“Consumed”

“Consumed”

I’m consumed by passion

So all of my dreams will come true /

The nightmares are behind me

So all that I believe doesn’t seem to be untrue /

All that I conceive in my mind becomes reality without a doubt /

I’m blessed in abundance keep my feet on the ground

And keep my head in the clouds /

I’m confident yet remain humble as I’m being guided /

Overcome with delight and there’s no need to fight it /

Too excited, my fire ignites the whole landscape /

Quarantine positive thoughts and never let them escape /

Scars left over from the torture

But I’m not far from the fortunes /

Hustling all day, all week the pores are leaking endorphins /

High as a kite, high on life, died so many times feels like I have nine lives /

Push forward ‘til there’s nothing left in the tank, have to live right /

I have the will to fabricate favorable outcomes /

I’m a star that’s soaring in the Millennium Falcon /

My story’s based on true events

Of some smooth and not so smooth movements /
But, that only leaves room for improvement /

“Redeemed”

“Redeemed”

With every minute that passes I feel more redeemed

My beliefs are coming back to increase my self-esteem

My faith is strong enough that I can’t abandon it

I no longer feel stranded or disbanded

Floated when I should’ve drowned

I overcame the ego to stay grounded

The pursuit of happiness is bumpy

I shouldn’t be allowed to make assumptions

Exhale defeat and inhale hope

Feel so fresh and so clean like a hundred bars of soap

Now, back to reality and what it brings to the table

I‘ve made sure that all components are stable

The next level is sure to bring out the best in me

Thank my writing for rescuing me
Also thank the almighty for rescuing me 

“Positive Affirmations”

“Positive Affirmations”

Life can be funny, the sarcasm is poignant
One moment you’re sad, the other filled with enjoyment
Realize you control your own fate -
To a certain extent, but praise that which is great
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
One man’s poison is another man’s pleasure
The gift of free-will is not to be taken for granted
Get straight to the point, no need to be dramatic
Who decides the circumstances your dealt?
What differentiates success from a failure?
Always speak from the heart even if it’s hated
How come there are so many honorable vagrants?
Yet I always stay optimistic
Hoping the man upstairs is listening
Listens to my prayers because the gifts given are shared
I’m nothing without the power of the almighty
Never take positive affirmations lightly

“Cataracts”

“Cataracts”

Wings on an angel soar across the skies

While the horns of the beast attempt to cause a crisis

Various interpretations of what is righteous

Militants target the defenseless innocents

Above the turmoil lies magnificence

Even the hardest egos suffer from impotence

Every brilliance has a ceiling

Fear can’t be allowed in one’s appearance

Living in the moment results in emotions of the purest

Try to fathom if it’s real or pretend

Must defend the control center

The best operator can get into a fender-bender

Wreckage can be reconstructed

One can easily be abducted

But you must read between the lines of obstruction

Try to place emphasis of the true nemesis

Come to realize one’s absolute temperament

Tread the concrete contemplating the abstract
Visualize the light even through the cataracts 

“Mannequins”

“Mannequins”

Found the golden ticket, but I can only expose a snippet
All elections are rigged
Most ballots are counterfeit
All Politicians belong to the same tribe
They all commit the same war crimes
A game to intentionally explore minds
The victor’s been chosen ages ago
Welcome to the Skull and Bones and Illuminati show
I’m a philanthropist and an anarchist
I plan on making more moves than a mannequin
Quickly regained my sanity
Thought I’d lost all hope in humanity
There’s plenty of blame to go around
Whether you’re black, white, yellow or brown
I’m embracing all, I've never been a racist
We are all adjacent in this world of facelifts
Lately feel like I’ve been floating on a life raft
The current gets stronger, but I fight back
Time for sovereignty, we need a cleanse
If we don’t rebel we might as well be one of them
Preparing for the harvest as I await carnage
Knowing that the wrong people get pardoned
The gavel’s misplaced and passed on like a torch
Freedom flows through my veins and seeps through my pores

“Tomorrow Has To Be Better”

“Tomorrow Has To Be Better”

The dementia can make you pretentious
Many are a prisoner to modern inventions
Even though you crave them, you should avoid certain confections
Prone to infections, never throw stones over vengeance
Same things that can twist you like pretzels-
Are the same things that make you a stronger vessel
Endless potential, I’m hungry, but don’t have the proper utensils
Look to the sky and ask for the essential tools to get centered
Try to weather the storm and find the right trenches
The game impacts you whether you’re a starter or sitting on benches
Too many thoughts hang over my head like extensions
You shouldn’t get lost by assuming direction
You don’t have be behind bars to be in prison
Strong convictions mixed with contradictions
From one day to the next witness cataclysms
Even the furthest objects can have friction
Gratitude can be clouded overnight
A peaceful day is abruptly decayed when bombs fly
Take shelter until the dust settles
Because I know tomorrow has to be better

"Inferno"

“Inferno”

Trapped in a corner
Flames approaching
Thinking this it
Choking from the smoke inhalation
Eyes foggy
Starting to feel blind
Reminisce on the good times
Graduation seems likely
But, there’s still some fight in me
Speak to GOD politely
Asking for forgiveness
If I’m taking
Then so be it
I won’t question him
I’m a simple pedestrian
In this world of life
The roads are many
Some intersect
Sometimes there are signs
To redirect the path
Have to accept both
The good and accept the wrath
Was it arson?
Or was it a gas leak?
The heat increases
Getting harder to breathe
Seconds feel eternal
How did I come across this inferno?

“Going The Distance”

I’m the difference between stupid and stupendous

The difference between a master and an apprentice

I’ve been scattered and lost amongst disorder

But, life’s working out, there’s been a weight lifted off my shoulders

Extraordinary measures got me to glaring heights

Preparation was key to the necessary drive

Morals of legitimacy, nothing is given for free

Perform under pressure regardless of the contingencies

I’m inhabited by the genes of a near obsolete breed

If I say I’m the best it’s not fiction or conceit

Many buy into bullshit offers with limited options

Frigid results so they give into insipid concoctions

I’m systematically out for perfection or a near resemblance

I’m here to change the universe, or at least my universe before it’s ended

There’s nothing that could hinder my success

Telling you ahead of time so you’re not surprised when my assumptions are met  

A million thoughts inhibit my mind when idle time is drifting

So I keep busy until I’ve reached what was once in the distance 

“First Base”

Sometimes I got to get out of my own way

No such thing as a slow day, resist any foray

Life’s successes aren’t instant, it insists on foreplay

Buyer beware, a warranty is optional

Head in the clouds, I take the route with the most obstacles

The riches are worth the risk, much sweeter when reached

Keep a tight knit circle that’ll never be breached

The path is unclear, but I steer with confidence

Fires ignited all around, but I’m guided by providence

Insecurities thrown out the window

Learned to adapt to make the complicated simple

I don’t believe in luck, no such thing as being stuck

Shouldn’t hold on to what once was clutched

No better deterrent than your current situation

Determined to avoid making the same impatient mistakes

Only you should dictate the direction you take

Don’t rely on fate, but I have faith

Don’t take it for granted if you never had it in the first-place

How are you going to bring it home, if you can’t even get to first-base?

“The Canvas”

The canvas stands handsome, yet is untouched

A clean slate with the scrape of a brush

Give the painting substance with a resilient swipe

Flashes of brilliance some say are too bright

The lectures make more sense in the rain

The notes are soaked, but console through the pain

The thunder has an odd sense of calm

The skies are spontaneously drawn

Mildew in the next day’s newsletter

The bird won’t stop flying it will just lose feathers

The tides carry a load of buried treasure

Rise on new lands, is the visit for business or pleasure?

New acquaintances made due to common admiration

Financial gain subsides when you overlook ramifications

Gambling can be draining to the hand that wages

Left with nothing but that handsome frame 

“Correct”

I’m an architect and a rare artifact

Always impatient, heart’s racing like a heart attack
Pray to GOD to have this artist’s back
Remain humble through the hardest acts
Stay tested, they say geniuses are mad, I’m demented
Skill implemented in every sentence he thinks of
Searching for the missing link, moves are instinctive
Many levels of excellence in the present day
I’m in the kitchen baking Crème Brûlée
A chef of many delicacies, who’s better than me?
Want to feast on your loins competitively
A big teddy bear, confetti everywhere
Every day is blessed if you allow it to manifest
Daily lessons must be answered correct
Even if you falter, know and trust in the above

Don’t abandon ship, plug the holes with love

“1776”

Present a plethora of scenarios,

A burning chariot running through your stereo,

Headset in limbo, won’t partake in your fairytales,

A man on a mission, your commission and emissary failed,

I’m nonnegotiable, pawn my social and dissipate from the grid,

Sick of being taxed, government making up for their slack with a vig,

What happened to 1776?

Plenty of tricks pulled from under their sleeves,

A new order’s conceived,

The indigenous people’s refrain from attempt’s to retrieve,

Gun powder shot through barrels from the hands of cowards,

Flowers for tombstones of men that fought for mixed signals in clouds,

Puppeteers dance while strings cut loose,

Present a puppet that’s obtuse,

While preaching about a burning bush

“Succubus…The Cure”

Feeling like I need a fix,

Heart ain’t broken, but I’m hoping for a momentary glitch

Actions contradict what I think /

Addicted to her kiss,

Fiendin’, seems like I’m leaning towards the abyss /

Looking forward to instant bliss,

Even if for a brief moment I’d take the risk /

She frees my endorphins, instigates a metamorphosis /

She has a morbid sense of humor, twisted like a contortionist /

The intercourse is priceless /

Attracted to any crisis /

The type to leave you stranded without reason /

Yet I’d Travel from the Pacific to the Atlantic in any season /

No tease, straight to the point,

No need for cheese to get to the cow’s tenderloin /

She doesn’t indulge in compliments or coin /

Exchange ideas, she makes you feel wise /

You better get them copyrighted before the ink dries /

Wicked adventures,

Waking up twisted as pretzels /

This one you cannot stencil /

She’s gone in a second like poof,

A witch with no broom /

It’s too late once her elixir’s consumed /

No anecdote,

The best that you can hope for is doom /

She just wants enough to quench the thirst /

She preys on the weak that seek to get purged /

I am told I am different, I am of significance /

But the moment I show self-discipline, I am no longer sufficient /

She prefers to wreak havoc on those that won’t regain innocence /

Am I free to come and go as I please? /

While you spread your plague I contemplate retreat /

I may not be here when you return,

I’ve found the cure for this disease /

“Ratchet/Commercial”

Using words like ratchet, that’s just flat-out unattractive

And if we ain’t fucking…

Then what’s the point in listening to your racket?

It seems nowadays this is the type of music that’s poppin’

I’ll bite, kill all their mics and get off, Johnny Cochran

It seems sophistication is not an option

I’m out of options, it’s about time I just make it

Should I shift gears or give in to product placement?

Can’t listen to current airwaves

DJ’s carelessly playing dead weight

Get thrown curve balls, it’s hard to keep my head straight

All these curved drawers keep my head straight

Lovely lady gets on her paws, but make sure she’s not intoxicated, I’m fair-play

Forget the foreplay and climb the stairs until you reach the top of the staircase

But using ratchet in every other sentence is gruesome

I’m not amused, I’ve blown a fuse trying to comprehend, but what’s the use?

Plus you start adding other words that don’t make sense, I’m just confused

The bae? Are you referring to ‘Frisco?

All I hear is insults and how they’re loading up missiles

I guess everyone is carrying pistols

Everyone claims to be a criminal selling dope

I just sit back and keep my words moving like envelopes

I need a brain to go along with this centerfold

Are you ratchet on your Snapchat?

Are you ratchet because you have a tramp-stamp?

If you’re so ratchet then where’s your man at?

“Candidates”

I could sell the shit out of anything!

Floating like a butterfly and armed with a deadly sting
I bring cool shit to the table
While they string cheese together and feed you fables
Can’t place a label on me, I’m here to leave behind the impact of a creator, believe…
Believe in a greater power that allows me to build concrete towers
Withstand meteor showers
Why does the media waste hours?
Eradicated many views, but it’s time to state ours
Distasteful material I vomit, not worth the profit
It’s absurd, but people cop it
No co-pilot in my cockpit
I’m confident in my abilities
Don’t compliment me, just mimic me
Vibe out and picture the design vividly
Candidates hand out laminates for blind support
Corruption where votes are ghost, promote false reports
Can’t be fought in court, it’s all a show
Do you understand what I’m saying?
It’s like a séance, I’m speaking to man that’s decayed or decaying
Praying for a better tomorrow, but I put in the work for countless hours
Got goals to accomplish
Shut myself off from the world like I’m Amish
Paying no homage to these amateurs because they sabotage their own diameter

“Rampart”

What an offensive philosophy

Officer get off of me, there will be no colonoscopy
Weren’t you trained to investigate properly?
These atrocities separate race like apostrophes
No drugs found on my physical or in my residence
False imprisonment, witnesses recording could result in dividends
No signs of evidence, but I’m face down on the sediment
Your partner’s looking at me with sentiment
Bad cop, good cop
Can’t wait to carve into your division like wood shop
What makes you credible? You’re human like I am
Extort prostitutes and taking bribes while hiding behind the siren
Latinos and blacks with no chance to counterattack, race card
Resisting arrest, pleading no contest to the fake charge
No funds for an attorney, the public defender’s a rookie
Innocent until proven guilty, but I’m headed straight for booking
Video clips all over the news
There’s a chance to pursue a lawsuit
Psychological damage to add to the bruises
When the EMT’s arrived at the scene they thought I might need a transfusion
Bloodier than a tampon

Another day within the division of Rampart

“Trending”

What's up with all this nonsense? (I’m hearing)

Same topics are constant, they need to step up their content

Do I need to keep it simple like they’re imbeciles?

I'm liberal grammatically

If you can't comprehend me I will explain it gradually

I'm not trying to sound condescending

Just trying to understand all this garbage that's trending

Basic material, all styles are adjacent

I guess a little recognition makes you complacent

In a compromised place

I guess the monotonous is an acquired taste

No batteries required when the fires misplaced

I get it, you have to capitalize since the future’s uncertain

I remain determined to make a change even if burdened

We’re on the opposite sides of the spectrum

I didn’t choose this gift, I was selected

I don’t write about hoes, guns or fast cars

But, if I did I would run circles around them like NASCAR

I would describe getting dome from the finest feline

Showing up the competition as I stroll away throwing up the peace sign

“Poltergeist”

When the future seems bleak

You have to be discrete and consume the weakness

The ego floats and carries you straight to the deep end

Stay afloat in a frequent search for a beacon

You find yourself speaking to yourself questioning what is felt

Emotions can be stealth

The subconscious acts on the cards that are dealt

Some linger on the edge while others summon from another realm

The energy must remain intact, in fact the energy must overwhelm

It must ward off the succubus, fluids or substance

Guard the circumference and abstain from rambunctious functions

Still shower in will-power

Stay consistent or the momentum will cower

State the truth

Living transparent and don’t question proof

Remain on your side of the spectrum, don’t expect a truce

Business suits and recruits alike, anyone can pay the price

Ample ammo to prevent a heist

Won’t give in to threats of a poltergeist 

“Soul Mate”

Tan skin with a deep voice

Typing on your keyboard

The friend zone was a decoy

 I'm ready to deploy --- into the war zone

Rearrange your hormones

Our exchanges are informal

I engage your torso --- like a physical

Excavate your labia for minerals

It’s a mystical location

I think I just might pursue this vocation

Urging you to become my permanent patient

Doc Hank Moody, truly here to stay

Always lure me in the way you wear lingerie

You don’t have to be nude for me to get active

My imagination has me seeing through fabric

A couple of encounters while we’re sitting in traffic

Public  situations, in the rain on mud

This is lust, not love, but there’s trust, no glove

We have the occasional role play

And never discuss topics like soul mates

Nothing’s off limits, love to watch her face grimace

A mutual respect, we connect until we both finish 

“Irony”

A drowning man smiled on his way down

Holding onto an electric guitar hoping to hear his final sounds

A sequoia tree collapsed with no one around to assist

The tree thought to itself, “this is the most beautiful gift”

Eternal existence was not for either entity

Both most certainly witnessed something menacing

A racecar driver crashed and burned during the last turn

He survived the crash and said, “why the need for this urn?”

After recovering for weeks he decides to walk the streets

A drifting drag racer loses control and takes the man without being seen

 A witness in protection from the cartel is in great danger

Nearly escaping demons he’s gun down by a border patrol ranger

The bridge is wide and we’re fighting for funds

The most civilized man will lunge forward for crumbs

No irony, just reality at its finest

The globe shows love and protection through violence

“Balance”

Equal parts intelligence, place equal parts into a bowl

Equal parts universal that neutralizes my soul

I never stress that which I can’t control

The formula didn’t compose overnight

It takes observation to impose foresight

My thoughts are the remnants of a melting pot

I cross the T’s and reveal the dots

It’s an easy process to think outside the box

Take the initiative to water dying crops

Impulsive behavior can become greatness

There must be a balance between the attic and basement

Illusions are the truth from a different dimension

Too strong for many so the world offers many forms of prevention

I take the good with the bad there’s no two ways about it

I tread a narrow path to stay away from the crowded

The birth of a prominent figure that has no filter

I don’t fear to say what I think because this is my motion picture 

“The Boxer/Champion”

When you’re hungry you don’t sleep at all

See Goliath and watch him fall at the hands of the guy who wants it more

What’s the purpose in keeping score?

I was victorious before I walked through the door

Adrenaline sweating through my pores

I’m an animal and a carnivore

Taking the title regardless of the sport

A one man army taking over the fort

Killing opponents I should have a stake in the morgue

Excel at my craft just ‘cause I’m bored

Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t afford

When you’re hungry you don’t think about food

You ain’t a badass just ‘cause you’re up to no good

You ain’t a badass ‘cause you grew up in the hood

Don’t need a gun to fire off at my targets

We could go toe to toe to see who hits the hardest

You’ll be sleeping on the canvas, I’m the knock out artist