I smoke myself

I smoke the useless till I find I'm use useless
I tell myself I'm done but I've only begun
The beat goes flat but I know where it's at
It's time to shine
The devil knows when I'm awake, my size 13 busts through the floor. I'm talking nuts, I don't compensate. Lemme tell you all something you dont know nothing about what it takes to shine, how to make it mine. My catalyst, mad it is, rage is bliss. But dont take it the wrong way I go about things the wrong way. It's all disarray, all the things you have to say. Why can't I make you go away? 

Expose

Ive come back this time to break apart the mysterious, untangle the secrets and lift the veil of life. Expose its interworkings and undermine its significance. I experianced something in life so far, that there are troubles and while we get sucked into fighting and fixing these troubles most of them are the fire we cannot extinguish as its been burning since before we were born. It is the way of this plane, its the order of chaos. Im here to feel this, to see it and to know it. Because as one learns of these things the only reaction once understood is distance and seperation from care and meaning of that chaos order. We cannot fix it, we are just here for a time and then we pass on. I believe most come back again and again untill they have seen and experianced so many angles of the choas that it can finally be concluded in the souls background wisedom collected over a time much longer than a single life time. So the soul finally sees the order of choas and becomes disintersted with this plane and can finally move onto another plane. Things can be hard to let go of when you think there is still someone more left for you. When you know there is nothing left worth your while you walk away from things easily. I cant say for sure this is my last time. I feel like I have done little. But where my mind is in this process, Im close to the end. Im alright with it.

Sad song

The saddest song is sung all alone
When you sit at home on your phone
Writing the saddest song
Singing that sad sad song

I know its all wrong
And i know your all alone

Lies to myself

Where were are again
I'm asking for a friend
Who am I again?
I'm for real no pretend
Who am I again?
I run my mouth and hit send,
Next minute sware Im a friend.
Who am I again, Who am I again?

I sware theres no room for lies
I'm comprised
Of enough love for a thousand years
In you arms I feel alive
Don't let me fall
I'm falling hard so take the chance
I'll never tell you lies again

Who am I when I can hardly feel it?
What lies and I telling when I hardly believe it?

Memory

An irritated writer I am today.

Off in my mind I find so much angst about people. My memory has always been a key feature of my personality. It has kept me from being complacent because I remember facts and I compare them. But I've found a point in my life where I'm loosing my memory because I'm becoming downed by life. I'm no longer becoming aroused and excited over false statements and proclaiming truth. I know the truth but I am deadly silent about it. And I am not the only one, the polls have been done and I have seen the vast majority of people think like I do. They hold the same rights and wrongs. Yet so many things happen against what we think SHOULD be and so many are silent. I know there are some who speak, and fewer who are heard. And fewer yet who reach my ears and eyes. I am screaming inside over these things, I get so mad I want to burst. Now lead my focus, lead my hands, lead my feet so I can channel this force to do good and make marks in the world.

mastermind

Raaaahhh
It's the mastermind
Coming at you with an angry brand of ryhm
Because I ain't got no time to explain to you
You thoughts ain't worth a dime to me

Enough about that DNA

Enough about that DNA it's a reflection of what you say
Yaya
I smoke on the ganj but I'm broke
Buddy wanna bump I ain't bout coke
Just toke no joke