- I’m just a kid, not a man, I don’t wanna grow
Up. Hold my hand, not for love cause
Now I’m on the run
From the life that I chose.
My eyes and nose
Never seem to fail but I trust my heart more than those.
I’m cool, calm, collected, but I’m in pieces.
My mind never ceases to release it’s thesis on the reason
that I see myself as a demon.
My shadow is the my only companion, prosthesis.
Not a philosopher but I observe how I am not a concern to the external world, so what is worse?
A sinking ship or overthinking til I’m sick of it.
I’m full of hatred and I can’t escape the bitch that quick.
I’m so slick with the words when I spit,
It’s almost like I was built for this, Yo I would kill for this.
Dollar bills don’t prove skills, just ignorance.
So listen when I’m kickin’ flow, you didn’t know I deliver it?
Speaking gibberish that only few can catch.
And I laugh at the ones who scratch their head and pass it up.
Rap and blunts are my two best friends.
My infatuation with hip hop, it never ends.
She’s the light of my life, she’s my breath, and my heartbeat.
Start with me and I will be the one to put your heart to sleep.
It’s hard to see when I’m living in the dark.
Or maybe it’s because I set my mind and world apart.

- And it depresses me to see myself change.
Always improvin’ but I’m movin backwards in my brain.
Never the same, tame but also rugged.
What? Think you can keep up, I love it.
I’m undiscovered, kept hidden in the suburbs.
I love words. but that doesn’t mean that I am structured.
Movin’ upwards, days are numbered.
If you end my suffering I would love to bring you supper.
Bite my soul, eat my thoughts.
It’s not what you think, drink my dreams on the rocks.
A paradox, a contradiction when I’m spittin’.
You never listen so to hell with my ambition.
No pot to piss in, I kick it on the streets.
Smokin’ blunts to the face writing over beats.
Sliding through life like the beads on an abacus.
I’m rappin’ only because it;s better meds than laughter, kid.

- Lonely, stoned, and rolling
Another one. Cumbersome, I don’t give a fuck, I hope I rupture lungs.
Cause everyone that I speak to is crazy.
Or maybe it’s me, what I think of on the daily.
Insanely beyond capabilities, lyrically and physically
but my memory is gimmicky.
Typically I recite the lines I write, cryptically.
Decipher my life cause I can’t, a mystery.
No quitting, see? I’m not the one for that.
Got a pen and a pad and that’s enough to rap.
I’ll write for the rest of my life, remember that.
I’m living proof that you can do what you want, remember that.
I sever heads metaphysically so get with me.
The giving tree gifted me wittiness and melody,
til death, I plead guilty no need for settlements.
I’m better than all these emcees that claim to be heaven sent.