm/
Hindsight is 20/20 but foresight is blind/
Too many times I wish that I could press rewind/
The man under the mask, yeah under the mask/
Hates his weakness, but he still stays on track/
Not quite, not a heartless killer within/ 
But in this winded tale I am the main villain.

Main Villain (prod. Dawdle)

Hook:
Life’s a rewind, I try to catch back up/
But I realize in this sinkhole I stay stuck/
Busting my knuckles, secretive tears/
I am now consumed by the deepest of my fears/
I need love, want a hug, but who do I have/
Everything I own in a black trash bag/
Fuck, man, I hate this shit/
Ain’t nothing here for me so I’m out this bitch/
Verse 1:
Feet hit the pavement always pounding/
The sounds of my sorrows in the background are resounding/
The hunger in my belly without a place to sleep/
Head hanging low, yeah, I’m truly feeling weak/
My mama doesn’t like me, my dad wants to fight me/
Displaced, sixteen, sleep in the car nightly/
Drugs were my gateway, I found release/
Weed, PCP, codeine; more please/
Ok: Shrooms, brews, whip-its, salvia too/
That’s what I had to do just to get through/
Tried to find my soul through a failed suicide/
But it worked for my friend, damn she ain’t alive/
The grind is too real, one’s happiness it steals/
When the struggles never end it’s hard to even feel/
Numb, cold, lost; where is my God?/
Now I’m committing sins no matter what the cost/
Verse 2:
The cold winter wind, warms my heart up/
Sold drugs in church just for a quick buck/
The winding path, the devil laughs/
Because though I walk away I always come right back/
Fucking puppet, my forced hands on a string/
A lie for myself that helps me fall asleep/
Stole cars, pop the lock, and then cut the alarm/
Ninety seconds, first gear and then I’m fucking gone/
Red lights, blue lights, shift down go/
You’ve got nothing to lose, but prison is a “NO”/
Strip down bolts, pull the tranny and the motor/
Get paid, two days of hunger pains are over/
Tables turned, wake up and my ride is gone/
What the fuck, that’s where I’m living, it’s my only home/
Tried to stay with my girl, but she’s fucking someone else/
Now, I’ve fucked my whole life up, please someone HELP!

Ain't Nothing Here For Me (prod. Dawdle)

Yeah.. well... you better understand that I am under it....

My medicated prayers are a cry for help/
Goddamn, I am needing something else/
A look, a light, a purpose that comes nigh/
Fuck what I want, I know what ain't right/
A demon seed losing love from inside/
Perpetual anguish consumes the tomb/
My brain dead dad hates my fucking guts/
My mother in law, well she curses it all/
Treats my baby well but wishes anger on the remainder/
Being the source of hatred I am no stranger/
My mother thinks I should be gay, fuck is that?
Kept secrets from me, step dad, secret house/
Where was she about, uncertain/
Pain contains the thought of a childhood unable/
That leaves me fucking unstable/
I moved on past, or did I? Did I?/ 
Naw, just absorbed the piece of shit mantra/
Wife said it, sister said it, girlfriend said it, father said it, mother in law said it,
My grandma she never said it/
But she's dying soon; to be alone what does it matter/
I medicate my prayers with my heart/
My beer, ten twelve fourteen that's a start/
Liquor it up, another hit/ 
Mind melding control what is this/
Breakdown, breakdown/
Chaotic disarray for self persecution/
Hatred against which no restitution/
Can resolve, can I absolve?
No, tried that, rag-tag with a razor/
Made it back, no seeing Savior/
Did I end up wrong time-line?
Makes no sense, present tense/
Cut, cut cut, drink up/
Inhale the pleasure of pain/
Do it, do it again/
What is there to gain/
Nothing, constructivism down the drain/
I am a puppet, strings pull/
Iceberg portside, broken hull/
Forced sex, hurts my skull/
Cut your body, you asked in full/
I want a prayer sober, they're all medicated/
Living life, undebated, frustrated, medicated/
I hate it, I hate it/
Fix it, God, fix it.

Medicated Prayers (prod. Dawdle)

We all fall down, some get up,
We slide up and down the tube just to get stuck/
Deductive analysis brought me a thought,
Why do the slippery ones never get caught/
Webbed net, in never out,
Like cracks in the soil from severe drought/
My mind's eye, image destroyed,
All I see is blackness, mind is devoid/
Of a knowledge attempted and failed,
Physically dragged, beaten, and jailed/
We incarcerate the good and the bad,
Then conflagrate the happy and sad/
Orb-weavers of a political sort,
Want our confusion, they find it a sport/
Secret transactions, night of the day,
Masquerade image, eventually decay.
 
Sad people, sad thoughts/
Mad people, mad thoughts/
Free people, that'll stop/
Always question the truth of the plot.

Conquer the mind, beat the body down,
That ensures cohesion abound/
Against a revolution intented,
Castigated furiously, unrelented/
You think by chance, not at all,
Calculated outcomes, big and small/
We lie to ourselves, bedtime story/
Moral code continued exporting/
Effigy of me on a tree,
Hangman's noose, capturing/
Hope for change, windows open,
Never arise, children choking/
Don't belong, I see the wrong,
Hand charade, they strum along/
Cannot stop, will not stop,
Many more crimes must be fought.

Sad people, sad thoughts/
Mad people, mad thoughts/
Free people, that'll stop/
Always question truth of the plot.

Truth Of The Plot (prod. Dawdle)

Verse 1:
Break my heart, where to start,
Yeah sometimes life feels too hard,
Domestic violence is now my own perfected version of  art,
Break his nose, tear my clothes,
Decisions wise, well what are those,
I don't know I am my only foe,
Won't push away fear to be alone,
Altered ego, created  clone,
Sent to the war that's always home,
Never to return, always roam,
Drunken nights, fiance fights,
Reality's a bitch and always bites,
Created angst, never fixed,
Temptation man, cannot resist,
Broken wall, unclench my fist,
Children tears, uplifting fears,
Stagnation from youthful years,
Ruins my head, wants me dead,
Fill my body, with heartless lead,
Can't do that, food on the table,
Right now escape is a beautiful fable,
Can't be fixed, too many wrongs,
Painful chords, strum along.

Verse 2:
Thought I knew better, yes I did,
Neglected by mother, little kid,
Needed a hug, found some brothers,
Breaking windows, drugs and the other,
Winding path, devil laughs,
Homelessness, halting crash,
Struggles real, hard to feel,
Spining round in this ferris wheel,
No progression, only burns,
My forearm, redemption yearn,
Pass to the left, it's my turn,
Fading black, embrace is warm,
Winter's cold, hunger's  old,
Fuck this game, I quit, I fold,
Remains the same, ounces sold,
Teary eyes, I feel alone,
Was only past, now I'm better,
Think quite not, you're not that clever,
Predation sets, hunter's prey,
Mirror seen, but won't look away,
Web is strewn, clinging tight,
Maybe it breaks, maybe it won't, story told, darkness arrived, goodnight, goodnight.

Break My Heart (prod. Dawdle)

Mama, you hated me, I know this to be true,
Always berated me, don't play me for a fool,
I realized the inception of this emotion young enough,
To return the favor and lie about it, call my bluff,
Fuck is wrong with the parental guidance I received,
Sickens my soul and caused me years of nightly grief,
That's why my character assessment just says sociopath,
I have little emotion, cannot love, just throw it in the trash,
Break the silence of the room, slanderous tongue,
But worry not for the outcome of your actions is hung,
Clearly in plain sight those I keep close to me,
See and realize the atrocity of your hostility,
Broke down once or twice, I said that I was sorry,
Your reaction to my strength in weakness was appalling,
Cannot imagine reflecting such ill will on my daughter,
I have so many more gifts for her that I can offer,
Once upon a time the victim, I grew the fuck up,
Now when you begin your tirades I remain silent, shut up,
Be you, be who you are, be what you want to be,
I just know that I've broken the shackles, I'm finally free.
You cannot hold me back from who I want to be,
As you think, so shall you be, think positively.

Momma You Hated Me (prod. Dawdle)

Finding relief in music, I pursue it for therapeutic reasons. 

I love Hip-Hop, but hate it at the same time. I believe our music should have content and measure to it. Therefore I intend to bring a resurrection of real Hip-Hop. 

Born in Illinois, I have lived in Puerto Rico, Michigan, Illinois and presently reside in Austin, Tx.

Regardless of my frequent moves, I still call Chicago home, which is where I lived for 5 years. 

Hip-Hop artists that have truly inspired me are as follows: Dead Prez, Chino XL, Immortal Technique, Wu-Tang, EPMD, L.L. Cool J, Hopsin, Tech N9ne, Atmosphere, Eyedea and Abilities, Gang Starr, Mos Def, Brother Ali, Lupe Fiasco, Swizzz, UGK, Public Enemy, Outkast, Mo'Deja Navarro, Missy Elliot, Vinnie Paz and Jedi Mind Tricks, Army of the Pharaohs, Greydon Square, KRS One, ...

Please feel free to message me if you are interested in doing music collaborations!

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