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