hazy eyes gave way to these crazy times, wasteful lives and a taste for crime but i hold my head up above the water leave things unsaid and i'll deny the father, too much bloodshed causing the sky to faulter, split cracked wide open in two, i bit tacks high hopin it was you but no, just another sound consciousness likes to make, another bound by the frauds breath in snakes, another downed by the fraud shepherd's ways, i nod to the leper's fate, a sod waiting for the better days, and nobody should ever have to say "oh well it's just god's way". it's just odd faith, just old ways, just the old days and i've grown up, under the bodhi tree jesus was shown up, blown up by truth, so save your fairy tales for the christian youth, i'll stick to the bliss in truth because the bible may be the dick that fits in you but i kick it true, because what they do should sicken you!

i hate that this could turn me into someone i'd promised myself i'd never be.

you were right, i'm a piece of shit, but i hope we're friends.

idiocy takes over literacy, up to infinity, an it's up in my vicinity,
it's all fillin me with rage, mtv takin the world back to a degenerate state,
of false idols on the mic, screen, an up in my face,
you'd think with information we'd have come to a place, where knowledge was placed over distraction,
and a better life would have been put into action, but now the world's a stage and everybody's actin,
i'm on the internet blastin to try and deal with my passion,
but these cat's think bein stupid's got attraction,
cause intelligence only leads to depression when you realize you're powerless
so you only need your posessions the things that you need to cower with,
so retreat back into cookie cutter, cause i make rookies stutter,
only thing i put on toast is thc butter i been rollin' dem bats and they call me a nutter,
kids get the wrong yankees hats and think you gotta be a cutter
but this is wrong so you gotta look back to the 80's
and the songs that they played without stacks or no gravy
without celebrities makin' they life an act like the bradys
heath ledger foamin at the mouth like he got rabies
lil wayne makin vocoded songs for the ladies
shitty rhymes, shitty beats, all fuckin made by a baby
ask me if i rape and it's never a maybe
i wouldn't listen to that faggot if you paid me


the rise of the book starved man sparked the death of eloquence
without having to look hard you can spot the last breath of intelligence
fuming the last puff of hot smoke curling into the sky
looming fast and rough fading forever destined to die
as material posession became the only object of your eye
a puff to my head makes mind body soul connect and i fly
religious leaders keep us focused always saying the end is nigh
political leaders keep us focused always filling heads wit lies

but always try to move out and get a view from the top
cause they'll always try to faze you get the ideas to stop
but the beauty is that ya ideas are bulletproof
in the event that it ever has to come down to the skull and tooth
and i been pullin truth, threadin it through every single line
firin it off spittin in tempo 4/4 time
i make towers fall with just the force of my mind
i make gods disappear with just the course of my rhyme
so send out the hit and i'll kill it just fine
end the stupidity and we can get back to a time
when people were celebrated for the power of a mind
and to one another people were just expected to be kind
and an interesting person just wasn't hard to find
and they could know the time
know the rhyme
know the mind

so, although there's all the bells and whistles, new tricks and all that shit, the city is practically the same, and the game takes about half the amount of time. i beat it in less than 2 days. weak sauce.

most people look forward to that one or two days a week they get to be inebriated, but i look forward to the one day a week that i'm sober.

amount of money owed to the visa corporation:$2165.87
amount of times i owed over half my paycheque to a dealer:too many
amount of money in my bank account:$1.88
amount of times i picked up 50 candy for 200$ and never made my money back: 2
amount of money spent on drugs in the past year: approximately $13000
Teaching yourself a long hard lesson: priceless.

and so, notsurprisingly, the habs shit on the flames last night. what a good day.

day 3. feelin good. it's been pretty easy to control myself, 'cept today i found a roach in my room, and it took some serious will power not to smoke it, but my sleeping schedule is getting back to normal, serotonin levels are going back to normal, starting to dream again(that is while sleeping and in the waking metaphorical sense), and getting the idea that maybe i don't need to swed. i'm glad i got to the point of frustration with pills that i just don't really want to do them anymore, the high is just such an plastic feeling, artificial happiness that i don't need. i've seen a lot of my friends go down that road way farther than need be, and i've seen the consequences, and it's just really not for me. E is fun, don't get me wrong, i had some awesome experiences with a lot of my best buddies, but the hangover is worse than anything you'll experience, save heroin, so i'll stick to my weed, say fuck drinking, and fuck hard drugs. Moderation is always key though. I'm so glad that i am away from the pretense of the scene, just chillin with the good friends that count. lets just give an AYO to Adam, MVS, niblett, all my dealers, arndt and related crew, TRAVIS MOTHERFUCKING PALMER, b-hamilton, rich, joda, that yankee i guess, lindsey, the peeps at the beach blazin and mixin my album, geoff gibbs, azn, and all related kids from dem groups, you guys is mah nigguhs.

She say that she still wants a friendship
She can't live her life without me as a friend
I can't figure out why I give a damn to what she wants
I don't understand the now before the then
Most of this garbage I write that these people seem to like
Is about you and how I let you infect my life
And if they got to know you, I doubt that they would see it
They'd wonder what I showed you how you could leave it
A friend in Chicago said that I should stay persistent
If I stay around I'm bound to break resistance
Fuck you Lucy for defining my existence
Fuck you and your differences

Ever since I was a young lad with a part-time dad
It was hard to find happiness inside of what I had
I studied my mother, I digested her pain
And vowed no women on my path would have to walk the same
Travel like sound across the fate ladder
I travel with spoon to mix this cake batter
And I travel with feels so I can deal with touch
It's like that, thank you very much, fuck you very much!


And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love


Fuck the "what happened?", I got stuck
They can peel pieces of me off the grill of her truck
Used to walk with luck, used to hold her hand
Fell behind then played the role of a slower man
I want to stand on top of this mountain and yell
I want to wake up and break up this lake of hell
I feel like a bitch for letting the she twist me up
The last starfighter is wounded, time to give it up
On a pick it up mission, kept it bitter
Gettin' in a million memories just to forget her
The difficulty in keepin' emotions controlled
Cookies for the road, took me by the soul
Hunger for the drama, hunger for the nurture
Gonna take it further, the hurt feels like murder
Interpret the eyes, read the lines on her face
The sunshine is fake, how much time did I waste?
Fuck you Lucy for leaving me
Fuck you Lucy for not needing me
I wanna say fuck you because I still love you
No, I'm not okay, and I don't know what to do

And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
(Yes, yes it is)
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love

Do I sound mad? Well I guess I'm a little pissed
Every action has a point, five points make a fist
You close 'em, you swing 'em, it's hurts when it hits
And the truth can be a bitch, but if the boot fits
I got an idea: You should get a tattoo that says "Warning"
That's all, just a warning, so the potential victim can take a left and save breath,
And avoid you, sober and upset in the morning
I wanna scream, "Fuck you Lucy!"
But the problem is I love you Lucy
So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another
While you think about how you used to be my lover

And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
And everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love
Everyone in his life would mistake it as love

"It leave never would you, you show could I If"

idiocy takes over literacy, up to infinity, an it's up in my vicinity,
it's all fillin me with rage, mtv takin the world back to a degenerate state,
of false idols on the mic, screen, an up in my face,
you'd think with information we'd have come to a place, where knowledge was placed over distraction,
and a better life would have been put into action, but now the world's a stage and everybody's actin,
i'm on the internet blastin to try and deal with my passion,
but these cat's think bein stupid's got attraction,
cause intelligence only leads to depression when you realize you're powerless
so you only need your posessions the things that you need to cower with,
so retreat back into cookie cutter, cause i make rookies stutter,
only thing i put on toast is thc butter i been rollin' dem bats and they call me a nutter,
kids get the wrong yankees hats and think you gotta be a cutter
but this is wrong so you gotta look back to the 80's
and the songs that they played without stacks or no gravy
without celebrities makin' they life an act like the bradys
heath ledger foamin at the mouth like he got rabies
lil wayne makin vocoded songs for the ladies
shitty rhymes, shitty beats, all fuckin made by a baby
ask me if i rape and it's never a maybe
i wouldn't listen to that faggot if you paid me
so save me, cause i've had more than enough of this shit
autotuned vocals makin' them top 40 hits
but i make real raps and i ain't never gonna quit
and i make real braps run and gunnin and ain't never gonna sit