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Diary of a Great Depression

At my own admission I've grown black hearted, Find it hard to cry for the dearly departed. I've started with myself and made no difference...
my reflection ain't healthy I've been plagued by ignorance. An insignificance to that shown by my people offering deliverance.
Belligerent my mind state, no room for benevolence. I'm gonna times fate by two and make my own destiny. Remember without you there is no me!!
Contemplation on occassion as and when neccasary, no abrasions mental and or physical. Raisin like im spiritual on the mountian gazin like im quizical, I ain't doubtin I been dazin lyrical too busy blazin that's not critcal. Don't be phazin past the miracle.
Far from superior closer to inferior goes some way to explaining why my message isn't clear to ya. Far from delirious nah man, this is serious!
Remains 2 be seen weather its imperious. Far from laughin this materialistic gapping will drive us appart and continue trappin.
Can't be scared to talk bout it. We're conditioned in a way in which we doubt it.
So in ya face its a disgrace. I need a bit of saving grace. Saving face be paving waste, am I misbehaving as lm gaining pace? The blames in place and its plain in taste. We can only learn if we share with eachother!
Sounds disearning coming from a non-veteran brotha, discova the soul ja in me. I ain't on the front line wouldn't want to be. What they fightin for!? Territories, minerals to fuel our principles. I'd like to appoligise for being so cynical. This is a perfect time to take an interval.

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Hour of Chaos

Since the prime ministers seat is a cosy myth much like the presidents,
would it be such a bad thing to give power back to the residents.
Money and power buy the election,
wouldn't it be nice to have a selection..
Like a truely middle class citizen showing imperfections.
With some heart and conviction, just a little affection.
Too little to late the endgame won't wait for no-one,
Its been a straight forward assult from an all seeing occult.
If ya ask me its too late to revolt.In economic crisis engineered to collapse,
so we accept a world central bank no asks.
Bringing forth the central authority from behind the curtian.
I know, I know. I can't be certain.
Can't believe everything I read!
That's a diversion, back on track before ya get mis-directed.
Its a viscious cycle following signs that keep us "protected".
Controlled.. for a better word.
Ya don't gotta be a detective to work it out.
No shhh! Sherlock was fictional. doubt! My work.
I ain't in it for the perks.
This is blood sweat and tears and ya can take my shirt.
I got nothing to lose and the gains are worthless unless people feel my endless verses. The math is easy, believe me 7 billion minus the greasy at the top of the pyramid system. Nothing more would please me than too share in the wisdom.
Money don't mean *****when it comes to kiss them.
If we extended that love we'd break the prison.
We lock ourselves in. We give into traditions, use it one day and create ambitions.
Hardly ever stuck too cos there rash decisions.
I could say hey! **** you! But I respect your feelings.
Wonder if ya read this far, sorry for the incisions.
Sharp and pointy every word inserted with precision.
I try to keep it punctual when writing a rhyme but i'm more about functional and i don't got time to dwell on a lunchable while they implement crimes like a microchiped society, ya like no shhh! Ya lieing lee. I'm like no shhh!
A variety of things are due to change.
A brand new era breathes its name.
Its a movement and we're thoroughly entertained.
Some work hard while others play the game.
Don't hate the players they'll put ya to shame.
With or against. Victimiser or victim. Is there a middle ground in my depiction?
If i had the power their would be no afflictions.
This has been a chaotic hour writing this description.
Maybe i'm psychotic nowadays using no incryption.
Acting all neurotic not hiding my inscriptions.
Thought i'd best write it down, I knew ya wouldn't listen.
Everyone has they own agenda, a point that shudn't go missing.

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Where Do I Go From Here

Standing at the proverbial crossroads,
tapping into the game like Morse code.
Cutting my loses as I've lost loads,
Nothing more to lose, I'm like frost...
Froze my assets switching to boss mode.
Are ya out my ass yet? Its like I dropped those kids at the pool.
There's no stopping this like a loose stool.
No copying my spits, no deuce fools.
That means no equal, I rebuke tools.
There ain't no sequel, so I puke rules.
In order to break them, like pharmaceutical's.
I advise you to take em. Refutable?
Don't ask why, I didn't make em.
You'll find its suitable to discuss why ya hate em.
Rather than being mutable why don't ya state some...
Cold hard facts.
Wonder if its too late to get my old heart back.
The one I had as a child before they molded my heart black.
Just young and wild they told us they'd be back, to save us from ourselves.
I wonder where they at?
Living it up, not giving a F. Dancing on the ceiling.
I'm not bigging it up. Can't move past.
I'm digging it up once again,
Back is the incredible! who wants the fame?
Man that's hysterical! You'll get ya accolades like a clerical error.
They don't want ya to know ya credible.
A terrible era we find ourselves in.
And what's on my mind probably ain't helping.
Stepping on toes in kindness, just to hear ya yelping.
Repping my foes ain't blindness, as I write this I'm melting.
Back to room temp, a comfortable state and felt things...
I never ever ever felt before.
A good feeling, an endeavour etc forever adored.

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Window of Opportunity

Here's another straight off the bat,
some people will construde this as rap.
but its much more than that...
Its a window of opportunity,
my own little immunity.
From the disease which is community.
The conformity is overwhelming,
catagorised like shelving.
We can be bought, I'm just delving...
Deeper into the conditioning,
Cos i heard!! ya wasn't listening.
even tho your just visiting.
Its a day to remember, this star is glistening.
you've been waiting for a supernova.
The death of me, its never over.
Here is where I leave my legacy.
Fear not my recipe,
If followed correctly ya won't worry about the mess that we...
have made.

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Mentally Challenged On a Daily Basis

Mentally challenged on a daily basis, preventing me talent to prevail. 
we status quo. Faithless drones. 
Wonder what it takes to make this go? 
I hate this flow, oughta take it slow. But hey ho.. Ay oh. 
That's the way ya like it? No! 
So.. lets change the tempo to your satisfaction. 
Bass down low with mathamatic action. 
Precision building with decisions yielding its very own permission. 
Shielding any penetrating doubt, this is what they call demonstrating clout. 
I'm remonstrating, shout isn't in my vocabulary. 
But if its the only way you'll listen and I'm about to do what's neccassary. 
To establish an understanding of what they commanding not asking, damn well demanding. We on our knee's, begging! Please! Show us your humanities. 
Vanity has taken its throne. Sanity resides inside all alone. 
The worlds gone crazy! I'm just mad but that don't phase me I'm something bad. 
Gone good. Perfect representation of mis-understood. 
Just anuva presentation of what I would, if I could. Worst thing is, I know I should. 
Like a bear in the woods, I've pooped and I've stood.. 
No-body else can see except red riding hood. 
Its something like a fantasy. only the few, glance at me. 
With more than just transparency. 
Seems I'm done apparently, I've ran out of words to advance with glee. 
And ya don't wanna hear it...

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A Whole Lotta Noise

Gatherin momentum, progression assured. hard work and dedication like meat i've cured. Allways thought i'd matured too quickly. Lured into adulthood tasted rather sickly. Has 2 be endured, reality hits thee. Like a train all aboard just in time 4 his-story. I do this with skill without a pill, touch a soul with a modern day quill. A chemical thrill no clerical ill, most will find it hysterycal. A generic fill lacking merit - still. I Feel the need to share at will, while they continue wit numerical kills. Articulation of my participation bringing the sunshine after prercipitation My anticipation for an integration steadily nears its instalation A mutalation by a group of nations united in chaos of their creation so we accept without question implementation. Manipulation of mind has gripped the nation its time to flick the station and find sweet salvation the crimes are abundantly blatent unwind the twisted situation my rhymes are set for migration allined with intergration, defined my motivation, refined with great complication its belied!? no never falsification its mind over materialisation i've pined over this information and climbed outta segregation to find a source of ventalation so nevermind my frustrations i'll grind the correlations for my minds peace. Comparing notes sharing the jokes, ain't funny no more i'm scaring the folks. Preparing what's spoke daring my quotes to catch on with non glaring approach. Not wearin bespoke, no staring or chokes as i walk by caring what's wrote. Smoking roach tryin to evoke the spirit inside with anuva toke. Feeling provoked constantly poked get it 2gether quit the dope. I build the moat not even a goat can get to me, my hearts in throat. Does the pope, think this hoax. can carry much longer? i live in hope. My personal coach handed the rope gave me freewill to see how i'd cope. Tied in a noose i let that loose used the rope to tie the groups of abuses together in a rhyme. I Dispute that im useless. If my message is a crime it proves that im ruthless pressing these lines.

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Maybe Its the Thug In Me

Analyse this, anuva 8 bar phrase.
Tantalised this bruva, we date our days. 
Record the inequality. I'm bored, in poverty.. 
But that has nothin to do with this mans quality. 
In squalor see, in the sense of the material. 
Little did i know, knowledge is imperial. 
Ya can't learn it in college or catch it like a venereal disease. 
Don't ya know I'm totally cereal? This puts my mind at ease! 
Seriously, imperiously. I wish ya could see as clearly as me. 
Delirious lee. Inferior be, all that you is! jeer at us, see?
Men fear what they don't understand. 
My book holds more than 10 commands. 
Got them shook, in the palm of my hand. 
I can feel a hook, i stand as a man. possessed, 
stressed with a lot of confessions. 
Think i told ya i have little possessions. 
Tryin to leave a lasting impression, 
unfortunately has to be done with aggression. 
Atleast be heard and teach ya a lesson. 
But i'm still a student and its the point I'm stressing. 
I been taught this life, is a blessing in disguise. 
Am I guessing a surprise or messing wit you guys? 
Testing for a prize, nah I'm pressing for demise. 
Not of me, but of thee... 
establishment, regal. 
You already heard that the baddest went evil. 
I'll show ya good turned saint cos I'ma do it legal. 
Wonder sometimes if my attempts are feeble. 
Well, these days that seems feasible. 
Its coming to the point of being leavable.
Btw am i being unreasonable?

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Not Nearly Enough

Enough of living in my head via manufactured means. 
Never will enough be said about our fractured beams. 
Trying hard to let it shine, maybe gain back esteem. 
Showered over people like admiration for the queen. 
That's a lot of power in adminastration and its deemed not fit for the masses,
an abliteration of any keen, interest in authority! some consideration if you please. What about the majority in bad situations that we screams.
We should be priorities i hint elation from reprieves. 
Up to now i been incarceration for my every deed. 
I vowed to give 100 percent particapation as agreed. 
Didn't know every sentence had anticaption as a seed. 
Growing outta that, an intergration from my greed. 
Proceeding is the installation of something that i needed. 
A view of admiration at a rose concreted. 
Surrounded by an urban jungle, to the establishment we have conceeded. 
**** it i can't be humble my advertisement has competed, 
just gotta learn not to mumble when my works completed.

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Victim of the System

Victims of circumstance, sick sins a certain glance into a man morality. 
Which wil work in advance for our children given a chance 2 think for themselves. 
I lurk entranced my hurt enhanced by the very mention of no u can't,
Gotta stay positive, wen in france!
Criminal intent with subliminal insence. Sex in the air, a minimal event. 
A miracle is sent. Don't mean to be synical but this intrical event has lost its purity but my cylindrical sense has brought me full circle on this tyranical trend.
Grip the situation the power of manipulation has preceeded this titavation. 
An invitation to my inspiration on this hour an integration like mutation its time to proceed with mutalition. Futile!? Patince. Demonstration of concentration all it takes?...
Please believe I'm a man of reprieve. Mind went walkies im on the retrieve finally recieved? we being decieved on a bigger scale than u'd ever believe, relieved on the day tis concieved; breathe a deep sigh like oh good grief, teeth any opinion i dare 2 reach...

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Read All About It

Knew ya were bad news, i just didn't read the headline.
 Funny! cos ya picture was on the front page.
 Something like a red wine ya were to me.
 Drunk on the thought of lovin you.
 Now that I've sobered up, I'll search for something new.
 Just gotta get rid of this hungova feeling.
 Heard the best way is some sexual healing.
 Ya took me for a mug,
 mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
 Had a nice long sip, bet it tasted good.
 hope ya enjoyed ya little *****!
 Its the best you'll ever have.
 shuda guessed it wouldn't last.
 But naivity took a front row seat and laughed at the drama.
 What goes around comes around, I think they call it Karma.
 Now I don't wanna get nasty, I heard ya were a skank.
 If I knew ya were gunna be this much trouble I'd of just of had a wank.