Too. 4Hore. Won.

Life...it's whatever you want it to be

Being the very thing you try to live free

Freeing you from any hardships and trouble

Troubling to know that you can't always control em

Them being the problems that arise each day

Daily you question how to make your way

Weighing each and every option that you have

Having only a few choices makes you mad

Mad crazy obstacles constantly block your path
Paths that never seem to reveal their wrath

Wrath merely just one of the seven deadly sins

Sins thrown in any of the nearby trash bins

Inner darkness shields the light

Warmth not only physical but mental

Bleakness engulfs the soul

Like a blanket putting out the flames

With melancholy comes a sort of resolve

The edge that you need to overcome

Allowing yourself to be that asshole

The funny thing about life is it's paradoxes

What you think is always wrong

You have to do the opposite

That bitter cold that overwhelms you

Is actually the very thing you needed to get through

5 17 09

The context of a rhyme isn't always what's important

The way it is said is often soft spoken

Lyrical content isn't essentially a must

Unless of course you don't want to be a bust

Knowing what you are talking about is always a nice thing

Giving your word credit, sometimes you need to pass on the bling

Merely pass on all the glitz and glam

That is presented for those selling out on their plan

Their plans of becoming a legit as MC

But instead, they throw it all away for some free

Cash, Ice, and females in their life

Idiots don't realize, they should indulge in their strife

Their struggles and anguish are what make you

Constantly adding to what you can contribute

But people are all the same, never gonna change

Cuz we are creatures of habit, limited by our range

The complexities of the human being are quite miniscule

Often much more common than some road kill

Now I have never been one that is quite decorated

With all the different struggles that are constantly commemerated

I just live each day, going through each struggle

But don't twist my words and think that I juggle

The life of a fiend, constantly caught up in heinous acts

Cuz that just ain't me, I'm simple like that

Bitches

Bitches are always fucking with my life
Causing drama to add to the strife
Convoluted actions are constant distractions
Throwing off perception, even my actions
Reactions being made to try and get through this
Weird ass relationship, always getting me pissed
They are always in my life, it's the way shit goes
It's the ebbs and it's the flows
The highs and the lows
It's those damn fucked up hoes
Constantly dragging me down
Always catching me on the rebound
Never can I find just a simple chill girl
Are there none that exist in this fucked up world

At the end of the day I only have a few things to say
One, get outta my life, just get the fuck away
I don't care where, just don't fuck with me
Two, take all your fuckin shit away from me
I don't want anything to remind me of your promiscuous nature
And how much you dragged me down into this abyss of a chamber
I presently find myself in such a dark place
And you can bet it's cuz of you, I hate this fuckin space
Three, please never speak to me again
Don't hit me up ever, I just want it to end
And lastly give me what's left of my heart back
Even though you ripped it out, tortured it, and cracked
What's left of my dismal psyche
Bitch, get outta my mind so I can break free

Greed

Greed and power are what harm us
Constantly dragging us towards bust
Spontaneously combusting, ending the strife
People's gluttnous desires destroy their life
Incandescent lightbulbs lead to ideas and thoughts
But nothing gets done, it's all for naught
Those who are wealthy rape those with little
Taking their money, lives, it's quite belittling
It's what is wrong with the world; some of the problems
They must be fixed, we have to solve em
Forever doomed, is the current destiny
For those who continue will never be set free

Can you see the sky, turn, green
From all the world's envy and greed
It's filled us all for all eternity
It spreads all the hate, lies, and misery

These people in this world do fucked up shit
By going to a foreign place, and fucking with it
Castrating their people and their customs
Robbing the people of what makes them one
One in a million, before they were messed with
But power and greed leads people toward Sith
Darkness and bleakness are engulfing this planet
These people give in to the oil and granite
There's no end in sight to all this madness
It must end soon before it spreads and
Single handedly leads to the destruction
This shit must change, change to re-construction

Can you see the sky, turn, green
From all the world's envy and greed
It's filled us all for all eternity
It spreads all the hate, lies, and misery

Advice for the Needy

Advice truly is a funny thing
No matter what you give, it's always haunting
Sitting in the back of the minds of those involved
Never truly surfacing, the problem is never resolved
Giving it is a fairly tricky thing to do
Having to word shit properly to someone who
Needs to hear just exactly the right words
And yet, you hold back, fearing that they'll lurk
Sit and recess in the back of their mind
Never reaching the front, never giving it time
To simply help during that time of need
Constantly giving in to that gluttnous greed
The future is what is important to look at
Not thinking about the past, its hard to get back
You can never simply go back in time
To change exactly what went down that night

So phrasing those terms needs deadly precision
Cuz it's as permanent as circumcision
If you mess up, shit gets fucked
Never able to simply get tucked
Put away, back into the past
Cuz irrational decisions, forever they last
And no matter what happens, some advice is better than none
Since leaving a person to simply sulk in their thoughts is dumb
They will never be able to figure shit out
Since they will always constantly doubt
Think that whatever they do isn't right
Looking down on themselves, and their thoughts with all their might

Listening to advice is just as critical
Those who don't get mentally physical
Constantly asking, and seeking for something good
But they find nothing, since they misunderstood
What it exactly means to seek help
Never listening to those that sell
Since those who give advice are few and rare
And all they seek, is to give you some spare
Thoughts, and moments of their time
And if not, forever doomed, you'll simply be out of your mind

Amateur Drawings

Let me attempt to paint this picture for you
I'm not good at drawing, so I'll use words to school
Teach you a little bit of what I think
Before you turn to dust, before you sink
Into hopelessness and despair, you simply think too much
About all the bad shit, never the good and such
You allow too many little things to bother you
Never allowing any of the good times to follow you
Recalling all of the fucked up shit that happens
The incandescent glow of a bulb mishapens
Your perception on life, time, and reality
Is always the same, until fatality
So please don't mistaken your thoughts and reactions
Take a second, before you make any bad actions