My Flow Switch

Mystery and wishing, history of kissing...
My dreams like they were lovers after eighteen years of missing;
Ambition? Thats old ish, man I think i'm on some new lines, that fly with me and hang glide, and giv my  words some hangtime;
My gang signs are commas, my wisdom is karma,
I'll ride this ish to the finish line... until I get that Charger;
Police and concrete got me wanting to go to college,
But I aint trynna study nothing...that degree ish is nonsence;
Trynna find a new model...or room with a role model,
With cold bottles and soul mottos that can get me to them show models;
Flow swallow, full throttle I do this thing till the show follows a buisness man, with a buisness plan of check cashing like state lottos;
Barely be on some fake ish, unless u count my flow switch, that ish that make you run the option of hand offs or slow pitch;
These streets are full of options of hand offs and slow pitch,
And I'm that nosy negro but my gameplan be "dont snitch".... slow ish...
Fill it up, fishbowl...windows up;
Get my mind foggy of all these lost bodies, and my flow switch...aint giving up;
I like to go to parties just to stare at pretty bodies and listen to them hotties that do ish but 4get about me; I like it...
No strings attached, play no toys like string too back,
Or yoyo ur name and back,
Tell girl uhuh you can proably get a lame with that;
And I act like I dont know ish, but I'm focus, on some "go" ish, yes I know it, on some slow iish, so I got with,my flow swiitch;

Confusion

I just post some nonsence to get a recent urge,
To tell myself to slow down my mind just hit a curb;
I hate the fact I'm hypnotize by the killer curves,
She love my nouns that form my words but damn sure hate my verbs;
I know things I do today dont really make tomorrow,
But I go to the mourge everday for a heart to borrow;
Because my soul exist but I live with no beat,
And walk the street dark an weak as if I got glue on my feet;
Im no longer paranoid really I fear non,
Cuz if I'm going to hell I'm taking plus one;
I freaking hate son, it takes nothing to make one,
Repeat my fathers ways..lay a egg den make done;
Or due..i hate my veiw all the way to the moon,
Cuz the days that we go hard, success just doesnt come soon...;
Enuff! Really its "us" but who can really say they with "us" so if I ask for your heart would you just give me your lust;
I mean if I ask for your heart...will u give me your trust,
Im intimate as much as your attention sux;
So I press brake i'm tired of this cruising,
I dont want to freaking marry I'm still stuck in my confusion

COURAGE.CONSCIENCE.CONSISTENCY

Deep deep ish..my Jagger makes swagger...look like geek nerds and patrol men with bad bladders;
Worthless...my verse vs. a herse down to the wire of which is comming in first;
These choices and divorces of hobbies and beauty bodies occupy my thoughs like red vest in large lobbies;
And resturants, from breast to heart the first I start burst apart into verbs and adjectives which worse then a curse from Bart;
These heads...have no brains mentally thoughtless, but productive in a thought process;
Although the steady pace seems to win the race I sprint a thousand miles just to give losing a taste;
The ish we face make dieing look like a good place..as if a grave site is the goal of a hood race;
But the ordinary is no longer ordinary,
Lifting burdens on my trail just to have more to carry...clearly!

PRETENDER

Bandwagon jumping, the fans are coming in now,
Vent session bumping... guess its time to pretend now;
Cause the further I go the more they want to know, and I haven't done enough in order to have a show;
So I'm pretending to be a star...pretending to go far,
In order to drive a car way above par;
Lessons learned and questions turned into statements,
Testing the wine at black and white tie banquets;
No longer speaking truth for my peer delinquents,
Now I am just speaking nonsense to make sense;
Remembered when recording was done in basements,
Now the professional moves are made and the fun no longer exist;
"Who is this who is this? this kid who thinks big"
The kid who hates kids who thinks fibs;
Now he makes lies to surprise business guys,
Through those times where he needs favors and more tries;
I am the challenges of many defenders,
And the ultimate contradiction of many pretenders;

MY SHAME

I never said that this will be easy, trust me believe me, fame comes and go I just want someone to NEED me,
Legacy a fortune, tribulations and torching, my deep deep ish dumb hot and stay scorching;
These times that I be forcing, myself to be important, have me less relevant in my efforts of escorting...
The beauties to the palace of glory and all its madness, the passions of many passions and feelings of many fabrics;
Rushing through my brain is a shame to my name,
Because I think of things that will get me through the game:
And I know it will never be the same,
But this is the road to my fame,
Honestly my thoughts bother me but that is just part of my shame;

Hardship

They going through their success, im falling through the cracks;
I hate when u promise a favor...but never getting it back;
The hate on my back, the struggle my stomach,
Im hungry for a meaning...but my heart doesnt want it;
I know they die from hunger, I know the rain brings thunder,
I practice my autograph...no longer attached with a number;
Cause athletes live that luxury, and my career is buggin me..they say I have million talents but neither of them is one to me;
From one too three...its miracles,
I shoot jumpshots, I talk alot, and I'm kind of lyrical;
But none of them is working out,
So tell me what I'm learning bout,
All the times I should be learning something I sit and burn..and moan and powt;
I hate myself, I love the mirror, just so I can see why I hate,myself,
They say I make them proud with no accomplishes under my belt;
So what I'm really thinking,
This ish just havent synced in,
Feel like they was symoblizing my career when they was trending planking;
Im drinking! Thoughts are all liquidized,
Stop doing basketball sucides...when I started thinkin suicide;
I smile but rude in eyes,
Like movie guys I act anothers life and put it in movie size;
And I wish I had a better clone,
A better home or left alone,
Or brain just like Sherlock Holmes;
I wasnt born with ish...in fact I lost alot,
My brother was enough, my word is all I got;
So F the world and all it got,
And kiss the sun just to be hot;
They say I'm great but really not,
Have so little but delt alot;
I just wish I had my life flipped,
Sick and tired of going through these hardships;...yea

FEAR AMBITION

The stress level develops a mind set,

That makes you reach your pushing point but haven't met mines yet;

Faded, developing hatred, because them kids never stressed ish and they made it,

I wish to form a star but do not wish too be favorite,

All the expectations I hate it, fear for what I will not make it;

Supporters? I have plenty, but haven't met any, that can keep it a hunnit in telling me that business wouldn't fit me;

Is it a perfect set up, the kids that get let up, to believe if they keep pushing their dreams and goals will get met up; 

Well I'm fed up!

Sacrificing my perseverance and my honor, chasing dreams of a man without a father;

And cold shoulders to shady Mrs.

Nonsense in the sense of lady kisses;

Not feeling the disses, so i sit with my mind geek.

Depressing sober thoughts from being hi all week;

The words I bleep...educate the masters, fascinating pastors, standing up for the bastards;

My passwords are memories, typing history causing thoughts visually;

Despite the likes I love the loves and far above, what they think it isn't what it does;

The fact I do things just because, I hate not swimming in mental floods;

I hate my worlds cause of its hoods, and hate the hate below above, what they think and know it does;

Visionary? I barely have a vision,

I lack confidence because I fear my ambition;

VENTING

YEA!...I'M FROM WHERE, THE FROM HERE,
THE THINGS THAT I DONE THERE..
MADE ME DUMB WITH DUMB FEAR OF WHAT I MAY COME NEAR;
YEA!..I DID WHAT I DONE LAST YEAR, WHEN I WAS BEYOND PAST FEAR...THAT WAS A GOOD DAMN YEAR;
BUT...WE ALL GOT OUR EXCLUSIVE OPINIONS,WE STUPID WITH OUR MENTAL DETENTIONS,
BUT WHAT IS THOUGHT WITHOUT THOUGHT, STARTERS WITHOUT START, NIGHT BEATS WITHOUT HEARTS AND FAR FROM THE DARK;
WITTY AS WITTY...ASKING THE LORD TO FORGIVE ME,
FOR TRICKING THESE LOVELY MARYS
AND EATING APPLES AND BERRIES;
WHICH HAVE ME THINKING TO MUCH...AND DREAMING,
I KNEW I DIDNT LEAVE THE GARDEN FOR NO REASON;
I KNEW AT THE START OF THE SEASON,
THAT I WOULD SPEAK MY MIND AND LEAVE WITH A MEANING;
MEANING THAT WE ARE ABOVE..HATING THAT I GETS NO LOVE,
FROM NO LOVERS THAT SHRUG TO THE SIGNS OF BEING ABOVE...
BUT...THIS IS JUST WORDS I TYPE OUT, THAT STEALS THE SHINE OF MANY BLOGGERS,
THE MANHOOD I DISPLAY FOR THEM MEN WITHOUT THEIR FATHERS,
GOT DAMN, I WISH I WAS A CARTER TO REPLACE IT WITH A Z AND TELL THE WORLD I GO HARDER....THAN LIL
MISSING THE START JUST A LITTLE,
TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE BRITTLE;
YEA!...TO BE HONEST I DON'T HAVE A FINISH,
TELLING CENSORSHIPING CRITICS TO MIND THEIR OWN F-IN BUISNESS;
THIS IS NOT REALLY BAD, IF ANYTHING ITS A LOVE LETTER TO DEFEND YOU
IN FACT I LOVE YALL SO MUCH IMA FINISH IT WITH A HUNDRED DOTS OF TO BE CONTINUES............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

G's Interlude part 2

If you are reading this you are a blessing,
As I type I think of you..
As I read I think of you..
As I think of you...I think of more things I can do;
To entertain your minds and to stay true...
If you are reading this you are a blessing...
Thank you-

FLAWS

Penalties to my actions, barely get a reaction, cause I do not really know who I effect or who I'm impacting,

Relaxed but not relaxing, hate myself with a passion, It's like when you get the ball in crunch time and all you think of is passing..

Or fall...friends that I call...are never friends when I call when money's not involved,

And people I continued to love slowly takes a pause;

Its not my fault, I cant even change my past, now girls I seduced in the past entertain their friends talking trash...bout me

History history all of its history, deleted from my search without a single disagree;

Missing me? Missing me? clearly I doubt it matters,

Continuing to piss off like uncontrollable bladders;

Hate the thought that my lonely heart seems to fall apart,

And I hate the fact that I love myself more while sitting in the dark;

It sucks-ess as my mental makes the calls,

As I walk with my head high while exposing all my flaws:

WONDERFUL YOU

Wonderful you...quest soul reaching caliber, soul questing keeper love seeking battler;

Master lust...wonderful you, master touch, 

Master monogamy with your master trust,

Hopeless I, focused guy, modest eye in vision,

Hopes to die, most to lie, with you in decision:

With you and ambition..i know you and ambition,

Will love each other when I am gone with you in my vision;

Crucial contention the tension in your admission,

Beautiful kissing, stuck having me wishing:

Wonderful you...wonderful cool, wonderful fool,

Dripping passion in our wonderful pool;

Wonderful tool...your heart is a wonderful tool,

With your attitude but your wonderfully cruel;

I so so think of true..

When beauty enters my brain and the WONDERFUL YOU

Rigamortis

My...legacy visionation, part of the inivation part of the hesitation, and all of its dedication,
Hardly been define, stupidly on my mind causually blasphemy in this little light of mine,
The rigamortis is so gorgeous and I left it all behind, when my fortunes started scorching,
I just took it all one time, I told myself I got this time, I let myself sparkle the wine, and now the liquids in my soul is inking out all combined;
I climbed the devils silky spine as the cops give me a "piggy" back, and I sparked all pine, and told the trees I wont be comming back;
I'm past all of the height and beyond all of the hype, I told the world I'm kissing heaven and me and Mary is tight....but
Silly I silly I, porcuPINE to the eye and all I can say is I try,
And...i would love to find the gorgeous, greedy with all my courses..this is the metamorphis,
But the beginning to rigamortis

MENACE DISPLAY

Catching feelings uh? They need to understand, I know bosses that move work without a middle man,
They some critics uh? I thought they really fans, I sit in saunas writing mona's so my flow can get a mini tan;
 I need some money, but I dont need riches, trying to have my momma eat good without having to touch dishes,
But goals are just goals and dreams are just wishes, kingPEN having ink swimming with the fishes;
Its buisness!..personally the person in me, is exlusive and thought of as the person to be;
G? o boy, dont mess with ol' boy if they aint in the frontline and believe in decoys,
Grown man, the plastic pen is the only time I see toys,
Victimizing dictionaries and thesaurus we destroy;
Idle as ever, memory is better, than a 70 years old proffesor with a 40 minute lecture;
Refresher? charismatic, and so ecstatic, i dont make platinum, the only time I sparkle I make magic;
But this is just a warmer, movie brother like I'm Warner, my whole life at a cliffhang...the end of a boarder;
Overall, I'm just the worlds menace, and I will continue until the rigamortis of my death sentence;

Mistaken

Time out of life, minutes to everything, If hours can heal lives then what will seconds bring;
Days at a time...weeks out of place,
Power to the world but thoughts so out of space;
And my music aint going so good, but my rythm still exist with me as it always would;
But um...i still wish I had that consistency,
I still wish my team still exist with me;
But bump it, stessing over dumb ish,
Because the dudes I run with, I stay doing dumb ish;
Tell me why...all of us thinking the same, but offered so different.
In love with the same....but far from equallly gifted;
All of us deal with the same...and dont know how we live it,
But only one of us will proably say that he did it;
It sux but its reality, f trust it just gets people mad at me,
Cause magically, I continue to grow gradually, stepping over underachievers happily;
But at the same time I was that too, that school and that crew..yea I was that too;
That dude who ignored situations in his life,
Not searching for knowledge thinking of a life;
Where I can sleep all day and party through the night, summer all year and marriage to a wife;
That could be a show model and an average role model "Nights at the Roxbury" with black and gold cold  bottles;
Dreaming of a pizza like delivery and a flow which swallows,
Black holes that follow astroids full throttle;
All of these risks I am taken,
Too bad no one told me I was sadly mistaken;

Back At It

Simple lyrics, poetic gifted wizard,
Powerful presence like a miracle after twenty blizzards;
Proud of it all I'm on the grind rock it alone,
Bringing it home for all them boys that cant be bringing it home;
Live in my zone, proud to be something to worry bout,
Cause even with the negative talkers I can hear them out;
I step in all positions with a fair amount,
Of confidence to never fear a mount....of scrutiny
For those who put their proof in me, I still need you to see;
Stress is a factor, never really gave it a stare,
Hate if you dare, I'm so messed up I don't even care;
But... time to spread all of my black magic,
Consistently posting because I'm officially back at it!

G's Interlude

I appreciate the time you put in your times,
Reading the simplest words like mine;
Still the toughest to define,
But I ask for your forever feedback and to try to read between the lines;
-THANK YOU

Evaluation

Its me again, all of the things I wrote down I need 2 state again,
Fake friends get ready for the stage again, with women in need of direction but I dont have time for saving them;
I put my all in da past and stick with the present, like throwing life in the bag and live with what you left with;
I mean my mental is so out of it though, old news f up my moods and I aint letting it go;
Know...involved in it all but really envolving all, so I will not drop the ball when my name they call;
No...i aint even that focus, repaying all the pretty women for the hearts they loan us;
Go...life through mental barracks, honored with many merrits, dont want no love I tell em to go and dead it, as if they let it; but my physical state is physically great, I hate 2 say it but thanks 2 all of its time dat all of it takes;
Wait...i put my heart in that ish, in all the grind that it makes, so i'll party tonite and give the women some thanks;
Great....So part of my Evaluation,
Is form legendary and take it all in the making;

Visionary

Visionary visual commentary, capturing the evident moments of those times legendary;
A position or invention of commitment or to mention all of my mental detentions and losing sites of dimensions;
Pretending....that life is how u make it, but its up to others to mention you as their favorite;
And u made it your favorite, songs of your life you played it, now thinking the road you took wasnt really your best fit;
But its....ok in the sense of words, in the sense of verbs in the sense of knowledge while in college,
You competing and defeating those who think of nonsense;
But is it nonsense or is it not sensed or even sensed barely,
All of these things can make you visionary;

UNORGANIZED GRAMMAR

  I no longer think positive thoughts,
As my positive walks through my dark side of my wrong brain....
I no longer feel the movement of my heart,
I'm way to far apart...and close to the wrong things:
Opportunistic I doubt it, If I was don't you think I would have wrote about it,
And these details of evils I cant go without it, while stupid people stare in my face like lets continue to talk about it;
If only I could talk about it...
I doubt I had a moment, doubt I have a mission to mention all of my supported pensions and thank people for their inventions...of me!
Of me? as if there is prototypes of confused black kids like me;
Eighteen with no I.D., problem with no (i.e) focus on ABC and staying away from EFG;
I feel like they put all of their trust in me, without knowing my history, with random people missing me, my life is like a mystery its misery.....visually, I'm laughing, disturbing the pain,
 my heart is burning and wishing it rain, I have no real thoughts I just scribble my name, and wish wen I open my eyes things would change;

Why

Why does the hood have gates,
What do they protect? Or is it the limitations they keep there to pro-ject;
Saying this is your cage you must pay with all your check,
Even if you pay for years we still wont give you no respect;
Why are the urban courts so wrecked from years of no cleaning,
As if the only place for us males to dream has no meaning, I think something neat will give us something to believe in,
Even if it means dribbling for no reason;
Why is my school so far and just as worse,
Than the school I was limited to choosing first;
When other schools least effective activity is maybe chess club, ours is most likely saying no to drugs;
Why are the malls closest to me the least favorite,
Saying it's for the people but my people hate it;
 Why can't I trust anyone who says good things,
And "thank yous" to a compliment sound so strange;
I know my strengths but it is not for any one's attention,
I am so misunderstood like I am in another dimension;
I feel as if when I am thinking time fly's
Far from an alphabetic mind because all I have is just "y's"

Black Excellence

This is my motive..legendary in the flesh,
Courages hungry visionary chilling at his best;
Crucial gold, no chains..brain hanging at the chest,
My medal of dedication behind the vest, where my heart, seem to stop, until the beat make it start,
Like the sounds of my lightning illuminating the dark; but...
We near clowns with hair daangling from the temples,
Life is complex but why success seems simple;
Living blimish free from all my pimples, and dimples stricking the cheek hiding my wrinkles;
Close to the wisdom keeper, white words label me a function, to the original junction of a loser and corruption;
But remember, the days where panthers wore afros? faded by the army and tooking from where the black goes; Right infront of the sun in the cabin they hide my ladies,
The epidemic of the creation of light skinned babies...crazy!
But the sky got a place for all them people who have struggled, and they say hells for hustlers but what about my ancestors who hustled;
I invented a reson behind the reason I make reasons,
Fly thinking live scenes have me believing, that as long as I influence the babies without a bottle, black people would be more than singers and models;
We would be more than just poets and rappers, and have more role models than actresses and actors;
Look for more wisdom than from just pastors, cause even pastors play ball like the Raptors;
Rarely hit the playoffs but never take a day off from getting that money from viewers and giving excorts pay offs:
But this is not an idea this is definite,
The things I try to contribute to the BLACK EXCELLENCE !

DEEP

I think life....is deeper than what we make it, a group of categoric favorites and the others who swear they hate it; Like dark goals beautiful in its tinted, and the smell of clean is not always lemon scented;
A reason to develope and probably present it, And fit in where you get in or wherever you see fitted;
Haters need no objectives, the work is in the title, and i never need to display myself to be their favortie idol; The proabition of alot to give in, because i take it all in any phase i live in; I imagine great in any dream i pretend in, and im not always rewarded but always likely mentioned; WOW... the dictionary doesnt have enough words to describe a successor, and even if we stand still we always progressors;
Im a problem projector, because I problemize great, with real being the wisdom and an antonym of fake; I feel like i carry wieght, heavy enough to break a camels back, and everything is gourment so where they seating the phantoms at; Eagle wings flow, label me a diplomat, and i make this color beautiful, whitest owls going black; I call them owls because I have them breaking thier necks, and they only get my thank you when their signing a check;
For the reason that they listen when I speak,
My words are never shallow because i stay going DEEP!  

Define

Define my green light, move without a signal,
But i do not know who to trust Im Malcom In The Middle;
They say i know Im great I respond saying "a little"
But although my ego big my confidence is briddle;
Im into.....all the things that they cant stand,
And even if we walk together I cant see me holding hands;
Cause i started this journey alone, who's to say I need a scarecrow, a smart little tin man, a lion as a hero;
Never been a zero; but what do I value most;
Reading things with intellect so i can phrase them killer quotes;
Or I can quote those killer phrasese, Im in amazment, I'll hate to say it...but, but, but will they play it;
Who am I to listen to, who am I to pay attention,
Never been an all-star, always a honorable mentioned;
Sucks! but why cry I'm mile high,
"Loser" on my resume, "ambition" through my timeline;
WOW! continue the move ahead, why rest now,
Looking at the beaten haters like...who the best now?
And this is just a reason to unwind,
And whatever they may say im still the toughest to define;

LUST

Do I lust your composure? U dress simple but never look the same,
The complexity of your persona with the simplest name;
The intelligence in your thoughts and weird in your words,
The daze of your smile and distraction of your curves:
Do I lust your conversation? Short words mean so much,
Hug me, use your hands with that touch;
The glamour of your....glamour, flix need flix,
And since every motion cause emotion then your pics need pics;
Do I lust your....courage? Brave synonyms you,
I dont know the meaning of beauty but you fit "true";
A super being, stare at me if you desire,
But blink slow as your sparks create a fire;
Do I lust your? ambitous ways, your ambition sways but your passion stays,
Later on as we depart I still think about you and all of my attention towards you as your image grew:
Do I lust life! Your life is so right, the lightning to my thunder as you strike;
Im not trying to make this weird tell me if this is to much, not trying to get serious I just know I lust;

Stature

I feel....weight, like so much heavier, more then a poet so call me a messanger;
I got height evolving from the hype, that I would be alright if I do things right;
I got stance, the baggy in my pants isnt to symbolize crime or tight enough to dance;
I like to wear a belt but it feels like chains, and my names not Toby so I willl not be considered the same;
I know my swagger needs polishing, fitted hats and skully caps I am not abolishing;
But I went from footlocker to Ralph Lauren crikets, when I realize I was paying for my size 12 Jordans plane tickets;
Sweat Shops and medals at the end of laces? giving Nike enough money for a new face lift;
Funny we giving up the dough but cant get a day shift, and I strive a million dollar bed not someone to lay with;
I get personal for my personallity, I do the right thing so mommy wont get mad at me;
I can say F life and why bother, but success needs a man and I dont have a father;
I know moves that makes spins look like skipping, so a gun or bars isnt the only thing I am gripping;
Front flip through hoops of fire, as my wings explode and make me flier;
I think, move and adapt faster,
all because I am at a certaint, unexplainable STATURE.

Far Away

My fire, my my my lights blink twice, I cannot imagine the things that might just sound nice;
Her coldstone, my my my ice, like a potion of emotion make the world sound like........;
Silence! the movments violence, it doesnt compare to all the islands;
Creation of amazing I need amazing give me perfect, sacrafice the Earth's surface if she ever made it worth it;
The stars twinkle the brightest in the blackest dark, the reason for it's shine is because we are so far apart;
My move on hasn't moved on, but i deserve peace and perfect so I continue to move strong;
My eyes no longer see you, your soul is see-thru, and nightmares are the replacements of when I dreamed u; 
I know, I cannot lose track of my effort though, If all is towards the end then just let me know,
They say I got an eye for ladies but you cant see what I see,
I use to conversate with true beauty which no longer needs me;
And it is hard for me to say, but I still wonder what the hell drove us so FAR AWAY.

Try To Remember

(this go out to the most beautiful)

I remember the bus rides that felt like road trips,
With those jeans or those tights that held on to those hips;
Them torn jeans make me wanna get in those rips,
But reality says I dont fit;
But why your stare gets me uncomfortable in my sitting stance,
Dusting of my shirt and straighting up my fitted pants;
I love the dumbest conversations and the romance,
The play fights that had us tired and make us hold hands;
The hair that had me wanting to grasp,
And do I have to mention that figure that gasp;
Your smile you covered up when you act serious,
Our silent conversations ony our eyes is hearing us;
Do you remeber those days when the world went cold,
As I listened to your words my surroundings went stone;
I got sea sick from that love that flowed,
Even with the lights out your heart just glowed;
That skin, that skin wow that surface,
A light tap of hitting back I did on purpose;
All the afterschool activities was so worth it,
Tell you over and over your so close to so perfect;
Unpredictable emotions push me to the side,
Cant even count all the times that I cried;
Because most times when im playing cool im...thinking of you,
But my words wont let me express my point of veiws;
I miss them stares from across the room,
Them passionate moments to late  dark noons;
And now I block out them thoughts that try to enter,
This is my mind trying to get you to remeber!

Mistake

Damn..how do u get my moment plus,
Everything I do with us, just so seem its not enough;
I really loved your firt name but really driven by the RUSH,
Never take the moments back with all they hate thet put on us;
Wow...let my song be a tribute to you,
I dont now how I do it but I be seing clearly thru you;
I need drive but when i open up my eyes,
Your face in front of mines is no longer a suprise;
Ride my chariot of flames I will clear the battlefeild,
And you can go first I woul take my time to yeild;
Let me be a lesson... and let you be my sheild,
Because your love is all I need on my battlefeild;
Yes...let me love you thru the states,
I would change it all if it still isnt to late;
This is real emotion nomore tears we need to fake,
Because I know I am a man and every man admits mistakes;..im just sayin

Lyrically Poetic Flow

Yes! I see i got a part in that, while I put my heart in that, talking with a starter cap;
My tie got a tie on buissnessman appetite, boss style swagger like, boxed in office mic;
Okay okay okay, three times the charm, not to cause harm but "R.I.P" on my arm;
With a pot of gold so they call me Lucky Charm, blindfold the bat to hit the shoulder of a barn, am i wrong?
Watever... My styles on lecture, my acts on pressure,but i feel pleasure;
They sware they can go and pick someone better,
But i can make a punchline end with any letter, im better.
But who is their to judge, I dont want to be the best I just want a little love.
I wanted white sparkle so I had to wear a glove,
And Im higher like the moon so i walk like MJ does;
Or did... Does even make a difference, cause wonderland is magic and that happens in an instant.
Not about to teach you but i am here to let you know,
Im in my own genre Lyrically Poetic Flow

....

Design set but write nothing talent lines punch skill make you want to sign something;
Hunchback skills like lines builds who's real? Not Jill Jack wheels just for show and tell;
Word play line stanza simplized like billboard signs and words glazed like mine;
Words ill like swine case in point? fine. Like sunrays and cloud daze make me shine;
Who river flow is iller though? I stay main stream so I wouldnt even know.
Sparkle ocean summer glow chaos. Late mistakes wouldnt even display a lay off;
I say I work hard on my days off, i need a vacation.
But my success i chase will sooner or later cause for celebration.
Listen untiled slang not written but recited at recitles,
Talent? It's not talent but if not me then talent is always vital;
Wings for a parrott like fur for a ferrett,
Im tired of getting honors how does it feel getting merrit?
If they ever had a choice they wouldnt dare to bet it,
But if i tell em i got it guarentee i proably get it;
Chase my money right but damn i feel like, if i can show it off it would last me one night;
So I stay the underdog but why not a catalog but really I, I just might.

Conscience

My mindset hustle on very high,
I soar past penguin dudes who never fly;
If i was stoppable i still wouldnt ever die,
Because I, as of this guy set the standards on every try;
Set things past expectations,
Love it like a brother but i am no relations;
Respect through my blood so respect is what im tracing,
Success to it all so achievment I am chasing;
I listen to the words that doesnt mean much,
Because although your not currently hungry doesnt mean you leave lunch;
Words i munch i mean a whole bunch,
Because at some point of time them words work in the clutch;
I may seem chill but nothings all good,
Because I feel only orange rubber and a pen can get me out the hood;
I wish i knew it all beyond the nonsence;
Because this is not talent this is just from conscience;

If You Can Tell Me

Can you tell me if I... Can u tell me if I... Can you tell me if I...
If, if, if..if I need posture to hide my imposter,
Lost a good thing I think it will cost her;
Pearl all whites because my words are flossers,
No Im not a beast I am a monster.. Bosser.
Style is a dictator no no choice,
And i always keep my cool with a permanant voice;
If good things wet then all my movments moist,
And I say I do it for no reason like if I ever had a choice;
If i ever had a choice, my movments predictable,
Anticipate foward but forget about it if u think it's slow;
And no I dont need no pass, because it's a race to the goal and im never ever last;
My presence is a sheild and my swag is the badge,
An I am bright enough so whats the purpose of a flash;
I hold no thoughts back so critics they can stop that,
With the world on my shoulders so my globes in my backpack;
Gametime moves so im ready if you ready,
What i look like from behind? Man if only you can tell me;

Everytime I Come Around

The presence roof top, born with a certaint stature,
A leak of talent I guess I have the weakest bladder;
Work bad but i strive just to work badder,
But what's the point of greatness if you never get to be the master;
I think change but I dont think strange,
I can be the mode and my skills is the highest range;
Race me if you dare but know i switch lanes,
Because the competition of this trail can no longer keep me sane;
I notice the things I try, makes them open up their eyes,
But all that I accomplish is no longer a suprise;
I do the toughest things to seperate me from other guys,
And a honest reputation like what's the deepest reason to lie;
But wow... I no longer see the ground,
But I know I put it down,
Everytime I Come Around;

My Vision

The price of life is free but living needs a payment,
Because a life without self success is nothing to play with;
A world rumbles with construction with all of its changes,
Friends you know come and go and later on become the strangest;
My vision is to make a difference for all my known strangers,
Being a man with no problems is nothing compared to a one in danger;
A ranger! Power to the rangers!
The G.I Joes in camo clothes that shileds us from the danger;
My vision is to see that they all come home,
An an average chair for the average "man", for them its a throne;
My vision is to make violence see silence,
Wih benifits to the worlds plus signs from a minus;
My vision is to have a touch like Midos,
A brand from me called "FOR U, BY US";
My trust developed from the rush,
Of the irony of me to LOVE LUST;
My vision controls everything around better,
Praises to every women even if i havent met "her";
I am surviving not living,
Because I survive all these tribulations, i'm trying to live in MY VISION;

SONNET

They tell me…I have a chance to change history,

What can I cure? What should I change?

A culture trying to dig out of centuries of misery,

But when I look around my peers do the same,

We complain, but what battles cause stress?

Something we cannot tolerate,

A strive for success and being the best,

I just need to concentrate;

Loose words cause verbs combust from the speeches,

I’m unaware of the tragedies,

But I want to learn lessons that one day teaches,

The young to have better strategies;

For reasons I do not know I must take a stand,

And put my all on the line,

So all of us “useless young black males” can have a wave of showing hands,

On who made our culture better in time?

We are not who they say we are so even to our elders,

To this “Hard Knock Life” we will be the welders;

For No Reason

I can say the one thing relevant,
To my flows element;
We working to be better then who we are, self development;
Change nothing that I do I just try to do it better,
Not just a poem it's a lecture, exetra exetra;
Career goals set by former heros,
Making history with legends to seperate me from a "zero";
I loved bullies for calling me a "weirdo",
I just want to be that "weirdo" they see owning that Camero;
For real though, I dream big for my reasons,
Of not having a reason of an non perfect season;
Wins come with the effort that we put into this title,
Of "Greatness" no need to worry about my rivals;
I love pressure I face it at all of my recitles,
With words of wisdom in music so I listen to my idols;
Talking has become easy I do not think im an average being,
Because the success I contest I do it for no reason;

MLK GREATEST QUOTES (my reaction from quotes)

*“The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.”

This quote states that a man is not a true man in an easy predicament but proves his manhood when a difficult obstacle is approached. Martin Luther King isn't famous for reacting for no reason. He shows his true power when the toughest presents of injustice comes along. Anybody can act like "the man" or "a man" when things are easy and going as planned but how do you approach or handle a hard situation?

*“In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.”  

Many people believe their enemies actions are more important than their "friends" lack of reaction. The quote is explaining that at the end of the day and conclusion of the obstacle it is not what your enemies called you or did to you, it matters how much your friends helped you through it. Martin Luther King stood for whats right even been hit and spat on. While the majority of his "friends" referring to other black people mainly did nothing and stood in silence. Does the ignorance of your enemies mean more then your friends lack of support throughout it all?

*“Whatever your life's work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.”  


Throughout history, a number of people did things that can never be surpassed or compared. Martin Luther King being a man who will be remembered forever says that if we have a task or job to do we should do it to our greatest abilities so no one can ever do it better. I guess it is okay to measure up to the first persons accomplishment but people should always want to work so hard in order to be the best. Micheal Jordan will never be outdone. Although many can be compared to him no one can be better, and many others. Do you want to do just a good job or strive for a chance for someone to say at one point in time that no one can do it better than you did?

Laughter!

Why your laugh cause chills? My moments of your smile causes flashing lights,
Glisten dimples swings colors to flash it bright;
I don't know if its just me but you flash it like...,
A perfect meal because your grin cause an appetite;
I know plenty, but haven't met many,
That can throw a certain joke or a sense of humor they can lend me;
Just a one chuckle makes her knees want to buckle,
Or our smiles make me please want to cuddle;
I love it! the way I smirk cause a flirt,
A battle of the eyes of who's given in first;
She's holding butterflies like her blush is finna burst,
So I moist up my swag to make her want to quench a thirst; back!
No I ain't all that but I am not average ,
My music of a style can turn a hit to a classic;
My flow flawless far from the plastic,
So even if I tap your heart it can turn to tragic;
So if you think I'm good I prefer the master,
Funny how this poem started all with her laughter;
 

On The Spot

{Wrote this without a focus}

My stress level to a point where i choose to mess up just a little bit,
Thoughts of advancing i kill and forget of it;
Damn! Let all of this make me stronger,
For what I have going hard now let it go harder;
Success is how you make it not how its attain,
Because I have friends that strive success but we are nothing like the same;
I love to talk but what is in it for the "lames",
Because everyone has my attention but for outsiders its not obtained;
Listen! I trust me not everything around it,
Because I go for the goal not the things that surround it;
We lose respect for the numbers that is not counted,
But we never judge the words even if the verbs are crowded;
Hear me listen? Of course not for it doesn't exist,
But how do people look to the future of things based on how we reminisce;
How our future changes from past mistakes,
Or have to work hard for greatness but better then the greats;
I tell talent I'm not balanced i know for sure I lean to wrong things,
But i am good in my thoughts to go beyond things;
And i strive for beyond whatever beyond brings,
So i just see myself hanging from these strong strings;
Get thoughts from blank stares,
And publicity from bright glares,
And on my off days i am whatever bright fears;
But  I do get a kick out of night cheers,
From friends who sit on my back like chairs;
We run from the light but what we see in the dark,
Is that same empty spaces that can tear us apart;
Following the fire glow even tho its hot,
So do not judge the following because this was just written ON THE SPOT!

LAST OF 2010

COMPROMISE

 My talent settles for nothing, what my pride simply tries,
To stand out so some of my thoughts I never compromise; 
Simple lies penalized with her killer eyes,
Premeditated Murder but my mind never dies;
Compromise on a loss when we knew we could have beat it,
Compromised on the background role with all the teams you individually defeated;
But a loss is a loss and I never will repeat it,
A feeling that hurt my heart I could barley think or speak it;
Settling for whats to come,
So what is did is always done;
A walk with a heavy load but my position is to run;
Compromise on your thoughts on a crazy proposition,
And my sights are to get it done, so my dreams are way below my vision;
Fantasies disappear in instants,
If your actions are never instant,
So what my actions consist of if they are not consistent;
And thou should not lie or else their penalized,
So I'd be lying if I told you I love to COMPROMISE;


LOVE SHOULDN'T HURT...

Her silence hurt my ear drums, I'm so use to her random speeches,
She has a mean mug on, It's hard to see this;
She doesn't trust me, man it's hard to believe it,
But even if she walks away I would never leave it;
Without her hug I'm insecure,
And without her ''hi'' I'm so unsure;
On how my day goes, depends on your reactions;
An I may seem ''chill'' but I'm not relaxing;
My head holds wonders,
My mood lights blink all different colors,
Blue when I'm feeling down and red when I love her;
So my messages blink purple even if it's not from you,
An I'm addict to the love even if I don't know what to do...
She say I....''always take her care for granted'',
And when she's feeling good I don't know how to be romantic.
But it sucks because her mood swings makes me panic,
So all these dead reactions are no surprise, really I planned it;
I can't feel nothing if this doesn't really work,
An I love this girl but LOVE SHOULDN'T HURT.    




CONFLICT


A problem to be defined,
As a narrow ended mind cannot look between the lines;
Crowds wave at the situation with their emotions holding signs,
And sense is made with no subject just because it has a couple rhymes;
A brainstorm of words, go over the head like birds,
Killing the chances to not hit curves with racial slurs;
But at times we do not think, our minds create verbs,
That can cause a physical appearance that can get on each others nerves;
Conflict to ones self insecurity,
A thought of a person you take when you cannot afford to be;
Beyond the minor nonsense,
It's just life and life is all full of CONFLICT.