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Take a Deep Breath

I take a deep breath, then I breath out...
I breath doubts, but I guess I breath now
But my breathe shall allow me tear this industry down
Can ya feel this chemistry, About to make history
At this instancy I'll be instantly deploying my infantry
I'll be doing it viciously but visibly you won't see no sympathy
I'm "Imagery" with my words it's a mystery, but to me it's a symphony
So simply, but so skillfully but like living in Sicily, but with my stringency
Call it a simile, cause I'll never get to see Italy, cause I'm doing it differently
A different me, that's sitting so timid see, wondering when visually I'll stop being vividly
Uh never, cause my minds so scattered, so battered, I'll mannered, insides so shattered
No way I'll make it with this chit chatter of ever being a rapper, they call me an actor
Cause I've broken my ladder, and everyones filled with laughter, Shall I show what'll be after
It'll be a factor on a platter, I'll leave these ill rappers all splattered
With their guts, and skin all tattered, then I'll show them how to be a "Wrapper"
A body bag for each, so as I preach, these guys couldn't teach
I'll unleash the beasts that'll beat with out any beats
Shall I show what's beneath this piece? I'll admit defeat when ya'll can compete
It's like you're trying to be a Cinderella man, it's not better, I don't give a damn
I'll reveal and release my plan, Soon you'll understand, when I send the telegram
It'll cast all over the telegraphs,But I'm a hologram...
A spirit unseen? Nah a robot as a human being, done with sight seeing
So I'm done with believing, my compartments are bleeding
I'm forward leaning but sleeping inside still screaming
I mean screeching, from my nose is oil leaking
I'm about to fly through this ceiling, I need a recharge cause the damage I'm dealing
Is incredible, I'm flexible and sensual even though I'm not skeletal
Not human, but still skeptical, You need some medical, you're not legible
I hate this, I'm getting technical and it's not feeling so ethical
But I ask myself what's so right? It's this decibel
Imma be so loud up on the pedestal, rockin a festival
It'd be exceptional, the feeling you give is so obsessional
It's unacceptable, and unforgettable I gotta ask before it's regrettable
It's so detectable from my eye's I hope it's reflectable
It was unintentional but it happened so I hope it's impeccable...

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What Am I

Back in roman times I was called a stylus
I wrote messages and stories on papyrus Writing since Before Christ, 
Don't matter what the time is 
Even wrote for the great poets known as the vikings 
I translated Roman-to-English with just hyphens
I can go back and forth on the timeline 
Used by the dude who even wrote "Mein Kampf" 
But before that used for maps to draw islands 
I even wrote that rap and I screamed "BYE STAN!!" 
I've seen everybody’s diaries, but I don't speak 
I write the dreams they have seen, it's punishing... 
I'm their best friend at quiet times 
For poets,and rappers that write rhymes 
Or artists, that compose the lights eyes 
Oops I mean the end of night, it's the "sunrise" 
I cry when they draw their mental picture 
I miss it easy, like the ancient Egyptian scriptures 
Last week I wrote a broken heartfelt letter of a boys dead sister 
His tears made me smear, smudge and bitter as well
 I mean i'm supposed to be emotionless, but this feels like hell 
I guess literature is the only way I help 
This is how I'd explain it, if someone asked how I felt 
I'm literally consumed in everybody’s literacy 
Different languages, but I still know their history.... 
I’m the victim see, every word written composes verbal imagery 
Even carved Mozarts spirit in every symphony 
I take everyones thoughts and write it down lyrically 
Have you solved my mystery? I need some sympathy 
One second i’m drawing so skillfully, then destroying paper so viciously 
So if you’re crazy just like me, take my spot and fight off this infantry 
Then you will see, all these sad letters of these casualties 
Of when France defended against the great Italy 
I’ll riddle more, I was even there when the bible was born 
I was even used for the art of the Tribal of course 
I even wrote of the tale of the Trojan horse 
I even seen the great GRA fight 
GRA meaning arts and culture 
I’m running out of graphite.

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Thoughts of Myself - Section 1

Ayo, Once upon a time...
Their was a young brave renegade
That would love someone solely than detonate
Than pick up the pieces and try to renovate
Just so he can runaway, and escape just to celebrate
He'd instigate and penetrate in almost anyway
He had no friends, cause they'd die, and souls would levitate
Always showed more love than hate, because he was his own medicaid
Only musically meditated, not truly educated but solely dedicated
To leave this world devastated, and "awe" within his presence
Cause I'll verbally murder peasants and it's not so pleasant
When this is their death sentence, Leaving them jealous
When they go to hell, and I'm attending the heavens
But the thoughts of you snap me right back
To the love and adolescence trapped behind a time gap
It's like I took a nap to relax and pass these lonely facts
But I got passed it, and regained my own passion
Passing by my own patronized actions
Probably now just pacifying and laughing trying to imagine
Why I was so maddened, I'm like a wolf blowing down pigs cabins
I'm the captain shooting lyrical cannons trying to capture the captive
The caption to the story is "Aladdin's reconnection with his Jasmine"
But it's forever lost, cause life it's not magic
It's just a tragic damaged planet filled with only havoc
Happiness is riddled upon his own sadness

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The Devil

Was it my red eyes? That had me forewarned?
In the mirrior I can't see my face, hands or forearms
My souls gone till dawn, because this is what the bottles drawn
My drools thickened, my rooms spinnin, i'm puke spittin
I'm sinning, the reflections grinning, I'm sickened
Bliss missing, friendship killing, family splitting
From shootin liquids, that soothed but smitten'd
See it was liquid venom, cause i'd never
Say a sentence that would ruin and wrecken with given vengeance...
It was the Gibson sippin' me slippin' mind twistin'
Devil kickin' him livin', I the victim...
Used like a tool or weapon
The drug investin'to my depression
Runnin' with the hell and heaven's
Me testin' my agression so I can learn my lessons from my reflection because....

I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...

So it was my red eyes, and I had to reflect
I was the Number 1 suspect, I checked over everything I've wrecked
The number 1 effect, losing all respect and not being able to recollect
Can't you tell i'm disgusted with myself, and I need some help
My souls been dealt, and I don't hold any material wealth...
I'm hopeless, I sold my soul just to get it then...
It rips minds but it's my "medicine"...
Dreamers comparison, i'd ease into deadliness, god must of sent me this...
A fifth a bottle, such carelessness, bringing negligence
Oh my arrogance, the drunk feeling is excellent...
It's venomous, but to me it's not relevent...
The emphasis is i'm sick of my selfishness, and recklessness
I miss my gentleness, and sick of my drinking elements
And my true lovely sentiments because I....

I thought I saw the devil this morning
Looking in the mirrior, drop of rum on my tongue
With a warning...

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God, Society, Gods

I knew a man who was hurting so much 
He lost everything, didn't believe in love
He prayed for everyone that walked amongst earth 
He tried to believe in god, but every prayer flawed 
Maybe god himself, was nothing but a fraud? 
If he walked among earth, I'd say "I know exactly what you are" 
He'd see life is so very hard, being trapped beneath the stars 
Being able to see how many in the graveyard 
Is this what he wanted, did we play our part? 
Governments being the patriarchs 
It took so many years, to see that woman creates our heart 
Since the start of time, that's where the degrading starts 
We undermined our matriarch 
God's mother would be asking why do we hate each other 
This world wasn't made to suffer 
Or even face each other 
So why aren't they helping one another 
Cause society was taught, if you want something 
You just grasp out, and take it 
They don't care if it's sacred! 
Or even human nature 
They'll tear it down, they don't care if it's ancient 
Atleast once in everyman, they only know is hatred 
Because we don't believe or trust in God 
Cause has he ever talked to you? 
I take it upon my thoughts 
Because preachers tend to walk for you 
I tend to be lost, so how do they even talk for you? 
It sounds suspicious, but if there were a god... 
Where was the mention of the goddess then? 
Everyone was born, so where the hell is the honest men? 
But if he were to be reborn again 
He'd see our atrocities 
Wouldn't like our thought of philosophies 
Seeing life played like monopoly 
When countries have to cope with poverty 
But in all honesty... 
It's gotta be 
That gods given gift 
Wasn't just for us to live 
We're all gods hidden... 
Cause we're gods living.

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Thoughts of Myself - Section 2

Section 2.

This is where you saddle up, and battle back
I'm sick of kids babbling and baffling
About stuff that'll never happen
Maybe I should be reverberating and throwing verbal attacks
Rehearsing and planning my verbally tactics
I'll be versing and throwing down my verses
And certainly cursing with my first words
I'll disperse and hurt and burn this world
I'll slaughter the gods, and it'd need some audible gauze
Even the titans would be frightened, and they'd outta applause
And stand for my cause, For R.A, And Vinnie Paz
For hip-hop to stay alive, Cause "Legends never die"
All we do is just "Carry on traditions"
Just new people, with new ambitions giving new definitions
With new visions that we will never be missing
We'll be hitting and spitting and carrying this out with our existence
But the distances between this twisted system
Is just us forever living, Gifted kids on there cosmic shit
Comically causing and costing our own cosmic consciousness
For calling and catering our cautiousness, and stomping over whacks emcees confidence
Preparing to constantly conquer all the continents
But not ready for compliments, cause I don't even have an audience
But with this dominance I should be destroying the awesome-est
I'm so monstrous when I write up on these documents
I'm probably properly populating my honestness
And it's quite obvious I'm calling it, quite the dominant opposite of your own conscious gift
Honestly my hypothesis is if I had everyone behind me at metropolis, I'd remain anonymous.

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Still Spinning

I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping And mildly feeling that I was honestly grieving I was quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing It was wildy eating at who I was... I could see through the mirrior he was frustrated Feeling devestated, felt isolated, feeled truly aggravated Did I mention the love and hatred upon his eyes Or even the soul teared through a genocide A gemini inside, but set aside he felt terrified But through the lies disguised in your mind He was ultimately petrified...It was you that was scarier then ever, even his barrier Now I'm flying high like a harrier, with you i'm more marrier Was it scary cause of your terror, or your character? See I truly miss you miss, you're a beautiful beautious Broken and brutal, but with you I see what beauty is I love it, cause you're so humorous, is it obvious?  I'm operating this auto race Just for you, I'd be dominating...I'd be going pedal to the metal, just till it's settled I just want to win a medal, I'm feeling kind of dreadful I've even beaten my only devil, going crazy, am I mental? Nah, it's where I extract scratched tangets and you stare vast in past pamphlets And you have no answers for your last math's classes, within exams I see you vanishing You close your eyes and drift in planets'n'canvases, and you crash in crafted canyons That clash with granite and imagitive paniced bandits with a habit that granted An attached handprint that reflected my poetic languages They call us anguished animals, but I pass on my damages, on through these messages See I may look different with my clothes that are charred and almost carved off I'm scorching like dark hearts, and warped like barked bronze  Can you see I was meant for journalling? I'll be discerning them, as they see me surfacing I'll just be surging in, and it's you that i'd prefer to bring even out of all these earth-a-lings I hope it's permenant, you showed me what my purpose is, I needed the encouragement It was a form of your subtle perfectness, is it courteous that you bring me nervousness? Right now, you got me prouder then, all my extended ends, it's pride from you that i'm conjuring in.... Your loves got me flying high in your turbulence, it's a superb inherent gift, I don't think I could picture it, It has me feeling one with the churches and all my burning urges end...

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I Think I'M In Love

"I'm not going to say it, but my emotions are spilling and breaking, and it's you I'm chasing, forever face this, I really like you, and no I'm not confused, I feel so estatic, magic, and energetic, I'm blushing it's pathetic, the synergy is so synergetic, I know sometimes I act so apathetic, but you got me feeling so anesthetic, when I'm with you I don't wanna leave, call it magnetic... You got me running like I was athletic, but I didn't follow that one day, I'm sorry, I'm apologetic,  you say I'm cute, but I'm ascetic, you're truly a beauty, you're aesthetic, you apprehended my feelings I better not regret it, you got me going so poetic, I hope we're not so serious, I know I maybe be mysterious, but you got me feeling so delirious. this energy is loving so furious, I hope you're not fearing this, but I hope you're hearing it, see if you ask me, what's a heart broken, it's a lonely soul that's just hoping, to me it's art stolen, every person feels emotion, but we're different fishes in this ocean,  see I'm not sure what will be enough, never knew that this existed, I was stuck in a place that was sick and twisted, you assisted with hugs and kisses, I was never ambitious, but with you I need to stop with the what ifs, and jump these cliffs, I don't want us to start drifting with distance, cause I hate it when people go so distant, so at night, i'm hoping for wishes, is it 11:11, is this heaven? Your smiles expression has got my progression aggressing at your possessions, like your time, even seconds, I reckon, I want to answer all your questions, it's only my time invested, I'm ready to learn, show me a lesson...."

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Still In Love, Part 1

I was up all night, to pray that, this isn't some sort of payback
Even after letting these years pass, I'm still holding my tears back
Because all these feelings that I have, got me feeling, like I'm feeling kind of sad
Every night, I'm in the same dream, and I know I have to leave
And I know this may mean, I'll wake with a cry of sorrow, and a mad scream
Because the dream was about you and me, and I know this may seem
That I haven't drawn the line, and cut at the seam
But I'm quite keen to say, the dreams help me breathe
When I wake, I think of the stars passed my ceiling
I'm concealed and conceded to what I'm still feeling
Because to me baby your were something special
Cause lady I'd drop everything, and not look at my schedule
A feeling so sentimental, You'd settle my life which was so stressful
Now I gotta do it with a paper and pencil, I best be careful
Cause my bestie's the devil, set on a level where I'll never be successful
Cause I'm about to booze girl, and about to lose her
Cause I'll ooze out and say those wrong words, and I know it won't work
And another knowing its worth, Cause I'm intoxicated
Cause I like my songs slow, I like my drinks strong
I like my walks long, I like my lights low
And I like my nights wrong, So I'm sitting back, so I could fade away
So I'm sitting here fading as I lay awake, Sitting faded thinking about my mistakes
Now I'm fadin' in, think of what I said "We should take a break"
The look in your eyes, I seen your heart ache, I seen your legs shake
I seen that this love wasn't fake, but at that age, aren't we supposed to make mistakes?
Just to learn from one another, and I knew that's when I really loved her
Because to be with you, I'd do something insane just to see you smile
I'd rearrange the stars so it said your name, I know it's crazy strange
But in my dreams I contain no ounce of pain, it's like things remained the same
But at this pace, I should be in front of your palace, I searched the depths
I even found Atlantis, Maybe I should steal your Christmas list
And be your personal Saint Nicholas
I know it's ridiculous, but you're my beauty miss
I know this is obvious I can't hold my emotion, I'm showing my sloppiness with in this ocean

Continue to part 2.

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Voices

This voice, it's scary, making me weary, and it's staring from under the staircase.
As it shares it's presence, it's essenece is venomous, it's horrendous...
I quiver and shiver as it whispers... "it's easier to die quicker"...
So as this demon starts surging in, my body starts burning and I feel my nervousness...
It's my nerves nervously hurting, my minds turning, i'm learning this is demonic conjuring...
Every night I feel it lurking, when it sees me it stops searching and, I feel it surfacing...
My wrecked soul is it's perfectness, I'm deaths encouragement....
But i'm already soulless, and it's permenant...
Cause I clash within my habits, and scream till I vanish
I'm just a tragic damaged empty canvas...
They say i'm just imagitive, but as I lay cold on this granite
I hear echo through my crafted canyons is...

This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?

I was sleeping and dreaming, silently screaming, while violently weeping..
and mildly feeling, that I was honestly grieving, and quitely greeting my anxiety's breathing
and ultimately it was wildly eating at who I was...
So as I lay lifeless, can't open my eyelids, i'm crying, my tongue i'm biting...
In the mirior i'm eyeless, but in my room i'm blinded by the lightning...
Why am I still trying, this demon will forever be rising...
it'll be him and I binding, him climbing, while i'm diving..
I stopped fighting, because drunk driving is a way for actual dying...
I don't have a direction, I've been hiding in my writings...
I can't sleep through screeches and slicing, it's frightening...
Oh the timing, the horizon, how am I still surviving
But my mind, heart and soul it's pricing, so i'm done dividing because of....

This voice is it calling, is it calling...
It's your choice, she said "take or let go"
Is it calling, when you're all alone
In your own sweet home..
Is it calling, this voice, is it calling...?