The Thrill

The rush for the money doesnt make sense, a persona switch I am working double shifts...

Havent been me lately...lately I havent took time to unwind, 

And make a way to follow all my signs...to a right path...

Strategy...Im my own casualty, cause If I do not make it I bet Zimmer"men" would make a way with me;

Be a month long tragedy, a couple people mad at me but soon it would seem thats just the way it had to be;

Young kid you a difference maker..a risk taker, vision-ator, no spectator but demonstrator and civil activator,

Your greater...than what you are told even when you are told great, smile in the face of the fake and know that they are so late...

KANYE SHRUG....stupid little critics make a way for my commitments,
Committed..... to turning a peso into a pendant;

I stay trying to live it while my peers try to pretend it...

Aint all that it seems, so I just get left with...out "congratulations" but I'll accept "congrats"

Cause what I call my poetry...to some its just some "raps"

What I call a rest to many its a nap;

I cant sleep like that...I'm not beat like that;

Cause I aint working hard enough, awards reflect my bluff...

Scaring my superiors but they aint shit their pants enough

So Ima keep arriving until it isnt so surprising....that your boy is taking over as his progression keeps him striving;

But thats just how I feel and only time can tell,

When I would be in it for the love of it and not just for the THRILL

But that to me is the real and to me thats what I feel,

Will tell me if I love this shit or in it for the THRILL

HOW BAD DO YOU WANT IT

I don't want it bad enough...

I do things that would have me feel important in order to satisfy those who live through me,

I shake hands and smile with senior citizens telling them my story as if they care or knew me;

I blog shit!

Not because I like to type all damn nite,

But because I am not bold enough to talk shit in person,

When I am rehearsing I notice that my verses are filled with curses to emphasize the more bs I tend to introduce in the rest of my verses;

I say I am real when really I fake emotion, 

I scramble but hate commotion, 

Talk and hate conversing; 

In person?...I give you a look as if my attention is on your thoughts,

Then I talk...as if what I have to say is relevant..coming up with more bs than alot;

I dont want it bad enough..

I am a contradiction,

I believe in the things I post but only post them cause I KNOW I will get mentioned;

Am I tweeting for your attention, your acceptance, your presence...texting a emotional conversation followed by deleting the message;

I don't trade sleep for study..I eat whenever I am hungry..

I starve never and do not let anything take my rest from me;

I mean there are times I endure without money,

But thats because to me money is always something that can be taken from me;

They say..you have to want to succeed as much as you need to breathe,

I mean yea thats what I believe...but what if I cant breathe how do I succeed to breathe..

How bad do YOU want IT....clearly I don't want it bad enough,

But I will remain trying until my all is up!

REPLACEABLE I AM

I have a hard time telling people no,
I rarely do it at all,
Summer time I am so involved, I would be committing all through the Fall;
My weekends are prep for the work thrown at my neck, but I do not complain, its all that I expect;
Can you relate to being called on, questionably strong armed, the one responsible for so much but the least hard on;
Chances are...life makes a way for you to find your way,
Through the obstacles of tomorrow if you can just get through today;
Past feeling outcast why is attention worth so much,
When I am worth less than a person who doesn't no much;
I feel like i am replaceable, in fact its fair to say,
Even if i vanished tomorrow people would still find a way;
To activate a kid to think how I think,
To be involved how I am involved and to blink how I blinked;
To focus his eyes on the interior of a medal situation,
Adding variable expressions to a more simple equation;
Complicating the reasons, analyzing the seasons,
Mature enough to know how to shut up when people are speaking;
A kid who's most powerful at believing,
That his most faith is to believe on having something to believe in;
I hope...
That his self esteem will increase through the years and the tears,
Some confidence felt through the overcame fears and the cheers;
I think a kid who believes 2:30 means 1,
Will be an upgrade if I ever seen one;
Overall, I do not fear failure or being incapable;
I just fear the possibilities of being replaceable;

STUMP THOUGHT

The art of mindless, interpretations and creations,
Penetrating clueless illustrations and perpetrating;
A failed organization...grammatically incorrect,
Still have to show this articulate black kid so much deserved respect;
I am convinced that although we are far from similar;
I risk next to everything for my unfamiliar,
Familiar casualties, those victims are my canvas actuality,
Taking the fake images of success turning it into realities;
Not amazed by the fact they snapping their fingers to my stanzas,
Putting a beat to spoken words so head nods turn into dancers;
Jungle music flow type,
Forest noise flow hype,
Left in the dark from my future so it's only fair to go right...
Next to the wisdom of the highest, pretty fishes and pirates,
Peasants and a highness, jokers are uninvited..
Cited, for standing on the corner with my math book I call my bible,
Steady looking for petty rivals who only act off what you do not decide to;
"Good-bye you"...
Say peace to this world..hope heavens filled with pretty girls,
And water guns with pillow feathers falling over innocent nuns,
Real as it comes..most of our only aims is a gun,
Saying fun, comes when you are sleeping after your buried by one;
Scary as two...cops walking in your direction,
After your put in the cuffs is your only reflection,
Standing in front of a judge which saying "guilty" gives him an erection;...
Only because me an apes have the same complexion;
Word words dictated from the heart,
The light of all light the evils of all dark;
Word words that straight creep from the heart,
That word word that just gives me a stump thought;

Reality Woman

Reality woman, gravity woman, casual woman..strategy woman;

They don't know you that woman...like I know you that woman...

You to strong lady, don't battle me woman;

Aspire your aspiration, straight dedication persuading the great greats to be persuading;

This is about you, its always been...you the only one not lonely when..you are alone and your only sin is participating in team situations and getting a lonely win;

You put the move in movement...make me lose it,

And even when they know your greatness your not afraid to prove it;

I hope you read this and know you need this to be your mantra,

Because this is not about my thoughts of you this is about the honor;

Of having thoughts of you...

Parts of you...

And karma..

Takes its tole on the wrong doers and influence the non influenced to influence to be stronger;
Pain angers your name, which...makes you not the same,
As u maintain the rainbow of purple rain that floods the sane...loving the naive brain;
Loving the naive mind...the naive heart,
The things that set you apart from the dark;
The things that provoke the light..your presence,
The ability to whisper the message that massage the flesh of aspired fresh peasants;
Pleasant....
Reality Woman, talented woman...your loses are what keeps you natural,
Your talents are what make you immortal,
Your beauty makes you actual...Actually the best mess if mess was what they call great;
The most fake if real was what they call fake:
Reality woman.....reality woman..you are extravagant woman; 

Freewrite

Just like the average...planet fly magic,
Cadabra on my airborne..high doing back flips;
Riding on my own, riding without a sidekick,
Mobile on my own still owned without a sidekick;
Cant be on some shy ish..my words got a ring to it,
Catch attention from a deficit with some theme music...;
Louder than an anthem...foul talk and one...
Of my greatest sounds came from a loaded air gun;
Bang! Be the impact,
My lectures compared to massacres,
Avoiding as many jail cells while still giving massive bars;
Super star stanzas,
Glory on a banner,
Intend on pissing the world off while still knowing manners;
Party to the dancers,
Waving to ”no handers”,
Handsome as a ransom....special treat to some cameras;
Flashing bright lights with a pen or a.mic,
Billie Jean type without the song or doing the Jackson, Mike;
Moon walk on sun beams, night watch with sun screen;
Hard as it seems it aint nothing but a bum dream,
A win is a win just like how a team is a team...
As a tree is a tree but prefer my paper green;
Sign me a label..call it book motive,
Literatlly literature or damn sure at its closest..
Stupid mega focus, analyze and quote this;
And name it freaking genius or damn sure at its closest;
But this that bs think real and breathe light,
Criticize just a bit on your boys freewrite;

G's Interlude pt 3

I have yet came to a point where...I felt as if I'v done enough,

I have yet came to a point where...I noticed I have mastered...the act of thinking beyond thinking but...

Eventually with time, my actions will persuade my thoughts into thinking beyond thinking..

Eventually in time, my thoughts will create more than amazement but....expected brilliance

When you are amazed...you witness the unexpected...

Eventually, overtime.....EXPECT BRILLIANCE 

Intellectually Insane

Chapter that pain..title it Inevitable Being,
The title has no lesson with no original meaning,
Critically seeing, my wardrobe is more bold in a city,
Where repeaters are the majority of copiers who envy;..
The hard work u put in, they never understand, that now that i am a ”star” i started it out just a fan;...
Of the man...who read books more than shooting rubber, tieing rubbers after luvers after luvers who wasnt ready to be younger mothers;
I discovered..that fortunate is force to sit, right next to our supporters.and between the ones who be forcing it;
How do I win with only 5 in my bleachers and some over expensive sneakers that never ever gave me Jordans features;
I bore the keepers, and keep the boring, passing to friends that claim they scoring but really touring;..
Your goals getting a free trial, at least.when it comes to your Mrs (misses) they getting the rebound..
And thats me...an unachieving athlete,
Looking for a Rosa Parks while sitting in the back seat;
Thats sweet...”G hold ur head boy”, they waiting 4 the f up,
Your success is sliming down and they're looking for the next up;
But I'ma keep going till Trump knows my name, till Obama notices my aim and till Brady respects my game..Ima keep going until Beiber loses his fame..and for that I remain intellectually insane;

Politically Refered

We have the feds aiming for the heads,
Of black kids throwing signs to the cops for what they did;....
To the homies, sparing all the solid foneys,
I hold my head down when I wave just so they dont know me;
I never cracked pitched but hip hopped,
And work harder than the kids in sweat shops;
Its child labor...wonder when your gonna meet your maker,
But if thats the case then tell me God who is my savior?
Holy Ghost..have a toast around a round table,
F the men around tables telling sound fables;
Dreams of a big scence on a screen or magazine,
Looking for a fein to sell my work too just so they can dream;
Its crazy...wasnt born in the eightys, but ninety babies know the most, when it comes to the toast;
Now its burned brown man laying still,
Over a Rolex..now u know that times are real;
F hate...love takes a toll on the soul,
Looking for a glamour life lusting for the black and gold;
Age old...rare breeze going one hundred degrees,
Never really winning..just maintaining the lead;
But take charge in what I commit,
I know the world will proably have a fit;
And now they are taking cencorship to internet,
F the government...yea I said it and dont give a SHIT!

VOICE-LESS

The title has no ending, my words is just me venting, the friends I call my friends either love me or just pretending;
I thirst for a mention, I love the competition, my player cards are limited and never ment condition;
Im listening...to gang ish, thug music got my mind mixed,
Im driving...to a smooth mix, of r'n'b with groove clips, that cool ish...
My thoughts are in my chest, my heart replace my head, brought my brain a new vest, as my memories are dead;
But instead...my sheild needs no existance I hate resistance,
I take it all in stride weighting my options with true fitness;
Forgivness? My sins are the biggest...
Acts of buisness and a crime witness contradicting all of my comitments;
Voice-less, options really choiceless, and even though they know this, I clearly sit and voice stress;
Make my moves through vortex, and more vexed, and words formed out of context forms complex..im passed "next";
Futuristic and doubted, all my cords are routed...to take a trip to Hell if my actions allowed it;
But to test my intellection and complection of my reflections;
Got me using blogged quotes in less sophisticated texting sessions;
Hate the questions!... My answers just form a mess,
And even with a lot to say...i remain voice-less;

CLUELESS-LY BEAUTIFUL

Why do you hide your beauty in your silence, your words hesitating the power of brilliance and guidance;

The wings to the butterfly is always at its fliest, when Dove's go to their highest its sexy at its finest;

Why do you act shy in your smile, acting like you are not confident in your style, I bet a hundred hundreds any man would run a mile, just to see your pretty smile or a chance to drive you wild;

Why are your eyes so gorgeous, and think with emotion, the power of exposing fantasy of lovers potion;

You hypnotize from lips to eyes and nose to tongue, the goddess of happiness and reflects the sun;

What are you thinking when you are alone, do you think your being is great, do you think when you are average that your being is fake;

Because you are not average your above and beyond the lust of many men and definitions to many songs;

The vain in the arms or jewels in a charm of delicate beauty of stunning and strong;

Your off days are lessons of what some must accomplish,

And compliments are not acts of kindness, there simple facts of ways of being honest;

The bright light show and silent flow...

The examination of your presence of being clueless-ly beautiful;

I JUST WANT

I JUST WANT YOU TO BE THAT STAR BE THAT BOOK READER,
BE THAT MIND READER AND SOUL SEEKER;
I JUST WANT YOU TO BE THAT PERSON TO LOVE THEMSELVES MORE THAN THEY LOVE CELEBRITIES,
I JUST WANT TO BE A THOUGHT WHICH CAST YOU TO SLEEP OR A LAST MEMORY;
I JUST WANT YOU TO LOVE YOUR REFLECTION AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOUR IMAGE,
AND YOUR STYLE TO BE MORE THAN EXPENSIVE OR VINTAGE;
I JUST WANT YOU TO WANT ME TO BE SOMETHING CRAZY,
I JUST WANT YOU TO WANT ME TO BE FAR FROM LAZY;
I JUST WANT TO GET A THOUGHT OF YOUR THOUGHT,

I JUST WANT YOU TO BE YOU AND WANT TO BE GREAT WITH ALL OF YOUR HEART

Red White and Blue of the New

Team red...dreams dead, bump moon and sunlite,
Speech dumb but it sounds like,
Left speech that sounds right;
Glory days are crazy...glory ways make me lazy;
I love money, I like life and lust for nice ladies;
Take care of these babies, that make me, think crazy;
People I care for the most are starting to hate me;
Go hard like Game 3..call me Nowitzki,
But game 7 mean the most but game 1 is what made me...crazy;
Team blue...no clue, of what I got to offer,
In love with my posture which makes me a monster;
Lobster to crabmen that dont believe in karma,
Difficuly on unbeatable but I need to go harder;
Father? No dad,
Like playing football with no pads;
Taking these hits are so sad, but the pain dont make me feel bad;
Im so glad...that I rarely have a history of mysery, a mystery to pretend to be,
A black kid with no chemistry..the end of me;
Team white...looks like, my life has a pic site,
Image all my passion in a flic type;
Sit right..up to the vision of my vision,
Stunting is my mission and marry Ms. Ambition;
Im wishing..that courage was easier then fear,
This is the red, white and blue of a long damn year;