Just a rough draft.  Thanks Preference for the beat.  


It's so great to be outside, alive
months ago you'd invite, I'd smile, thanks I'm fine
using the time, roaming my mind as hours pass on the hourglass
I think back passed the tense, my past is dead to me

it's over dude, and overdue
let it go, let it go, let it go
hear the waves crash
as the sun sets slowly
let it glow, let it glow, let it glow
feel the rivers current
it keeps pulling insistently
come with me, it whispers secretly
listening to the trees converse with the summer breeze
let it flow, as I float, canopy glow
Inside my head, I sing a song
anonymous, no origins
the chorus is, something spooky
like a bunch of poor kids 
running around town proud as shit
I listen in-tently, sitting in tents
dense to the natural beauty of the world I pretend to be in
cause I don't fit in this construct, stuck, i've tried all pieces
but chill, I'm at peace with it

my back against a tree, I gaze across the lake
as birds cloud the air and dot the sky, 
contemplate the ripples racing towards the end
reverberations, replicating on the waters edge
skipping rocks across the river bed
I think on death, with No Fear like a 90's kid
a single tear shed, Native American
when thoughts drift like paddle boats
you never know, how deep the water goes
until you jump in, jump ship like Marty Mcfly
they got their eyes on my life preserver
but it's just a puffy down vest
so I'd be drowning quick, but I can swim
i keep expecting lily pads to slowly grab
and wrap around ankles and wrists
dragging me down to abyss
I scream in horror
as I watch the bubbles boil up, trying to catch one like Sonic
thoughts run quick to rhetorics
Are your drowning kid?
I touch the ground and kick
catapulted to the surface
I break the tension, taking deep breaths in like tuba choirs
which I required, drag myself to land, and lay quiet
watch the moon distort the light provided by the heavens
I see the craters on the moons surface feeling reverent 
remembering The Night's Watch by Rembrandt
and how it's all irrelevant.  

Count my blessings, twice
and dive back in

Yeah that's right after drowning, deep breath
time to swim

Life is what you make it
Life is what you take in
I've been taken, for a fool
and fools rush in 




 

Alone in the Wilderness prod. by Preference

The instrumental is Terror On the Midway [INTERLUDE] (Prod. By KlaaneGemaane)

I don't want to go explore
With Scooby no more so
Fred give me the keys to the mystery machine
Velma or Daphne, who's coming with me

maybe I'm smoking too much

give me the keys 2x
i need to get out of here please
paranoia buckling my knees
I'm itching at my skin
my heart palpitating
and I'm either hallucinating
from fear or the LSD

I don't want to go explore
With Scooby no more so
Fred give me the keys to the mystery machine
Velma or Daphne, who's coming with me

did you see that
I'm seeing shit
you can't see that?
it's just the wind
my skin is whiter than the fog that's rolling in
and the hands of the   women i'm holding
too stoned like Mosses to get it in

I don't want to go explore
With Scooby no more so
Fred give me the keys to the mystery machine

Who's Coming With Me? Prod. By KlaaneGemaane

Found this producer while roaming soundcloud.  Dope beat by by diDax~prods

mangled brain with a tangled rage incased 
in case the faceless pace this wasteland 
12 gauge loaded for bear, a peaceable gun toting American
never wasting shells, walking parallel to hell
where death walks adjacent, apathetic and complacent
I must say, I, fit right in
I'm in a zombie apocalypse infested metropolis 
the dates today, and the object is for you to see what to me is obvious
to them it's all a game, each pawn is all the same
a digit in a mainframe
NSA
you may not look like a zombie
but you could still be a monster,
a byproduct of consumers constantly consumed by products
picture a mannequin, I set the pose you hold
then let you chose the clothes adorned
i bet you think you're all alone
I sit and think my covers blown
born is another cloned sheep, the wool's been pulled over my eyes and I feel disgusting (ewe)

now back to the topic of the flesh rotting downtrodden
the air stinks from pleasures of the flesh
and wreaking human carcasses, or should I say what's left
left for dead by the undead, abandoned, and departed
it's hard to decide who died the worst death
ladies and gentlemen, let the game show begin
step right up and place your bets, but let's be clear the odd's against
you breaking bread together after this are astronimic
the point is to set us against each other as they sit back and watch the carnage

They Live prod. by diDax~prods

to this day
I disassociate
the problem being
I can't associate accordingly
you can see the monogram
stamped on the corner of the letter head
the one that read, you've got seconds left
never send another man to do your business
crept upon my fears and ended them without incident
when I whisper something someone's always gona listen in
so i scream it louder than the torture instruments they implement

they doing what they wanted
and we're so quick to look away
the signal slowly burned out
no one's coming, no one's saved
they doing what they wanted
and we're so quick to look away
now everything is fucked up
the finger show's you who to blame 

it's like i always say
it's time for me to walk away
piss or get off the pot
cause a lot of this is ornery 
ordinary commonplace
a person in the populace
its possible to get lost in the
bullshit of our modern day
poverty and lottery the beauty is monetary     
it's a scare tactic to make us feel frantic 
and if I had a million dollars I'd be still hopeless
but i'd be oh so rich that I bet no one would notice it

they doing what they wanted
and we're so quick to look away
the signal slowly burned out
no one's coming, no one's saved
they doing what they wanted
and we're so quick to look away
now everything is fucked up
the finger show's you who to blame 

simple simon influence
the rhyming is fluent
my lines are intuitive
but the timing is less than opportunistic
people whining and brooding
their crying is cooing
my mind is conducive
but their contribution to us is pollution

I breath in air, then breath it out
one deep breath has a calming effect if you let me air out
I stare out into space and people claim I'm spaced out
make one fascists remark and your hitlers heir now
mind is pensive, i kick back with my pad and pen set
sitting on the davenport drinking a port from oregon
soaring in and out of God's Consciousness, as I pretend
that anything I say has weight to it, I'll wait, prove it

They Live II prod. by bartsbeatz

indiscriminate fella, Bela "the ball" Lugosi
sitting in my cellar, head strong, cerebellum
America, where happiness is blasphemous 
and mostly dealing with food, shove it in, till no more pastries
hasty decisions sound delicious to the piglet
it is as if, consequence is non existent
someones always watching in my homeland
pimp shit, government systems giving back hands to the innocent
mistrials, a miscarriage of media hype, 
a land of propaganda, entertainment, triple homicide
clairvoyance is seeing clear into the future through to
the present and I resent the things you're used to
noosed up neck, intellectuals pull the chair out
pull my hair out, dead end, turn around
rendezvous the avenue, street folk huddled up
with signs like ransom notes, God Bless, now pay up
pulling heartstrings like harp strings by Harpo Marx
you know the guy who doesn't talk but still says a lot
fiscal cliff epiphany with whiplash victim logic
snap your neck back profit, the victim screams demonic
I am the polyester lecturer whose conjecture
echoes on the dungeon walls of Lector, of Lector, of Lector
with a grimace pasted overload, turtle race photo finish
I win this, no sense on breaking ribbons
obese obnoxious toddlers, a whore with fame and riches
when Bach lived alone and poor, a God who died a misfit
slack jawed masses turn the other cheek like asses
hear the clangs of shackles moving slowly towards the gas chambers, 
consequence of circumstance, assembly melancholy 
history books will burn, when no one's standing sentry 
Christians with Halo envy, Jesus is Master chief
I quick scope Judas, and sure as Christ player has been booted
stand your grand you pansy I can still hear the bully vamping
heaven's a gated community Treyvon's facing scrutiny
It's all just a distraction, to take away the spotlight
I called for a retraction, but forgot to dial 9
so hold the line.

Nothing To Lose prod. by gabonano

Guess I'm the only one left
who can see the deformed and grotesque
poor and huddle masses
and still get a laugh out of it 
they say it's all part of God's plan
pan the camera
to see dead people like Haley Joel Osment
if M. Night Shymalan directed my life then
it probably would have been called No Sense
existence is more or less meaningless
imagine the universe as a huge organism called God
I'll kill your dreams with a broadsword, 'en guard'
you lack the line of sight to take the shot like Oswald
so back to sleep, count your blessings
while you steal a wink
I'll snatch your dreams from under your feet, won't be needing these
I'm living in a God damn horror flick with 
gore and limbs flying
the storyline, the Devil's pissed
my ego's failing me, like a kid flailing his arms
drowning in a sea of his own tears, alone
so humor me, my life's a tragic-comedy anomaly
without the happy ending, no one's massaging me
I lobby at the steps of congress, slobbering on my collar 
hollering something about "you mobster impostors!"
where it's impossible to pass a bill, like School House Rock said
rock lobster's poppin' off in posh pad in Iraq
outside suicide bombers rocking plaid knickerbockers
posturing to plot and convert coffers to coffins
whose offices are opposite prosperous conglomerates 
depositing preposterous amounts of dollars into offshore accounts
the land of Don't Ask, Don't Tell
our Forefathers are disemboweled inside the oval office  slaughterhouse
mowing the killing field I yield to the field mouse
as microorganisms play house inside my whereabouts
the battlefield yields to no man, nomad to congressmen
immunoglobulin rages war against the toxin 
no matter how many times I watch Alice in Wonderland
I still get a laugh when they paint the roses red with bloodshed

NONETHELESS prod. by KlaaneGemaane

Check out the production by 7dazeeee.  Dope stuff.

Damned, Everyone's the same
Everyone's the same except for the mindframe
Damned, Everyone's the same
What are you proving, foolish pride oozing

living in sin, I'm usually giving in
sickening, acetaminophen minimum
then I saw a silicone simpleton
took my breath away
just like carcinogen
Michael Finnegan
here we begin again
devil in denim is seldom unwelcome
asked for her hand, she gave her talons
danced with the devil, and tipped for her talents
Heart full of malice, a palace of gold
rings full of diamonds, but seemingly poor
I'm seeing things more, for what they are worth
what they are worth less than before
a whore to the core, I wish you the best
expecting the worst, cursed to be blessed
caressed by the scent as you burn down the settlement
settle for less when you left for your sentiment 
sit in the tenement a permanent resident
taming the shrew, shrewd and irrelevant
feminist merriment, crude and benevolent
ever since then, my heart is the regiment
high on an elephant armed with a bayonet
Call me Hannibal cause I be slaying it
Eat your heart out, call me a cannibal
everything's gone, except for your mandible 
understandable cause I answer the calls of the wild
animal instincts amplified, I do, there is no try
step in stride with the wolf pack, single file
ready to wreck shit, focused on the objective
perspective, act your waist line 
slow up and take time to free your mind
from  ignorance, take five
four, three, two, one, I wait patient
hoping you act first, a curse, complacent
apathetic dialogue, faceless vagrant taking
the fate they pray with to deface the sacred
hear the jeopardy theme in the distance
answer in the form of a question, who is
fucking with my confidence?
Alec Trebek falls silent
I am nostalgic and depressed
life is interesting I guess
serendipitous happenstance 
when the girl you want is in high demand
you find the line of fire defined in sand
are you cool enough to cross it
or you gona cross it off your list as not an option
my mind slips, like plate tectonics
with one hit of that chronic

The Damned Prod. by 7dazeeee

7dazeeee all day.

live alone, surrounded by pads like a madman
writing on walls, stuck in the catacombs of your bedlam 
bed ridden, clamped straps inhibit repositioning limbs
head stricken, demented, mood swings like a pendulum 
mettlesome citizen on a medicine regimen
Antihistamine, Ritalin, Ketamine, Methamphetamine
I'm whittling away morphing from a borderline disorder
open up my cornea and see all like Mordor
the infomercial surplus, direct to our doorstep
a barrage of bullshit formulated torment
take a lot of strolls to counteract the mold
forming on my brain stem, fungal mayhem
laymen lame man shamed by satan
find me walking under darkened street lamps
where beats vamp
the sun sets, the clouds bleeding
sky emblazoned with the fire blazing, evening time
is when I seem to find peace
never needed a night lamp to sleep
even when a mother fucker was like three
comatose undiagnosed disease 
leave physicians positioned, hands to head, elbow to knee
run some more tests, going on the third spinal tap
but it's a wrap, cause the doc had an epiphany
now I take naps against tombstones
alone in the shadows
surrounded by the kin of me

empty bottles topple as I rustle in deep sleep
leaves cover me in a blanket, thanks to the oak trees
hope hibernates at the first deep freeze
appease the beast a feasible feat
the grim reap leaves with the breeze
thankfully, cause he's taken better men than me
he's taken lesser men than me, there is no discrepancy
in the festival of death, never regret the investment of every breath
I spent on these words I spit 

i take it how it comes, lump sums and ransom notes
stuffed inside of khaki totes, neatly wrapped in calico
so fashionable
blood splatters in random patterns when shit hits the fan 
bright against the bland backdrop of the tan baggage
I write rhymes to pass time
scribble lines the equivalent of a brilliant mind
simple but complex, a filament of luminescence
the essence of a confused discontented youth, apathetic derelict 
fear has set, in, since when I first sensed him
the sincerest form of sin, seeded deep within
harness wind to cultivate crops, harvest food for thought
blue medal ribbon winning, cut em down to stocks before the first frost
and serve em up for y'all, so take your pick 
but when you pick em apart, don't forget where it started
underground, I plant the seed and let it blossom
droughts couldn't stop the fluid that i'm dropping, sopping wet
subterranean, can't forget my roots and offshoots
a product of Stoupe, the enemy of all who
claim this land, mankind is who i stand against
devastate a land of miscreants and malcontents
I'm strapped, from getting straight jacketed by backstabbing
slack jawed assholes with PHD's in acting whack
better up my dosage or see me doubled over
convulsing, no pulse and foaming at the mouth
hoping you open the door to help me out

Dazed prod. by 7dazeeee

meet the cold day with disdain, hoody up, music pumping
something's gotta change, my ways have figured nothing
fog clouds the ground, each step is calculated
wait until the day is over so I can be validated
write an affidavit after waiting for the days end
devastate and leave a wasteland, lobbing mortars down to satan
state the verdict, I blurt a sentence and serve it
25 to life isn't exactly eternity  
with this conviction, confined in my bars like prison, i am
surrounded by victims, depict vision with this written as if it isn't
bias to defiance, like a lion is to violence
I lay in wait, silent as I assassinate my prey
as you bear witness, like your hunting big game
focus-in on competition, take a shot at big names
it's like the circulatory system, I do this in vain
hawk phlegm and spit at your fitted and frame

all I know is who i am
who are you
all i know is I can stand
on my two feet
all I know is who I am
who are you
all I know is I can't stand it
but can you?

All I Know prod. by KlaaneGemaane

Beautiful women a vision at the park
it's almost like these girls were commissioned as public art
so I gawk and stare, they're completely unaware
i care not, the game we play has gotten stale
so I try a little harder, barter with vodka
the bottle I brought with, isn't Bicardi but it's strong enough to block out
the doubt, 40 proof gets me to walk with a limp
I'm not the shit,  the liquor quickly flared up my gout
figured it out I'm gona strive a bit less to impress
and only do what makes me happy instead
cause I've heard that confidence attracts them
catch a panic attack when it comes to social interactions
i guess it's different, when your sitting and wishing
the fish in the sea 
abundant
but i'm stuck with just a vision to see
redundant
Summer time and I'm living easy
I love it
are you thinking logic or fallacy

it's hard to be yourself, when everyone is someone else
it's hard to be yourself, when all she wants is someone else
so i just pretend, that love is all I need
not love for her, but love for me, indeed

it's hard to feel at ease, when everyone is make believe
it's hard to feel at ease, when all you want is to believe
so I just pretend that love is all I need
not love for them, but love for me

I rep Jet City, where women look pretty and act ditty
a bunch of hipsters who dress shitty and act witty
Basically I am the oddball, odds are
I won't get play like a flat ball, asshole
who acts out when I'm blacked out
hold it in when I can, but beware of the damed man
I lock it up like Ballard, and keep it tight
these mother fuckers seem alright, but only for one night
bunch of quacks like mallards
who recently just flew the coup, it's all so new
change myself for no one
fuck love, i'd rather be true and alone
than have to live with you for too long


Peoples Pond prod. by KlaaneGemaane

Glove Love Prod. by 9th Wonder

Big ups to King-Flex for this catchy instrumental.  Put some brass/flute/vocal backing down to boost up the melodic segments.  

restless, cause i cant forget this
feeling which insists to persist, seeming so appropriate
let it soak in, as the rays from the sun
conscience weighs heavy, like that of a ton
am i, living a lie? counterfeit delinquent 
unsure what im seeking, i slur what im speaking
flesh clothed, but my soul is not so
baring it all, not caring at all as I let go
petrol, burning inside, combustion
let the fumes build up and rise, erupting
mount Vesuvius a suitable comparison
my feelings I bury em deep, beneath the ashes of arrogance
shell shocked like terrapins, the terror of warfare participants
so scared but fearless, 
with pulled triggers I spit venom 
and pull pins of pestilence to fill rooms in tenements with dead residence 

like Benedict, you've been a dick, in general a derelict 
scarlet letter to a harlot, illiterate heretic
when the shoe fits you wear it, your sole intention
was to tie up my heart, and inherit a 24 carat 
that's pretty narcissistic, with a blind eye to the vision
it takes to precision cut through my defenses
in essence, I'm blessed with a prevention plan
I see through the bullshit you scam, stay wide eyed within the present
a gift, since adolescence i've been omnipresent
a simple peasant who dines on pheasants a life sentence
time is precious as it lessens, no need to second guess it
learned my lessons as my defenses got me fenced in
detention, move without direction with my henchmen
your best intentions will get you killed for my protection
invest in some truth serum or run the fools errand
caught this dude staring and ripped out his gauged earing


Bitter/Sweet Prod. by King-Flex

feeling defeated, beside myself, seated
next to a river, my heart retreating
eyes wide shut, weeping like a willow
my soul screams when grief billows
till those banks recede, im swimming in the deep
sad scenes replay through my memory
counteract with thoughts computed
mind diluted, a body polluted, im assuming 
your the girl ive seen in my dreams
love stole those dreams away violently
the violet leaves, still seem red
when i fall asleep, i pretend im dead
headstrong, but i feel so weak
intellectual with perpetual grief
you make me smile, believe this
hope you wont abandon me like she did
with love, your always gambling
playing with a full deck, and im all in
walking among your thoughts but the floor falls out
always see all my flaws sprawled out
the heart's made for breaking, seems so
try to pick it up, as it turns to stone
can i keep up my pace, heart like a dead weight
nominated for parts played in the charade you made
your dear voice is not dear
you sing not so soft, as those none now hear
feel a greater love, for those deceased
whose souls walk with God in eternal peace
never know what you've got until its lost
its na tural beauty or poetry by Robert Frost
stuck in the thick of this fucked up relationship
trust dead like the sea by the Gaza Strip
   

Love's Fallacy prod. by Preference

I move slowly, mind sorting words 
a poet concerned, pain describes life on this earth
verbs and nouns hound my mental, verse profound and gentle
reminisce, for happiness shall cease to exist 
this snapshot of my thought, description depicting
emotions, conceived then molded, a tale told
with language on pages i wage my war
a thousand pens fall victim, buried deep in my drawer 
i breath silence, sirens conclude the violence
manifest my destiny, with God sitting next to me
bless loose-leafs with free speech thats deep in spirit
chalked full of emotions I catch a tear when i hear it
i fear placing too much of self upon my manuscript
but i handle it, grip it tight and brandish it
emcee's quick to spit that outlandish shit, its fiction
let the gavel hit, time to face my jurisdiction 
see foul skeptics scour my vowels with scowls and rape
my tape, step in the booth, reappear with a cape
escape my dire straights riding bass kicks and strings
often wonder, who i would be if i had everything
a king among men, grip the quill and amend
the document to blend sophistication with the violins
when i invent, diction is an affliction that torments 
lament over every word, until im content
bent on perfection, cause this is a reflection of self
its how i deal,  no one chose the cards they were dealt
so i tighten my belt, i must conduct my struggle on a higher plane
with dignity and discipline, as said by Dr. King.
and by any means my team convenes to attack
my voice the gat aimed dead square at Uncle Sam's back.

im back and ready, a bad ass with every
intent to aim it steady blast to your stomach to speghetti
whether your ready or not, ive got a vendetta to settle
ill do whatever it takes to rhyme incredible
your words they got me ragin, 
used to place it on the page, but im debating if i should smash your face in
this time, i think i will, id like to watch your blood spill
and splash i massacre anyone coming to  test my skill
then pop a pill, to chill once i proved my words are real
unleash the beast on beats to  show how words can kill
my competitors better meditate in the head or wind up dead
and bleeding under reams of paper marked up with ink and lead
 

Analytical Mind prod. by Preference

Major Disaster prod. by MattyCBeats featuring Masses

the life im living is giving me ulcers
the pulse of, the beat helps me to see the reason im breathing
but frequent-ly, lifes defined on how fast we cash checks or blast tecks
so i cant, well i couldn't imagine, success 
and thats just, half the shit, the reason im shipwrecked
inside im confident, my mind is monstrous, its spawns thoughts
like gods and goddesses, harnessed my power to devour
emcees they cower, sit atop the ivory tower and empower
you with my grace, brace for impact, deface the syntax
face the attack, pack a blade to slice the mask and fade to black
alas the days of happiness has passed, been deceived
so frequently i find the consensus of senses is senseless 
i question, why should a man not be just as cruel as nature
pick up this millimeter and aim to devastate ya then grab the paper
turn to vapor, awaken in the basement of the forsaken
my souls been taken, i feel no evil, see no evil, in this wasteland

conflicted with this predicament im sick of the shit im sitting in
posed in awkward stance, facing the fact of your fiction
giving the time in space im flipping my coin to decide fate
heads or tails, pass or fail, playing a game of sit and wait, till i break the bank
tested the waters and caused a tsunami that slaughtered
and drowned all those around me in the saliva that loiters
behind my lip, the physique of the rhyme aligned with the timing
has my men climbing mountains to fuse together horizons
prescribed in these medicine bottles that slaughter sons and daughters
is this distaste for reality, battle me and risk fatality 
calluses on my heart has caused paralyses 
a massive transfusion im losing my life to these bruises,  contusions and allusions

Dark Daze prod. by Preference

im centered on the time i have, not much is left
scared, cause even clark kent couldn't stand up to death
strive to bring to life the thoughts i keep inside of me
but halfway across the nation sits my heart, and thats reality
its cold in the winter, will it ever feel the same again
aint even depressed less than weakness, i just need a friend
who knows the pain, lived the life i do and feels the same
to many fucking actors pack the gat to walk the streets and claim 
they as real as me, plus they as hard as any
its difficult to find a few good men in many
where the gin be, toxins inside my bloodstream
smoke still resides in my lungs as im coughing
ghosts of my past fast to formulate a plot 
but my wisdom super seeds superstition, through my voice box
faced the hard times through my rhymes line after line
wording nouns and verbs while the herb burns alive
this is my fight, you aint living in my position
my struggle adds description to my depth and definition 
now im sitting reminiscing, heart full of regret
upset cause im the last one left

its too much, im tired and my energies gone
all alone in this city where i pretend to be strong
and back home, people miss me or they diss me
i try not to stress it while i watch the herb smoke bless my lips
  

  when im down, it helps my self loathing knowing my strength
my family and friends they feel the same way
and someday, when i grow into these shoes that i made
ill reminisce to the campus where i spent my first days
to the place and time when i suffocated from my mind
memories had tendencies to blur my vision blind
signs of an immature man forced to grow up
i didnt get invited to this world i just showed up
so stuck, out a luck and with my crew across states
makes me anxious, unable to look the mirror in the face
eyes burning from the nights i couldnt sleep, feeling weak
with weeks ahead full of tests, the futures looking bleak
but the meek shall inherit the earth, so i stayed chill
tried to live in the real, maybe eat a couple meals
appitite for self-distruction, had me losing weight
alone forced to roam streets of concrete and contemplate
my existence, elevated my mental fitness
sought out the holy scriptures, and made God my witness
now im sittin reminiscing, heart full of regret
upset, cause im the last one left  



Hallucinogenics prod. by Ainz & ThisisLEGiT

Dead Poets with So Much Grace prod. by 9th Wonder

 yo yo yo

Live your life and learn, thats the basis of these phrases
i shape my words so tenderly, focus on lifes phases
let me rephrase that, your happy and your sad
the present will be the past, but i just hope i can last
man, i see so many people everyday
some cant take my smile, they quickly turn away
see with me, im an og, the skin says otherwise
but what color is my soul yo, i think about that all night
when    i was in the city i got hit by a van
got the fuck up and walked home, i could barely stand
so dont be a fool and think your fine just living life
cause when shit goes down, flight or fight, some night, it might
not taste like


life is so sweet, youd have to know me, to see
the strength it takes to say that after what ive endured, believe
there is something better to come, my dreams intact
react to the situation, contemplating things from my past
when i die i want the light from this life, to shine bright
illuminate my people, uplift them, and give them delight
i try to keep it real, fuck the mass appeal, dont need it
just need a few friends, my family, and my name, legit
my boy from back home, is dealing with some stuff to
had a shock to my system, but cant imagine what hes going thru
he's got my back, wish i could say that much for you
smile because of him, theres nothing like a homie whose true
its as sweet as 


learn from your experience, cause its how you stay true
took off the rose colored glasses, this world is black and blue
come to see that strength is not something that you can pursue
its made in you, but not by the people you thought you knew
your moral view, the shit you get into, you get my drift?
its not the weights you lift, the fifth you sip, a stiff upper lip
you can try to be strong, but rock bottom youll hit
when you least expect it, the chair will slip and the knoose will grip
so dive into the ocean of self, and take a dip
strength is in how well you know yourself cause life is a trip
dont drown in a sea of doubt, stand up and walk out
im just planting a seed in your brain, you need to let it sprout
its all about the 


Milk and Honey prod. by Preference

Chorus
when I was a young boy, i believed that I could be
the real mccoy, the king of troy, anything that I could dream
I wonder why the worlds changed now, maybe it's not them it's me
somehow, someway I allowed, my dreams to be obsolete
among the stream  of plastic people, L.E.D. screens, Ponzi schemes
I wonder why the worlds changed now, maybe it's not them it's me

Verses
what to believe, what to believe, the world is full of deceitful beings
giving the chance, to reduplicate myself, minus the flaws, is freeing
my eyes are gleaming, I'm beaming the sun, showing the star I'm seeing
the reason I'm breathing, has meaning to me, every season i'm living to see   
what to believe, what to believe, wait what is the question, constantly guessing
testing out of my class, plastered off of my ass, depressing, lesson
learned, nothing is earned unless i'm stressed out and concerned
feeling the burn, tucked in my urn, corpse unturned, body unearthed
we all return, to our beginning, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
God divided light from darkness, which he harnessed, so I trust
in him, but then again, all the devil had to do was readjust
we never question why we blush, when embarrassed, it's because 
he's inside of us, repressed by some, possessing some by rhetoric  
Old Testament, Columbine, Virginia Tech, Connecticut
places he  made his case, defaced the nation where I'm raised
enraged the human race, giving us memories we can't erase

remember the feeling, as a child, wide eyed, vainglorious 
now your living the life your giving, livid, no grinning, laborious
I don't remember much, but what I do, I hold onto, I clutch
It touches me to such a degree, it's easy to think that it's a crutch
but if it was, the insignificance would be diminished when
the goodness of that age, replayed through the days I'm living in
I may just be the whitest kid you know, the wisest kid for sure
but while your wired for the dinero, I'm a big weirdo, because I'm poor
and happy with the path I'm taking, the circumstances stated, satan
lies in wait, straighten ways, or circle the truth, Daytona race
I'd drag it out, for now I'm praying, delaying the facts for fiction, true
printing the sinning I'm witnessing, then again penning a sentence your listening to 

Young Boy prod. by Preference

Verse
orbiting a small planet, capable of sustaining life
entering the atmosphere, the ships on auto pilot
switch it to manual, scanning the parameter
looking for a place to land, feeling like an amateur
her diameter is a bit too big for the environment
I will try it, but not sure if it will fit, take the risk
gently set her down, amidst the blare of warning beeps and dings
the ship shifts and creeks, call the crew for debriefing
no sign of life on the planet, but the scanners aren't done scanning
as the captain I'm demanding that the ships crew start to planning
our mission is not yet fully known, besides the crew we are alone
keep your helmets on, take your readings then find the pick up zone
we can't go home, unless we know that every soul returns on board
all for one, one for all, a dead crewman we can't afford
open up the ships doors, the air is lethal to the breather
either, beneath our feet lies the planet which we seek,
left the ship growing smaller in the distance, 
terror gripping, as the chance of coexistence setting in
as we send, signals to the mother ship, fumbling
with the tracking device, alien life, found us bumbling
rummaging within our space suit for the phasers set to stun
approach the life form set to run, they welcome us, but I don't trust
(we come in peace) I calmly say, I pause to see
if they believe, but they retreat, so I resort to SOP
I go to speak, they sneak attack, I react fast, like firing pins
peak around the valley, thousands of aliens are closing in
panicking we quickly flee, our feet moving fluently, 
in disbelief I phone home like ET to the commander and chief
fire up the engines, get the blasters set to massacre
these bastards won't last a second, holocaust, disaster
as the ship slowly grows back to its behemoth figure
its doors open, they're   still closing in, time for desperate measures
relay a message to the crew, 100 yards we turn and shoot
phasers set to kill plus the blasters we will, combat pursuit
turn and slay, piling up the bodies, alien death parade
like puree, we're liquidizing brains, with no restraint
fuck em, struck em down, and leave em on the ground in their own stain
feel no pain, run em through showing true are mark of cain
cease fire, and retire back in our ships hull
have one last trigger pull, breaking skulls, laughing like a gull
passengers, latching down their safety belts, to jet and peace
set the coordinates to leave, what the…. I turn to see
each one of my crew, morphing, transforming, into foreign beings
trickery I can't believe, what the fuck are they going to do to me


Space Quest prod. by Preference

Verse
yo, the Mayans foretold, the world was forsaken
anticipating the end of the earth, they had stated
and given a date when, we would cease to exist
or did we misunderstand the thesis of the statement
how much time do we got, till the planet stops
till all the are shotty's popped, and then all of the bodies drop
some people are dealing in the worst way, possible
shooting up malls, theaters, schools, even hospitals
psychological messes besting their own records
try to get a new high school, my lord, what for
or maybe I'm insane because I remain unchanged
what the fuck I'm questioning, it's the end of days
  
Chorus
i hear the trumpets calling me home
listen to the angles playing their horns
where will I go, when I answer the lords call
I know he will catch me, when I take that fall

Verse
yo, December 21st, 2012
the day the population of the earth rots in hell
with the completion of the great mayan cycle
a bunch of motherfuckers are going psycho but what do I know,   
maybe this is a healthy way to react now
plowing through doors with a 50 cal yelling
the world is a mirror, of our inner consciousness
as we respond to it, what is going on within
set the world on fire starting with a town near you
last night alive forever baby you better
remember, remember, the 21st of december
11th of September,   5th of November 
like Pearl Harbor, days that live in infamy forever
hurricanes, earthquakes, terrorists members, 
failing of the levies, roll credits, the list is never ending
Nastrodomous effect, to project a future rendering
Super volcanoes, Hadron Collider and black holes 
sun storms, population growth, reversal of magnetic poles
the crash of internal systems by neck beards
the mass effect fear, technological infections, ingested
interconnections, defect, unchecked and neglected
subject to deception, the devils resurrection
protection, defcon 1, world war what?
sit back and watch the world burn till it's nothing, we're fucked


End of Days prod. by Preference

Chorus
I don't know why I feel this way
I don't know why I feel this way today
why is the world different every single day
I feel the pain, I feel enraged, I feel insane, it's all the same   

Bridge
I don't know why (repeated)

Verses
meeting her the first time, mind wasn't made up
whole body feeling her vibe, fluid movement like syrup
I did it on a dare, I recall walking on air  
awkward at first, but we were quite the pair
even the air tasted different, when she came to visit
such a vision in her brown dress, so hot she burned and glistened
i loved her being inside me but choked up
cough like a smoker, poker face, when i rolled up
unsober, assertive, sort of searching for a serta mattress
so attractive, to lay inactive with no interaction
action laughing, acting passive, asking abstract questions
calling pizza places placing orders, the pace of plates of pies to face
caused indigestion, all said and done, inception
so much fun, couldn't wait for the next b
misconceptions lessened, perception best of kin
conception convoluted, misconstrued and polluted
never knew something so beautiful, fit to marry
jane told me I should stop, get off the pot, or piss already
thanks but no thanks, I think I've got this handled 
little did I know this little hoe, would pull my life towards scandals

drama started when I met this other hooch, who
looked up in the sky, as the moonshined blue
cheese head, midwest, recluse brewing with a red hue
half pint, height like a tall dude, seeking a blood feud
she made my head spin when she came through nightly
sprightly, lively, slurring speech slightly
had to back out, when I blacked out, unsightly 
memory serves right, she was always at the party
dropping names of friends like tanquere and bacardi
thought i'd be impressed, I cheated on her partly
half her, half her friend, mixed it up a bit smartly
going red, solo, couplet like a line in poetry
white lightning striking, spiking the punch, drunk
to many shots to the head, brain shrunk, next time duck
duck, grey goose, I chose you
better than the wild turkey, if your trying to, fly the coop
sitting pretty, getting shitty in Milwaukee city
overcast, fifty shades of grey, thrifting made my day
my girl even had a hand in that, with me always
threesome with my first bitch, flip a switch, cross fade
 



Mary Jane and Brandy prod. by Preference

Fire Back prod. by Preference

This Life We Lead prod. by NativeBeatz

rough idea.

and who are you to say who I am
I'm pretty sure I know myself
what the hell can you tell me
who are you to say who I am
I'm pretty sure I can

my new shit, my old shit, I'm obsolete as I live
each minute, I evolve, and each second is honest
I take steps, never regret, never retrace the bad taste
Leave wakes of blood baths, with each breath that I take
a bad case, basket case, the cost of police officers fucking with me
and the populous, where lots of us off ourselves quickly
I'm the worst person, for wanting to be immersed in a hearse
versus, seeing a nurse and receiving a cure costing the contents of many purses
I'm imagining  how saddening it be if I died in a tragedy
and you romanticizing all the feelings you ever had for me
shitty things I did to you just can't be true, you were just imagining
now go light a candle on the mantle, and cry yourself to sleep
that's deep, but no ocean or sea can see the depths I be
reaping effectively, dissecting the seconds I live and breath, beneath 
i'm a mortal, immortal to feeling cordial
civility left in me the moments before we entered the portal

and who are you to say who I am
I'm pretty sure I know myself
what the hell can you tell me
who are you to say who I am
I'm pretty sure I can

squeezing every morsel out of these measly minutes
seconds tick by, I grab at the moments but they keep slipping
like sand through fingers, watch my breath cause it calms me 
see you walk by and want to speak but I feel sickly
insecurities are the reason I now need speech therapy
repeat moments of silence, suffering silently
sirens speak, off in the distance, attention back to reality
saddening but when my Id speaks, I listen intently 
never letting intentions get the best of this man
but how can I rest in peace, letting girls walk past, deadpan 
damn, I can't, so i best to step it up before they box me up
if it's luck, i'm stuck in mud, the sound of suck surrounds this schmuck
I bound and jump to leap at the chance to take your hand
i'm not the man for you, one in a hundred thousand, I'll take the chance
but what's  it worth if you can't show your pain when you're hurt
skeletons in the closet, bury the bones you've unearthed, dirt




Say Who I Am prod. by Preference

I'm the kid in the hall with the stagger
fitted cap, sitted low for the the haters
tunes bumping from my speaks, audiophile
low profile, smile as I stroll by

Damn this girls better than the rest
impressed, but I never would have guessed
her beauty would infect 
every waking thought, and every breath
Couldn't dream a better end
wouldn't know where to begin
she was better than a friend
didn't think about the ending
with all the time we were spending
and without her I would have been
better off
this is my attempt at a happy song 

I'm the kid in the hall with the stagger
fitted cap, sitted low for the the haters
tunes bumping from my speaks, audiophile
low profile, smile as I stroll by

Damn I feel better every day
from the Sway, but I'm working to relocate
and possibly get in shape
so I can run this paper chase
couldn't think of a better way
wouldn't wait for the starting gate
disqualified before foot hit pavement    
didn't think about the ending
with all the thought of beginning  
and without it I would have been 
better off
this is my attempt at a happy song

Better Off prod. by Preference

I. wake up, take up my sword cause dawn is my enemy
especially after a night of bong hits and Hennessy 
dragons breath of fresh air conditioning shampoo
shower off the old me, I feel brand-new, been told to
fake it until you make it, a pagan of ritual statements
or basis of comatose, and web-toed homosapiens
sad status of stasis, from weekends of complacency 
like a chicken being basted and rotated in a rotisserie 
they like to call me a hermit, I like to call me determined
I like to think I'm subdued, controlling which emotions I permit
the world to view, it's true the first impressions never lessened
second to second I'm second guessing which foot to step with 
my Grandma used to kiss me on the head and bless my heart
Looked down at my palm, my head and heart lines intersected from the start
and From then on, departed from religious realms  
back to the insidious waters of the Sticks Hell, at the helm

maybe i just need to calm down
and absorb this information for awhile
i've been doing things the wrong way
staying up all night, sleeping in all day
it's complicated

maybe i just need to get a life
bought a plant, watched it sit in   earth for awhile
I've been doing things like i'm insane
sitting alone in the living room again
it's complicated

I, stencil sentiments in sentences for repentance 
Celsius centigrade rising in significant increments 
when a pen I grip, ink boils, pores sweat like
condensation, water droplets turn into stalagmites
brain hurricane, mind moving at a mile an hour
showers pour, as I transform cells and mitochondria
microorganisms suspended in animation
homicide by deliberate dehydration, 
inspiration, so I can paint these pictures, like Salvador Dali, 
a little different probably cause my canvas is a beat from Bengali
with a voice from above, that parts clouds, and draws crowds
don't even need one mic, or one shot, just one sound
send the sheep to slaughter for our fore fathers, yet
when we elect him for Change we get back debt
retroactive, as far as my vision can deceive
I believe to see things that aren't real to me

I, sit in dark rooms, creating ink blots to read
Rorschach in the back, with a cigarette awkwardly
set between his lips, his silhouette, reluctantly sweeps
across the light from lamp he's using, with each movement, shadows dance
consumed  light replaced by his stance, obstructed glance
by chance I see the red ball bounce, entrenched in a trance
dream state, that's my cue when I'm dreaming Lucid
to awake and face the sun, and walk across it's surface






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