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im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
Situations
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
Fall
And I as I pull myself together
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now
there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.
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i could sit here. day in and day out
thinking of the most proper way
to let the ink in the pen spill out
but as of late im feeling prehistoric
so much weight on my shoulders
and i dont know where to go
resuscitate my soul
look back up and head to the goal
so much evil around. i feel like the devils workin double shifts just to bring me down.
on the road to redemption
you can take a seat up in the front section
just so you can feel the emotions
in this electric notion
i've done a lot of things that hide the halo
let it all collaborate when i medicate
now look at me, mind workin like plato
formulate a new path to take so i can
maneuver through all the mistakes
we all know we cant change what we've already made
but we can change the next thing we create
startin to sound like a serenity prayer
5 steps till im thirty
and the twenty four before i was never a player
found out when the lights came back on im strictly a lover
its the strongest drink for your soul, when its thirsty
so careful how much you intake or be left hungover
even worse be the one she ran over
i dont mean to come off like im too deep
but the obstacles made there way through just to scrape through
and leave me suffocating
just for me to re-invent a new way to breathe, re-decorating
is your life so complicated
you rather wet up your pillows and revoke from the life you live
just think of your kids mourning
theyll never see that pretty face in the morning any more
cheer your self up
you got a lot to live for
your a gem and im that friend
trynna appraise the value
that you dont see inside of you
just another day for him
goin about
searchin wonderin what his purpose is
running in circles
till he found a way through all the turbulence
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just below a marvelous landmark of a metropolis that see's no end to its expansion, lies a stretch of land. curved by many years of our moons control over what covers more then 50% of what anyone could inherit in this world. lies a log. only a few could tell how many years this artifact has gotten to observate. not that it could form opinions and idea's or have the slightest emotion but its there. the smell of sea salt. the ever swallowing winds and waves that swallow this small penninsula, through out the many days the light and darkness have taken there turns, to the forever clock work of the change in seasons. this log, this stump, has sat here. If you believe in destiny, you may come to believe this log serves a purpose for any who find themselves venturing to this corner of the world. love has started here. happiness has found a landmark to add to a foundation to the souls that let it take over them. memorys from a father to a son, to a daughter to a loved one have been forever forged here. no matter how much of are climate changes and reshapes this land all these memorys will stay embedded. unknown to the common folk who stumble upon this stretch of beauty. it will always be there. One cold day. a philosopher, a poet, a man in search of answers that roam uncontrollably through out his body decides to ponder in this place as he seeks an inner answer for his search for peace, harmony and happiness that has been in a bit of a recess for what feels like an eternity for him, hide and seek let your childish memorys take you away as you remember what defines the meaning of hide and seek. this poet feels nothing more then sinking in the ocean like the flat long rock he threw to skip. counting the times its bounces back after hitting its surface. this imagery slowly creeps its way into visualization that it almost resembles himself. beauty in 5 seconds that most in this beautiful world probably have never considered, never captured. he stands up, takes his steps forward. the paralyzing feeling slowly diminishing. each link in the chain that has kept him bound slowly disappears. He begins to wish he had on sandals instead he imagines the feeling of the small pockets of sand away from the rocks creep warm heat into the spaces in between his toes even though its a cold summer set day. he makes another step. his thoughts tend to take him over and do circles each step he takes, each breath he takes. before the poet realizes where he stands he feels the water rush up his legs. as he opens his eyes wondering why he had them closed. he reaches into his pocket to throw another rock he has been holding onto long before stumbling into this beautiful abyss that captures moments unknown to all the unknown souls who have wondered here. he kisses the rock, looks to the distance and tosses it.
before the last skip even came the poet had turned around. he knows from this moment on nothing will be the same again but not in a dark gloomy unpredictable way. more in a way that is so new. another adventure, another moment soon to come like the many before who forever embedded there memory's here. a new start. not one wished upon but one that found its way to him, who is watching over the poet making sure there is ground every step he takes? the answer lies in himself. just like it does for you.
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Life is what we make it to be
its gonna be real hard if you don't see with you're heart
i been here before
feeling like my lens out of focus
im gettin so tired with
trynna define who i am
thoughts pour in, swarm like a locust
calm before the wake
the dam will eventually break
when i close my eyes
the terror of right from wrong
where will i land? where do i stand?
can i be that man, youre more then proud with?
what if my actions bury me in sand with nothin but my head stickin out the ground?
from crawlin to walkin to paralyzed, rigamortis
i cant afford this
goin back and forth with thoughts grazing in this field like a cow
where to pack the fork in?
so much beef, turn it kosher
you even listening? got the headphone chord in
amazing how one poem can make me cordial
so i write with hopes to one day record it
an travel the world with the one who's most important
there we go
another topic far from one to be bored with
2 years ago never thought i could meet you, you made me go crazy, crazy in love that is
after one year all good things come to an end
but really the end to me just means the beginning of something better
look at where we at now, it can only get better
about to make the biggest decision in life
amazing how it changes the weather
skin so thick
26 years and my exterior is something like leather
some things i say can get the better side of me
but know the only reason i have that better side of me, is because of you
and the things you do, that you may never even knew ,actually inspire me so lets Push Through
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standin on a corner he looks up to the sky
his phone rings as he steps into his ride
no time to think
when it rings its because do's on the other side
red and blue
panicked, frozen like a mannequin
flashing lights he catches on the other side of his panaoramic view
wondering if its for him
then realize it just the paramedics crew heading to what'll never make it on the 11' o clock news
paranoid
wonderin if he ever got caught by the blue, what he would do
like i siad no time for that,
rent to pay
with nothing on the dinner plate
this time next week, he just may be sleeping in his back seat.
no one to comfort but southern comfort
good guy just on the wrong side
misguided when life put him on the sideline
no one to guide him right
but his mind
while he walked on the wild side of the life many choose not to sight
turn a blind eye
to what they dont see as right, but i guess thats just life
a pool of water overflows the bath tub because his own foot
covers the drain
you paved what you walk on today
if you ever wanna live better
dont be the reason why your seasons never change
seeing nothing but rain in his plain
consumed by the pain that rarely escapes from him
an apiphany hits him
a bit delayed but soon to be appraised
he wants out but never knew how
he tryed callin his father
but that man diddnt even bother
he never really fathered him to begin with.
so it really wasnt something he cared to level with
learned his lesson, way back when
your just getting the message
considering how long its been
he thought redemption would have been ready for collection
still theres a long way to go
aint it beautiful?
how bliss ignorance is?
remembering the time he showed his report card to his mother
and how happy she was
tellin him he was bound for anything he set his sights on
but to always tell right from wong
at that moment. curtains closing
its 3am
witching hour for the superstitious
but an hour of power for a man to put stitches to his scars
pick himself up off the ground
head to the lost and found
just to find everything that made him who he was
before what is now
ignorance is bliss
an he knows that now
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all of the things i've seen
when the lights go out
and i dream of you
strangest flame of desire
that has made me a fighter for you
Cupids playin her wicked game of love
I've been known to sit back an judge as well as you
as foolish people do
how stupid it would be
to turn and look away from you
when your the only one
who's saved me
from me
I've never felt this way
what a crazy thing people say
your more then just what meets the eye
try and think of ways to describe how i feel
my mind gets paralyzed
with a million memorys of our lovely history
these foot prints we put in the dirt
as we jump through yet another hurdle
watch it as it establish's a beautiful blue print
on what we could make
what a crazy thing shes done
made me fall in love
and i cant get enough
no i cant get enough
of what she does to me
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Finally like the feeling you get when you see the grand finaly on the forth of july
a smile from the deepest void of his endless pit rises
maybe just temporarily but its so complimentary
to add to his penitentiary
there aint no guns, clothes, any hoes, or any materialistic jive
just a big black hole in the unknown where he's alone
he calls it home
lately his worlds off its axis
paying taxes
on the things that he thought would last but never lasted
becoming a victim of the sadness
he never thought he'd dance with
feelin confused, consumed by a tenant he gave a room
he use to keep the key locked up in Pandora's box
and always thought who ever managed to unlock it
would be the one
He'd keep in a heart shaped locket
she was his sweetest thing
and he remembers everything
if she believes in what he see's
he'll find a way
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my life's like a growing vine.
roll the dice and walk the line.
young, but i'm get'in older.
an as the days pass, i'm get'in wiser.
smarter from the wrongs I've done.
stronger from the things I've overcome
i'm also the type of guy, that prides himself in different ways that ain't ever go'in away.
I've come to find i'm one of a kind.
i'm also that guy who finishes in last place, call Mr bright side.
hit the streets like a stray dog in heat.
that ain't for me.
I'm not a player, found out i'm a lover.
disregard any Nay Sayers.
i not apart of it.
sometimes we cant control what happens.
it just appears out of thin air something like magic.
throw your hands up while it arrests you.
a fire, conversation has been initiated and I've seen the best of you.
a door opened, i just wanna give you inspiration.
an when i catch myself showing you admiration.
I find that you have a way at making my mind go crazy
.caught up in the moment. i don't know if she knows it, but i wish i was closer.
every word she speaks, strikes a different chord the more that i get to know her.
I've been down this river once before and like before I've felt the turns,
so i try and ignore what i feel, and do the right thing,
but then i begin to dream on what it could be like, yea.
what kills me the most, is i just wanna remain right here.
feeling what i feel when i'm around you.
count these stars up in the sky.
make you laugh.
build you up to want you wanna be.
ex's are like lessons to be learned.
sex is a way of expressing affection.
mistakes aren't meant to take you down forever.
think of it as an opportunity to make you better.
its a miracle when two come together and take on the world together.
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