Sunday, September 26, 2010

Teazor

The pixels to your picture is the highlight of my lifter, and you say you all alone, but girl it's what you surround up in your zone.. Like this teeth it's fvckin' shattered for every rhythm I place on this platter. It keeps going on every chatter.. And I despise the fvcking latter.. Not everyone is the same, they just keep climbin' up a ladder until truth sets in.. hold, stop, and scatter.. Run from your own , it's the reflection that keeps it known.. Fight for you life, it's the grip that's keepin' it tight.. Fvck bullshit, drama-free, it's what I aim for, know, can't you see.. Now if I had a face to paint, it would be drippin' by the grain, canvas tears thin, it drips by the frame of a face that knows no pain.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Unt. 8

It is the devil in she, the one that makes you teased, all hood grown organically, she sweeps you off your feet.. Down low, I call her 1 and 2 the 3.. Cuz she connects like dominoe's whichever way she please.. Got bones in her yard, it's the October fallin' breeze.. No clones can be starred, she got her own disease, it's called originality, thus other's can be discard.. Do not duplicate, I say it unto thee.. One in a trillion, I call it how I see.. Make moves and depart, she's smooth and I am art.. The flow to free is one too soon to be, I got rules to mark, they go sideways, left and down.. Horizontally up is the stride I choose my grounds, cuz my head tilts everytime I see you frown, which is rarely cuz the up is always down..

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Lukewarm

She says her heart is cold, and yet her smile says no.. I'd give my two folded part in bold, if she can see beyond a meaningful mold.. Her blissful composure, my fistfull of exposure, though no one seems to see a closure.. In this chapter I leave, you are after a pristine, life-like a billionaire I cannot capture.. I wake to a new day, each is different in every way, just like rhymes they go whichever which way.. A sip of coffee, a blip of blog degree, it raises when I saw thee.. The temperature like you is hot, but we're separate, in you that it got.. So cold as you say, but I say no, cuz the smile in you will never get olde..

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Day Goes

Day fades like the shade of a sprite bottle, into the night it's clear to be comin' up hollow.. when the lime stops, the lite is another borrow.. sun dried lives, the scales are scruffed with sorrow, even pale, it whispers into tomorrow.. why question, it lingers like the lotto.. no tellin' when things are right, even when wrong, best things come and follow.. Up, enough of the rough, time to scrape back memories, and call it a full on bluff.. Some lies are not defined, but this one does, you lie to be better, and yet you fall back shrug.. I don't, it's called being tried and truthfully I strike a cord that's struck.. No pain, no gain, I keep this melody untucked.. It comes out whenever, I feel a flying fvck..

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Asiudem

In plain sight, you feel so fvckin' real that the sighting gained last night, is nothing more than cold hard steel.. Eyes are cryogenically frozen and kept tight, that medusa's stare is nothing to compare.. Even in dim light, the frost can up and shatter, while stone's might just be another matter.. She catches you off guard, and it goes harder than rock-hard, shit's like zero below 2, but it's not cuz the point of no return is earned through a colder burn, like freezer's and the cost is yearned, no other picture can make you churn.. The belly aches, it bruises and makes mistakes, cuz the intake is one through the view of a crush that cannot be subdued.. It submerges in ice time, her verbage is ice-nine, no one can even touch her, methodically like mines..

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Darkened

Have you ever felt sick of being sicker than sick? The feeling is in twists, the dealing is mixed, which ever way you sit, it just gets bigger than what ya can grip.. I know how to keep it in zips, the bag is tighter than air locked piss, the urine is bitter, got me peeling off drips.. It drops, skin deeper than this.. Need a way to blow a cold, no way to make it so, so you run out of resources to even make a mode, coolin' off ain't an option, run dry is up often, air so thin, makes you think you breathin' out a coffin', box is shut, no mark of a buck, Cuz washing a ton down gets tighter than luck.. No screws to even drive, any move gets more deprived, won't even hesitate cuz the next feeling is guided.. It goes beyond a reasonable doubt to reasonably endowed, endorphins run off the next set of clouds..

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Colorblind

When the time is nigh, and the high is dry, ain't no tellin' when the shine is died.. Resurrect in good steps to a new comin' of depths, the path is sky fly.. Birds get the best of it, wings are the best of bets, they fall in and out cuz cuttin' the breeze is tie dye.. Picture is spread with the colors of said, they come together when read, I'm not lie.. Reconnect when my side of the steps corrects in hind sight.. The sigh is a might, not one to be grudgin' and fight, so why try? Just remember I'm not deaf, I'm comin' and kept, the word that you is my bro, guy..

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

My Two Cents

One penny + anotha = story for centuries. Dime + penny = Macks 11. One Nickel, Nick is it, Two Nicks for tha dime + penny's half story. Two dimes come within' a dozen, One dime plus two penny's = ONE and TWO DOLLARS. Big Benz transfers for tha New 1 and 2 to get to the twelve. Mack 11's spray for the tech's 9. I'm 1 and she is 2. 2 + 2 = 4 holding hands and chopping heads on the TIME KLOCK. 2 minus' the other for the moment in TIME. I now rest my case of the New EX, if it must, In GOD I trust. I Might Put A Life Away, standing on the left of the Chess board, the Queen awaits a next move. Theres plenty of Kilo-Annum left, hence KA dots the RA. Now it connects like the dots on my face. I'm playing dominoes now. Give me a year of pure neglect, I'm in effect to deflect and reflect once I'm back HOME in CALI where I belong. Or is it? YOU tell me. Sacajeweah and Lady Liberty didn't get along, so I married L & L for the Win.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Unt. 7

As the sun starts to set, the crowd came and swept, their grief unto the debt.. When the moon rises and clocks in surprises, the star passes demises.. The death of any one who tried, R.I.P., and anywho rhymes spit, may the God bless those that cried sh!t..

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Unt. 6

If you read between the lines right, you'll know that sh!t does right.. Ain't bvllspit here, it's called redirecting the lime light.. If I can feel soo fvckin' good inside, what lie is in the night? I'm down, on the bed gettin' my mind tight.. Sh!t's been screwed, ever since the rhyme's kite.. It flies higher w/ my in, cleanin' every piece of a sin, aight.. The story goes deeper within', so don't fvckin' blame types.. I can clearly see a win, mind over might.. I can only be so weary, when the element is dreary.. Fvck it, I'm only gonna stand near me.. Who the fvck do I need, it's me and a beer G.. Ain't no power w/o passion, the fvckin' hearts outlandish..

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

God is who I Know

If you had no one to look up to, who would you follow? The streets and the music is a hard thang to swallow. I can hear the sheets like a haunt damn near tomorrow. It goes on repeat, fvck it, I'm done with the sorrow. If you know how it felt, cold hearted steel spike, melt for the borrow. It's time, mind, the people confined when I spar foe's. By foe's I mean demons that could never conquer this hollow soul. I might be getting old, but there's still time to grow, I know, I know, how will it unfold? A new chapter, I'm going for gold (not literally) A bold voice that I hold, no choice but to let it mold...

Six Plus

Wings hover and they fly by nightly, no duckin' for cover, they tried to entice me.. the wind keeps blowin' and I swoop by the time piece.. My mind's at ease no matter the so-called 'crime spree'.. You want a piece of my grind, then you must not remind me.. The occurence, is one for the find she.. I'm yearnin', for a relax'd blind (date) B.. The date is a broad, she can be on another line G.. Miss Trey O, I'm hopin' that you would find me.. Call it a date, I'm askin' for a sign B.. Don't extenuate, I'm runnin' low on the find me.. I can't even recognize my own face, the mirror is a don't reprise me.. Fvck looks, I'm here for a dime? Please.., it starts from inside, thee.. You can't find another, other than I that is, in He.. God's gracious child, I'm one for the two times rhyme squeeze..

Monday, August 9, 2010

Soakin'

More damage to the cause, no walls to be unravaged.. I keep positive for the mind to be mismanaged.. It shuffles, from danger to the matter, I'm no stranger to the patern.. In need of anger for the mad turn.. It's called fvckin' up to let the sad burn.. Why must it be that way, and not learn? I don't know, it's medication, former tad churn.. Once it gets twisted, the lad in I is firm.. I'll grasp the eye and project a cry, not one to be seen, but earned..

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Stay Smilin'

Long Beach is where I reside, one love and plugs to get me on the side.. The homie caught one dove and is sweepin' on tha glide.. I'm happy for him, just as all, you can see it through the eye.. I was chasin' tha demons out, they was breathin' my ears and spittin' tears in the clouds.. It was severe and and I was regurgitatin' beer for tha shroud.. No negative nonsense, the foe's came and they vomit.. I'm approachin' my days in the honest.. Ways possible.. What more can I do to make my stay probable? I ask you, in turn, just slap me a better view and I'm on it.. Annd I'm good..

Last One to Fall

The down ups, hi lows, bottom ups, and low downs.. They don't get any different than just another rebound.. It's been quite some time unto he in that is found, more than another answer, lesser of two equals, it's in the me grounds.. Why would it take more than a few takes? 'Cause the shot is not one in that she strikes to hesistate.. Her body, no questions, her complexion, no guessin',.. I'd like another shot at two halves that makes a whole, the one plus you, equals me and your move.. Why, cuz treatin' a lotus is what keeps me from being bogus.. I can only exhale what the heart says, restructured, externally, I'm rough, word..

Friday, August 6, 2010

Unt. 5

Life is so distant from death, why might, it's the deep end of the depth.. Life long living may the meek blend with the wept.. It speaks for, why is he so inept? Demand a great cause, pause for a great feeling, when all should be unseething.. We all are on a cieling, of finding a batch worth peeling.. Indeed those are living in front of you, they pile up, may see the blues.. Don't worry of a need to prove, it'll bury ya, like seeds in grooves..

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Untitled 4

The wind knocked, laughter.. In search of after, would you be so kind to be my next chapter? As the question lingers, I'll hold my finger, where's yours at, uplifted with the singers. Like cupids eternal arrow, it shot me down through bones, so narrow. Can you rewind a love through songs and carols? As the days go by, there is nothing more than worth a try.. Please believe, the rainbows do not lie.. When the mist is falling, and the gift is calling.. Go on ahead, it's do or die... Might there be second chances, a place for enchantments.. Redeem a lesson for enhancements. When the World rises and falls through trials of tribulations.. The understanding of the Heavens is through Nations. Asking for forgiveness with the one who loves, may those who cherish each other's doves..

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Discovery. dot (aka ***i**)

How many chapters are in Eternity? The life long question's, and the faithful's ambition goes on a mission.. If destroying to rebuild means, deployin' or re-kill, those on the opposition will get a glance at the, He will.. Upsetting God, upsets yourself.. Make moves that doesn't taint the health, once on the road to a new guiding wealth, it may not be what the purpose that one should shelf.. Pass all w/no thoughts like books, because the author is the one who shook.. hands, meet, they stand for the fleet.. Among many others, the glands become the weep.. It's the man in who he seeks, for the worth is more than what/when shall speak.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Eye for an Eye

Have you ever, felt tha need to be a lever? Your friends pull, and they feed you tha whatever.. You love 'em to death, you'd bleed it through the whether.. Should it continue, of course you keep it for tha better.. life long living, you take it to the giving.. give it your all, fvck hardships' fall, they attack you and make you want to crawl.. but you are all better than that, no matter the fvckin' facts! Keep pushin', tha leaves and the sprawl.. it spreads like light, the woods, bells, and halls.. Why gather?, cuz it's the grandest of a ball.. You'd think I'd thought it all, but, no, this mind, is one and one in all.. Free Ma's Son, he's one and none can call..

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Gateway

Unable to reap in the fear's thin, only God can seep in and smear sin.. For the wrath times sevenfold, it's damn near dim.. Must I create anotha year within'.. The black hole is just as clear as the rim, no distinction, steerin' at tha spin.. I live my life on tha tilt, the world keeps spinnin', got my head on a belt and it conveys my 23rd svelte, the year I made more self.. If you find the motive to tha mayhem, may God be the dealt, he matches those who can pace him, he stood and he spell't.. The words to your haven, the wood and the kelp.. Sh!t's rich, the vitamins, it's good when in help... My medicine, the goods and the skelt.. Zors, the skelee and the melt more, ashes burn, for those on tha shelf.. Rest in harmony, I knead more health.. Rubbin' till tha stitch is bruised, I speed on that stealth.. Open paradox, tha lead is an elf.. Fairy tales beaches, tha weed and tha welch, dawg... grapejuice.. it's feed and re-pelch..

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Where To

So, I took a path not ordinarily traveled, if I can evaporate the past, it'll be a hard thang to swallow (not fvcking literally).. It must have been the 'walk your own road,' no more than tomorrow's.. Trudgin', I'm swayin', stuck between the mud and decayin'.. It's not love, not blood, not even personal, but way when? See today, the day after tonight, anythang beyond a prophet's sight,. Would be more than met the smite.. Despite all that I despise, everything is forgiven, even if true lies.. And if one person forgives thee, you know who you are, I'm lookin' to your eyes.. As the sun lays dead and moon unsheds, the light that I once had, will be on the spread.. Cuz once it gets dark and I get a blip of the stark, gash, mark of the madness.. I'll be sure to ask anyone if they've ever felt the sadness, the road they've had and sh!t.. I'm not mad, not down, or glad of this, the who I am, then, now, and the distance is fathomless.. I'd rather be dissed by my own blind of the bliss.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Frost Friction

Colda then your kitchen's frost freeze, I stay chillin' with a froth (*don't say, throw ***** XX's) deez.. Brush tha shoulda w/a doja and spark trees (not literally).. I'm off a degree, one down from a certified raunch of the skeez.. On top of that ease, relax your mind right, fvck wants from tha fees.. Not on that disease, like I said before, respect what you will, be it ones that you see.. Ya see, I got nothin' to prove, just one rule to use, and that's life worth givin', am I not the ususal?.. The 'you's a ho' is gettin' real too it's olde, I'm not you, you know.. but it's only natural that the jewels may blow, the ice that is struck is the opposite of me, true know.. (can keep goin' but I need my fix, don't think it's forever, cuz it's all in the mix.. the spur, the spare, the time that I wear, fvck it, I need my mind in the air).

Sunday, July 11, 2010

On the Daily

Gotta stop hittin' the 'Continue' button : 9, 8, 7, I ain't got 99 lives, I got 99 lines, 99 dimes to 9 to 5 dives.. when I'm high.. On the 'American Spirit' cigs, "East 1999 my ni**as!" Chiefin', on the fly.. Like a ball reachin' for the sky swervn behind true lines.. Foulin' out, then again, it connects onto tha next try.. Crack'd to centa-field, my cents yield and onto the next wise.. Move, Guy, the proof, be that I, fullproof and devise.. The fool's goof and despise, the lack of clarity, I might back-slap the stare in me.. More like tunnel of death, I keep it bare to the 'Being, and the next where will I seep in, no care for the weep'ins, toke hair of the weed n joy d.a.r.e or the deep end..To continue or not, it's your fair for the season, your 'where are the reason's?' Am I in despair, or are we in sync of the realm and the rhythm.. that we seem, to be seen in the scene that we're here on..

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Cuddly as Clouds

I'm cuttin' the slack, tailor-made to keep me on track.. The bitches and brew, is a picture facade behind the view.. More importantly, I do this all for dues.. One life, one vision, the undenying strife that we live in.. Insert your opinion, I meant continuation, it's a given.. Keep it to yourself though, real see's and feels real world seeds that feeds faux.. Givin' 'em somethin' like greed to expose, separatin' wants from needs by design is neat ho.. Tah haha ha, I keed bro.. Commingle your sh!t and sneeze by the blow, when tha wind knocks, the snot trinkles on the low.. Be it not, for tha time clock'd in, I man'd the fvckin' block.. Stood still then, if I stand still now, what hood is on my shoulda's? The grey-ness represent what would could it be ova, like high clouds, the mood is tha molda, conforms and detach, girl storms and evap's, the fight's sworn and elapse, fvck it, I'm born to redact.. The drips, the drops, the puddles and the fact.. The fact lies after the matter, like you and I, or rather..

Know Go

She is just her and I am he, so many applications to words, they set ya free.. Let me give you an example of who she may oughta be, still young, still single, thrill runs for fun, she caught a sink hole.. I just want you to bear, no twinkles, enough care from me, no?.. Twilight, free roam, I'll take the nigh-est height and be gone.. Till you come back for me, no?.. If not, I'll keep those.. Babies, babies, girl.. What me though, what me got to do with tha now, I see no.. No opportunity to be the very own, but she knows.. That's why I got this meldodic and odd spit for me yo.. asdsfsalk, I"mm Gettin' lazize....ORrrr, I cann't feeeel my minndn..

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Pendence Time

I'm substance, none otha than I can sub this, the public's policy is one for tha judgment. Do at will, over controlled gov'ment.. They want me to budge, bend, break backwards and nudge sin. I'm taxin', you taxed-in, in over your authority, I'm waxed in. Cap-sizin', you ask'd them.. I might pack size, if you blastin'.. Blastin' me off, left on tha side like "die, bitch, rott!" But I'm not, I'm not.. I'm all that I got, and if you feel me, no, I'm not the only one.. I'm done, no, wait, I just had just begun.. The real question is 'what will be undone?', can you unravel tha problem if it was never considered to solve 'em for some? I leave this piece of tha puzzle for you to un-rubble, no need for warfare if you keep feedin' the coarse air.. The bvllsh!t spreads like rumors and forced care..

Monday, June 28, 2010

Shutter Isle

If you could take one thang away, what would it be? I choose to take the pain away and run with tha breeze. 'Blowin' in the wind,' the mind stays free, whatev hurts your kind, time shifts to tha next freeze.. Frame, picture perfected, the snapshots deflected. I wrap lots for tha connect hit, a direct shot to tha neck (like IV's) and check this.. amp'd, dope'd, twist'd, what have you, you do it for tha stamp, to cope, and get lifted.. Official seal of tha night, my scope is more than fits the business, I do more despite, lost hopes and Guinness.. Book of records, false rope to tie the fvckin' "win this," I'll stay back and rearrange my fate to end sh!t, "Sh!t" as in everyday oughta be, fvck chasin', Livestrong till the day God can see.. My way of livin', you do yours, and I'll stay chillin'...

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

"Look Here She"

C'mon now girl, you got that poppin', bangin', no complainin', non-restraintive, body taintive. I can't be tha one to blame ya, cop that bag and call it save-ya (savior). I see you and I is, one's not tied yet, hop on board and we can try it. I ain't lyin', I'm no lie-ya (liar), call me sire, feel good multiplier. Fvck the front and don't stop ridin', I get that blunt, and we go highya. Feel me, I feel you, you see me, I'm lookin' at.. Boo! Put the real on, turn that wax off, up on mines, I got that grass koff.. Huffin' and chuckin', I ain' bluffin', duck duck, fvck 'em. That goose will get ya loose, then I'll alaka-vamoose this juice and put that on the proof.. Positive, it goes poof w/ a starter kit, light that cup up, now go swallow it. (Literally not Literal)

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Bothersome Non-Tolerant

In need of time for tha head to be clear, some-kind of tear to be shed, no boundaries, feel for tha dread. If ya havin' a bad one, crap spiel outta bed, the whole deal is re-read. Do doth that flips those scripts into shreds. Get a grip and be on point, for those who trips' be so buoyant, take every sip of annoyance.. With a grain of salt, she's so poignant. I could take the assault, but you can't, warranty of voidance. I guarantee you gon' pose an avoidance. My poise is destroyin', the checks in balance keeps me coy'n at the talent. Then again, I need tha time off from the challenge. Give me room to be clear, I can't wait for it to be soon in the near, now as follows, I got tha ease that we all know, in peace with what God shows.

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Notice

When you're bound by the terms of ya indefinite life, the sounds' absurd in a different lite. You may knock tha conscience, with a one to entice, but the lustful conference may be a call of the Christ. The action is done, reaction go numb... when the one's who were, are now strung to the verb, it gets hollow, and I rethink n disturb'd. Ask for forgiveness, or pass up the business, no matter the consequence, the malpractice is finished. Re-introduced to the fresh breath of truth, I'm scattered, the feeling's of use. Though, you may not give a fvck, but those who do, I rest my indifferences all up to you. The price of a wrong turn goes harsh, but then again, I question thee heart. She was and is, what is left of a bid, the next plead is one for tha kid. I'm not through, nor complete, no-compete clause is what I'm do. There's plenty other reasons that goes unnoticed, the first half is treating the lotus.. The other, do the math, how long does a life have to halve?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Opt. Out

There's always one way round tha otha, catch me slippin' any day my pound is thunda. But then again, I'm slimpin', one leg twist when I catch my unda... Tha wear is not one, I'm boxin' it, no wonda. You got swag borrowed from a tag n tussle, I get mines ridin' mags n muscle. No flex, I stay baggin' and bustle, the hustle is not braggin' or up-show. I low key play it cool n duck po's, 5-0 eyeballin' and get no, no dirt, no prob., no cause for what knows. I zig zag keep 'em on a rough row, you ain't gettin' anythang from me yo. Anti-lock jaw of tha century, I knock those. You might be one of a nut though, I crack shells and chuck 'stachio... my stash yo, is cash wrapped, bagged and trashed... So, you think it's the same, it ain't game famin', it's called must and I trust, you not know. Do you not know, we from tha same era, not block though, I kick props for acknowledgement, I clocked tha suppose. Suppose you was in my shoes, not optional.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Get On

Escape the fate you all hate, retaliate by raisin' the stake we all state. Get it and get with it hip gittaz. The day's await, don't believe the hype and stay yo ass awake. Hata's can hate, I'm on that next level swayin' from flakes. You can't ensue a posture that's part of a fake, but to re-animate a composure sOoo cake. Embody a character not one of the same. You see, I ain't come up and came, I came up and come down on you svckas, soo lame. For real though, you wanna talk front, foe's, and real dough?! B!tch please, it ain't even about those... Move the fvck on and tackle the closed show. All sh!t happens, no matta the back thens, it's a new now, forget what you had when?!... I'm ramblin' captain, officially whack none, you might be.. I'm retracin' it back some. Sup, you connectin' me, I'm not done. Infectious disease, these cats come, no respect for the G's, you oughta gum-clap yo mouth to tha one gun unda tha sun. One God, no fear, no prob. for tha realist, ones to adhere. Add my ad here, no promotions, I dunn dropp'd EV due to not givin' a rear. Non-profit, b!tches.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Change Game

When the good turns bad, the bad tries good, ain't no tellin' if I can keep the hood out w/o shellin'. You see them body bags wrapped, stacked highya than a ex-convicted felon's...track list. And when you pour liquor, otha's be on that dank, dark, piss. What is not to desist, the cease is left upon you before the grim comes up and gift. Givin' the almighty a reason to shift and change game, you may not know the time of a cliff, but when it goes, it'll be too late to repent. I sent my deeds up to him, specially marked note, to see if I'm in. Heaven is only so thin, the few of the sinna's can win, push forward even when things are lookin' so slim. And I must concede, I'm not the only, movin' from tha mood that's suddenly dim. Tha light that's opposin' my right is sinkin', can't swim. I'm pretty sure tha melody is he who is not, is thy own him. You see tha verbage, verbatimly discourage those who think he is not one who calls himself men... A man, what have you, hidin' between the fan of the flames. I can manage my game, it speaks for itself when I came up and swang, low pro, I got my swag from tha EastSide of the LBCeizure and slang. One way or anotha, I'm comin' up and can't change.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

3rd Degree Burna

Gotta compound, calm down, it's the tri-fecta infectious ways to connect us. You should see the perplex-a computational investus, semi-knockdown of an inevita-bust that links the cause to the trust. In God we must, I'll take the rust and 'Wash.' it down with filla's and up. Mike 'Thrilla' pleads "what have we done, lord what have we become" the world has not begun... To undastand life's purpose defeats the worth's surface, it begins to shine, even after prime... full service. I'm next to my nine, and I bet you'd think she'd decline, one squeeze and full blown comin' up after mines. I'm talkin' bout one of the otha, despite you thinkin', I pack the piece up w/ rubba. Ditch the deed and the snitch'll bleed, one way ova the otha. No tellin' who's who of my blunda, the picture paints a plight of one deemed to go unda.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Unit's of Ame

The politikal prowess is bound by the all mess, we created somethin' so cynical by now, you all guess. If it wasn't for one step, determination and concepts, no movement, a long stretch... to thank the powerful offsets. Since the 50's and 60's, the history uplifts me, and be sho it convince breeds, to know how this culture is empty. 'Livin' out the ghet-to, supremely not the net though...' I fret for the course is debt owed, I feel for those who've not met dough.. propa. Whether the acrrual is not the.., the duel is opera, siphon cash from the gas that's completely un-stoppa. 2012, 2013, might as well 20 to infinity, there is no ending greed, not even internally, the side of the coin who is flipp'd from this side, is the groin to be died. Martyrdom is thy enemy, and they grown from teh sin degree. Like graduates of the misery, die tragic is the end disease. When will it stop? Consider this, I might be who you think I'm not.

Saturday, May 22, 2010

Ready or Not

I feed off of assumptions, breathe out production. You not the only one in conjunction, based on the idea of re-uppin' the luck friend. Myself is I, and I is the self that see's shit through out of the eye. Of the... beholder, I can be mightier than souljah's, you seem to be worried and I am just coastin'. Who's not to fool, when toastin' is frozen, like the credit crunch of the olde gen., they raped the wallets of hard-workin' folks and... wall street boastin', bailed out of a nationwide corrosion. D'you see my head is asplosion, I think not homie, I'm just bold and, takin' my time is not unlike threatenin' a motion, my rolla coasta ride is part of a growin'... up and I speak not of the luck, I've been tried and true not havin' to buck. The creepin' hasn't come up, when all you need to do is settle and duck. Otherwise, the gat is stuck, on sprayin' you sleepin' with the otha fvcks.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Clock'd Up

The sky is the limit and the flight of the livin' is a, part of a gift n we oughta be shiftin'... down
memory lane, up to tha new wave of the game. No wishin', it's part of a blame to the ones who be
Strickli' in vain, by the light of the flame, a bruise so highly inane. And the Snively is pain, for
those who've lost one of the same, I know you know of a phase, that'll wash out with grains from
a bottle of J...-n-Coke. The time is depraved, let alone, those up in graves, I'll smoke one to the
ashes, if I may. Count down to the day we all surface to say...

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

With a Grain of Salt

There is nothing more unintelligible than the human heart. As Homer once said, at the current state of living, I too can imagine what's so difficult to understand. Mere beings as we are in todays society, the level playing field is handicapped by numerous factors. The freedom of being heavily influenced to dreadful acts themselves are easily tempted. What is to love as it cannot be seen, endowed by the ultimate individuals scheme. Run with the wild as though you dream, they shatter so fragile, unforeseen. What does it take for one to 'cling', the moral of enrichment, all so lean. Attachment, oh so taboo, I rest my anchor on your shoes. Having set my organ beneath the chest, it's kickoff, I push reset.

Once anyone gets accustomed to fall in and out, there's no telling when one has the knack to shout. Or, in this case, just write and believe in thy own words. No one person can say they've met every type of mate to have ever date, but the idea of finding that one true match, is very compelling. The multitude of personality, appearance, nationality, endearment, vitality...list goes on for the skeptical few. All that really matter is what sharing each others company will do for the two of you. No one is perfect, the thought of being 'normal' to anyone is just as abnormal to another for some. Convenience, taking others for granted, foolishness, re-branded. Life is a constant stream, without flow or practical fluvial matter, there would be nothing more, fore or latter.

To understand what the 'significant' other brings to the table is just as challenging as presenting yourself to him/her yourself. It is easy to fall out of line and mess up a few times, but the act of trying to correct wrong from right goes to show improvement. In a perfect world, our life long dream along with fairy tale love would be too good to be true to handle. Getting a grip for the moments we seem to cherish by the minute is often overlooked by the thought of what can be better or what is it that we're trying to accomplish and maintain. This is a mistake, if not, a partial problem to the demise of a blossoming relationship.

The cycle of dating never gets old, it's natural and everoccuring, then again there are several ways of finding yourself in one loop more often. I'll break it down to two distinct types as noted; 1. Singles Net and 2. Good Terms. The more obvious and low profile would be Singles Net. In this particular category comes personal preference and the value of ones self reflected upon others. Therefore, what you perceive in 'reality', reality being constant and ever changing determines your interest within the common pool. Second is Good Terms, based on how an individual sets their value and what he/she seeks may last from short term to long term given they both praise the enduring couples theory.

Monday, March 29, 2010