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im breaking out of the pain
im breaking out of the rain
im breaking out of the dirt
and im breaking out the shame

thoughts of suicide

im not an entertainer
more like a mediator
am I just another artist?
I see the world starving does that makes me
another target, courage
like Rosa Parks,
illuminating the dark
the freedom fight isn't over
we can april till we March
obesity disease over abundance
of starch
the problem is we  greedy
imitating what we see on tv
they say they hate me but they need me
when my stomach was growling no one
was there to feed me

freewrite

the world crying she upset,
and I learned that she kept,
from her roots to her  neck all the lies
and regrets
evil spirits
in my chest,
In the Qu'ran I invest
slaughter evil let it bleed
seeping slowly through my vest
ima rip em like the best,
lion embezzled in stress
& to those who say im quiet
they say silence is a threat
they say honesty is death
 I aint seen
and they violencing upset
they subconsciously in debt
they can't spiritually connect
they can't possibly accept
that the good die  young
filled with ounces of regret
filled with lounges of attempts
 humans begging for respect
rappers begging for a check
they not giving they just get
stop diminishing the truth,
start replenishing the youth
free paths.... long last thats
the killing that I do
 false identities
obtained
rapping cause of the
of fame
everyone looking the same
cuz of you ignorant lames
hit me and ill hit you back
with my movement I attack
civil rights minus the act
Malcolm x on the track
its a war with the feds
its a war in the beds
when a nigga talk slick
they put the sword in
the head.
people asking where they
at thats why its more
of em dead
and they rather keep killing
without stopping it instead
what kind of morals have we
lead, giving plates
with no bread, hate with no ed,
can't escape with no ends









letters to the dead in gold, to
the heavens sent and sold
the wise they die old, the young they
die cold
lies shivering in shame
cries leaking in the
who you know with more hunger
who you know with more struck
thunder
virgin to the world
mc prostitute to the game
I'm in the the midst of the rain
f all the hunger and pain
ignorance is pain
educational deceased
when
my rhymes salivating
no one can see me
its my eyes they debating
they lying and they hating
they crying and relating
my accent gotta twist
so they crying im jamaican

sunset

times like this I get lost in the sunset
the horizon captures my hope
the clouds comfort my heart
sunrise to sunset my dreams
get brighter and dim
sunrise and sunset
a day full of sin
a night full of jinn
but im still chasing to
win running
from the fears
shedding away the tears
in order to be born again
into a stronger and wiser
human being
the golden aspect of life
is the regrets which we
don't make
the risk that we take
the smiles that we fake
which seem to deceptively
chase our sadness
away
I see the devil in the creek
 and the Angel protecting me
God is on top of all
watching his children
until we meet him again
the sun is our
the set is young
the mind is dumb
when we do not believe
we do not achieve
how could we deceive
our hearts from the start
now we march
to the set
sunrise to sunset
sunrise to sunset

No one hears me

my voice is in a bottle
filled with happiness
and pain
the pain of the neglect
the happiness for keeping my
sane
no one hears my cry no one
cares about why
sometimes I think no one will care
if I died
when I talk no one is cares to listen
the spirituality is there but the emotional
support is always missing
im always there to listen to them but no one
listens to me
escaping the world of neglect in order
to set my soul free
im more of a loner tempted to become
a stoner
guys don't want a bond
they just want that quick boner
looking in the mirror hoping
to see myself clearly
tell that voice in my head to quit speaking
no one hears me

in the grave

He woke up one 

day and he was six

feet deep butt naked 

in front of the creator 

and his lips couldn't speak

felt at pain with his life

but his tears wouldn't leak

his eyes couldn't blink

and his mind couldn't think 

in the grave he's a slave to 

the evil he withholds

he should his soul for gold 

and he didn't listen to what he 

was told

he felt the wise were fools and 

the fools are the wise 

now he'll never get a chance 

to lay his eyes on the prize 

they say you only live once

but when you die you pay the price

for doing whats wrong and 

avoiding whats right 

having sex before marriage 

teen pregnancy is on the average

im sick of seeing lost souls

in the baby carriage