too many thoughts on my mind feeling doubtful,too


too many thoughts on my mind feeling doubtful,

too many people in my circle still without you,

all i hear is voices creeping into my soul,

eating me a live and never letting go,

what would you if you didn’t have a choice,

let alone the courage to spit half your voice,

sometimes I wonder why I get like this,

asking questions never gets you shit,

this life is horses and hoes running around laughing about,

people say things they know nothing about,

i have a hatred deeply embedded,

but this art pardon my humor I’m indebted,

my whole life is a debt, I owe everybody,

If God made bank tellers I must be their monopoly,

What do I if I’m closed and shut out,

My mind just gives out, I got nothing to get out,

Blind people and my mind won’t let me,

Step up to the plate smoke weed and get with it,

It’s time to take over the game and show these people what I am,

I believe a lot of stupid shit,

now I’m losing it, grip, confusing it with things I don’t usually get,

Listen, I’m tired,

Dripping wet, lackluster, I need inspiration,

Some real shit, from the soul of the impatient,

I been wasted, writing rhymes on thin pavement,

Live basic, get hated, live high and de-bated,

Fuck.

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illuminate


My religion and spiritual question has been the cause of my life. The source is a certain thing, I cannot open here but it’s okay. I wonder, because I question, and yet, in contradiction, I believe, so vehemently in my path, for many reasons, pure and impure. But I am me, and my Lord is One, and my freedom is nigh, and my question will die, soon, before long, I’ll see with my eye.

Conformity


Social conformists are so lame. They aren’t just lame, they are bundles of stress, anxiety and misery. How ironic. Sheesh.

Yo in all honesty


Fuck the bullshit. Why I gotta act like something I’m not?

mark ’em


Watch them flock now after my fame,

Stumbling hastily while scathing my name,

Before they would scold me for being this way,

But now is new, or so they say.

A fruitless bunch of clowns, playing an act,

They needn’t search far to get a good laugh,

There, in the mirror, being cracked,

The finest joke of the century.