2 months ago

greatnesslieswithin:

I was 15 years old when I wrote this verse that really reads more like a poem. And even today, 3 years later, the words still feel so relevant to me.

I used to look up at the clouds, but the lightning struck,

turning this world to dust; it’s pouring nightmares 

so I’m quite scared of what I’ll become.
Finding out who I am…is life’s endless conundrum.
It feels like I’m wearing a veil, cause the true me is covered up;
so I’m putting to death this lust
with my bear fists,
thinking over the premise of my life, 

replaying the disk. 

Man, I woke up this morning wishing I wouldn’t,
just to remain in my deep sleep, pushing
through this test; I’m looking for the rest
of myself, though everything melts
with my touch. 

I wonder am I accursed? 
I don’t know, but only God I worship;
and if time is money, then time is worthless. 

Cause in these puddles I see reflections of angels.
There are clashes in my heart, but outside I look playful,
mumbling broken words on my death bed;
it seems like I only loathe and detest.
An invisible man i am trying to tread
along,

seems I never belonged 
anywhere else but in God’s palm,
so I suffocate of these tired songs. 

Late nights, my thoughts vagabond through the Quran
cause I’ve always longed
for peace of mind, 
and it’s a long climb

being that more than mountains 
separate us from the Divine,
though I know I’ll meet him in time
while darkness and light battle inside. 

Really it’s love I’m deprived of. 
My indifferent attitude was conceived off of an era so dry, 

feeling blind
to my own self - went from being vigorous 
to in poor health,
wishing my life was a book
cause everything is better in the stories they tell.

These people that encompass me dispel 
my hope for man.

My life’s just a poor excuse; 
the only companions I have are sadness and gloom. 

This time on Earth is just me going from the womb
to the tomb. 

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2 months ago

I was 15 years old when I wrote this verse that really reads more like a poem. And even today, 3 years later, the words still feel so relevant to me.

I used to look up at the clouds, but the lightning struck,

turning this world to dust; it’s pouring nightmares 

so I’m quite scared of what I’ll become.
Finding out who I am…is life’s endless conundrum.
It feels like I’m wearing a veil, cause the true me is covered up;
so I’m putting to death this lust
with my bear fists,
thinking over the premise of my life, 

replaying the disk. 

Man, I woke up this morning wishing I wouldn’t,
just to remain in my deep sleep, pushing
through this test; I’m looking for the rest
of myself, though everything melts
with my touch. 

I wonder am I accursed? 
I don’t know, but only God I worship;
and if time is money, then time is worthless. 

Cause in these puddles I see reflections of angels.
There are clashes in my heart, but outside I look playful,
mumbling broken words on my death bed;
it seems like I only loathe and detest.
An invisible man i am trying to tread
along,

seems I never belonged 
anywhere else but in God’s palm,
so I suffocate of these tired songs. 

Late nights, my thoughts vagabond through the Quran
cause I’ve always longed
for peace of mind, 
and it’s a long climb

being that more than mountains 
separate us from the Divine,
though I know I’ll meet him in time
while darkness and light battle inside. 

Really it’s love I’m deprived of. 
My indifferent attitude was conceived off of an era so dry, 

feeling blind
to my own self - went from being vigorous 
to in poor health,
wishing my life was a book
cause everything is better in the stories they tell.

These people that encompass me dispel 
my hope for man.

My life’s just a poor excuse; 
the only companions I have are sadness and gloom. 

This time on Earth is just me going from the womb
to the tomb. 

3 months ago
on the verse, i kick like kung fu
hoping these pricks would gimme dumb loot
a young dude, hungrier for than just lunch food
8 months ago

still feel me

8 months ago

mixtappee coming out soonn..don’t sleep on it

9 months ago

late night excursions 


im feelin like king tut - tired of the number crunch;
my education was my mummification coming up… 
they built the pyramids on new york streets, 
i would lift stonehenge with my feet,
my bones bend when i think of defeat, yea my martyrdom…
was out for stardom when I started up:
until i saw the reality - buddha had my soul
staring back at me…no mirrors,
now seein the dearer clearer through rhythmic patterns,
wandering saturn; does it matter? that matter cannot be created nor destroyed;
the atoms are like envoys tellin messages of adam
and eve, forbidden tree - leaf linens, primordial questions of livin,
the decisions feel like incisions to my wisdom…
should i give in?

9 months ago
she gives me stage fright
in my own
thoughts
10 months ago

your heart is a minefield, 
and even though I walk slowly
i am not afraid of this explosion;

and i don’t mean it lightly when i say
we are in a war zone

but i will not sit in a bomb shelter and wait,
and if I have to
be a one man army,

i will 

10 months ago
People criticize cause they critter size. Cite Arrow CJ Fly, Sadderdaze
11 months ago
i blow napalm trees,
a suicidal leaf, hopin my head blows
like smoke, into the breeze
11 months ago
i have a vibrationless plane
on my heart
where I cannot
and will not feel
anything
this empty cloud
of electric nirvana is where I lay
right now, trying
to find
her happiness
11 months ago

I tremble at your sight, all of it.
Whether, it be dark or bright, I still lift
from the ground that sinks,
to a level that none can think.

There is no flaw to count;
the heart has made all bounce
to another form, another shape; all the greats
could never inspire within me all you make.

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12 months ago
and being with you is like dancing
to a thousand sweet nothings
unaware
that the song already ended,
and yet I still sway,
alone
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