And they say im Suicidal..........

face mugged among the pixels of the screen..... a nightmare for all the kids fairytell scene....unfairly seen as a monster....while others were rarely deemed.....it was sowed in his genes...just take a look at his seams...dark blue ink stuck in the mind it couldnt be washed..couldnt be stopped like wind against a chime.....and when u heard the sound you knew that it was time...get in the house or you were sure to die...not in the flesh but of the mind...are you ready to die?...they say i dont want to die..i want to keep living this lie....let me lie down my life for you....i mean honestly have you seen a t.v show lately....graveyards is what they sell to the babies....they can cut an umbilical cord..circumcise the penis.....but how come what they prescribe they cant cut...they leave it to be connected to the mind....if we would have stay connected to the past time...pass the torch to the springers so they can jump past the past lines.....non social barriers that are inferior to the social gains....the exterior of a great thought is now taken in vain.....so when i say i think about dying my thoughts are not suicide.....only truth of mind so in the heavens i will coincide.....coexisting with the great minds that are rooted with knowledge deep like the grape vine.... who didnt live to die.....they said die to live....only so you can die to live.....so i die to live and then die to live....so when stupidity dies down you can see that i died to give...... and they say im suicidal

Silence, is it really a Virtue?

how many times do we have to go back and forth until we can go forward on this road that's straite..... we twist and turn ....we have broken the lines so the drive in our love is not safe..... my inner thinking has led me to internal conflict that I intently continue to chase...... you have a pot of boiling steam stemming from the voice that is so deep with rage that you consciously vase.... but what if that vase breaks..... I wonder what type of food for the mind did the wrath make..... beef boiling between us creates a situation that is high in stakes....... who will make a move first pettiness becomes involved...... until one day we see that pettiness has evolved into a man I can't stand her..... girl I hate him.....I regret the day that I told him I would date em...... every time you call I go here she is again....I don't have time to begin this shit so I'll just press end...... now I'm sitting here asking myself questions that I should have asked you in the beginning of our problem that cannot be solved...... and its eating me alive in my mind because my actions that i dished turned out to be raw...... both of us in an attempt to paint a perfect scene ended up missing the big picture......if all these words stated in this body of work were labored into the mind maybe we could work It out...... but we can't because our lives were actions with no sound....actions speak louder than words.......but no words at all creates an action that is so proud that it won't even answer to the law of the land.....so i ask you.......... is silence really a virtue?

Dont waste your Breath

I Am Legend

I am inspired to become....inspired to be......inspired to have done........inspired to die a legend........I am inspired to walk.....I am inspired to run.....I am inspired to fly....I am inspired to reach for the stars........ I will be....I will have done more than any other....... I will be the last standing thought......I will be the last breath of life that jumps into the air......that circulates through the soul......comming out within the lungs..... I will have sung a song any note can relate to.......I will have played a drum that carries a heavy beat..... that rises those to their feet......to take a dance at life....but not of the usual routine....... to become.....to be....to have done..... to die a legend.....to walk.....to run.....to fly......to reach for the stars.....to be.....to have done more than any other...... to be the last standing thought.......thinking to inspire a mind......thinking to change a time........ I am inspired.....I am legend

Freestlye in the po eemmm form......

been gone a couple months spent some years down the road...... you rained on my summer and on my spring you snowed.......I missed your flowers the sweet cent of your rose...wishin I could smell the sweet scent on my nose....I talked about you to all of my freinds.....we would converse about the first day you took me in......bright city lights I would feel your wind....fill up all your needs so I won't feel your end.....in the morning your sunlight would guide me to school.....I always brought you home plus my parents like you....kept you in my heart on my mind in my lungs too.....pissed on anybody who would try to front you....like that bad boy sticker minus the bad boy get up.....every minute that I missed I missed her....every picture that I flicked I kissed her....told em excuse me miss but I'm her mr...and I can remember...I've always spent all of my time with her eversince the sixth of september....she was the blanket that wrapped around my frame....so imma blanket her with recognition from my fame....imma blank it her with bearing my last name....so if they step in the woods they get clawed by her rage.....everytime she speak I get awwed by her range....she touch me from the bottom to the top of my frame......this is like my homecoming so I can't wait till we off to prom......red carpet....camera flashing the pigmentation of what I dream I oughtta song....like this be my rose....I love you pasadena my heart is home

By far one of the best albums ever heard through my ears....i mean musically theres no album that compares to seeing sounds.....they could have just made the album full of instrumentals, because you could feel the emotion of he music...you didnt need lyrics to help depict the feelings that are brought to life through music.....musically no other album compares......

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I play my life out through words....any thing that I ever wanted to be or I am going through is heard....paper is my bestman...I'm wedded to the pen....she throws her flowers out everytime a song spins......though she spills all that is known about me I know she will sun me....I will never shun thee...this is joy upon glee.......as good as a team that his parents are is what I hope my son could be.....and when I'm done with this game still undone are we.....I know MJ still hits up the court....so if I left it alone I wouldn't be a good sport.......I used to feel as if I would stumble upon greatness and just fall short....and its still a couple of things that I cannot sort........like why my wife sisters let some of these niggas get rich...when they pensmanship is so poor......I just wanted to pin my ship on the seas to sail across the world but deals always seemed to fleet......I do know now that if everything in the world runs out on me my blue inked ten will never leave.......I cnt concieve what life would be without her......my voice is heard...but with her....my words are louder