B-boy stance with a meditative glance that can lead a crowd to dance entranced. Get your will and testaments in case of spontaneous combustion occurs in advance. There’s light in my veins and sound waves in my blood rushing to heal all my cousins. Something from the proverbial nothing. Add it up and still get nothing. A king’s unjust when he’s just. Ain’t that something? Who needs bear hugs? Fuck a Teddy Ruxpin. Robots aren’t friends. What are we discussing? Who follows the trends? You’re all “it depends” on wearing depends if it were a trend. Don’t fucking pretend. Hurd mentality. Absurd with vanity. Blurred in banality and salaries.Animism is the wisdom needed for the ism schism. Get it together and break out of the mental prison. Enlightenment is understanding the duality in every single thing that springs forth reverts back to the plurality. In fact it never left. Nevertheless it’s all a mess. Having stuff isn’t indicative to being blessed. The god in the Old Testament gives me stress. If that’s what inspires your addiction to treasure chests then you’re a fucking simian who’s easily impressed, by extraterrestrials on a quest to exploit resources for their own interest. Walking the Sahara and coming upon a spring. Secret knowledge in the way the brook sings. Searching for oasis to build bases / all the while I smile misleading that I’m in stasis. Don’t judge a comic by who colors or who traces. What else can I say that won’t dismay? Balance is walking on the sun to shade. No, I listen to Bublé as much as I listen to Maxwell, Gaye and Sade, but hey. To each their own clone as part of the initiation. G nome privatization with virus inhalation. Off topic like lost rocket firmament prophets. This will not help mall profits, but my fans know Coptic and don’t need to pass the food court to cop ticks. I don’t think that I should even drop this. Ayo Muddy should I stop this? Cuz I’ll still be able to top this after I jump ship and time starts to rot this. Get your leftover bread to sop it with tear droplets.

1- On lsd. Trying to peek out the window for shooting meteor heaps. A few years after PR my feelings on the subject we're deep. Like where do they came from and now I can’t sleep. There was the time over the palmetto, Miami. A black UFO witnessed by a family. So on this night I felt something weird. Like I was being called to wake up. Like being steered. Sat up, walked, put on my gear and looked up in amazement and fear. Single tear. 2- Potencia. Philosophy. Inteligencia. Separation from earthly nadas. Space dimentia. Men are stupid y las mujeres son necias. Only thing that belongs here are bestias. Escape escape. No red tape. No sex tape. No date rape. No hate hate. It's all love. I’ll keep my head up defiantly towards mars. From my within these bars create stars with planets with no jails, no bars and no cars. No red carpet stars. Believe the believable and logic will be the keys to them locks them locks them locks. These white socks are filthy underneath. Filthy from trekking miles upon these city streets. Miami knows the name. Sev Star. Cali feels the flame from afar and now the country's ajar. / Open a mind and in time they will find all the time to open even more minds and the more minds the merrier I find. The collective conscience is viral divine by design.

She loves me. She love me not. the counting petals has stopped. If she's not with me I rot. My heart beats just to stop. Can't catch a break in this mess. Yet she's the best I confess. Lately she treats me like shit. Pinks the color of slips that have you begging n shit. I keep my head up n shit but I get headaches n shit. Survival. Game of the fit. Survive or watch time slip. Right through your balled up fists. Get everything on your list. Just make sure you persist. And to hell with the risks. Some reach enlightenment bliss. Some die alone, penny less and she kept laughing away. She's cold even in may. Be bold and shell stay. She'll be warm in a way. I mean there's still sunny days. You know like children at play who still don’t worry bout age. Something that you can replay (2x) forever plus one day. What the hell else can I say? I'll ride past her way and tell her ashante. Just Like Before 12 years in / and we're kissing / like it was then. / The letters you'd send / about your other men. / The post card I mailed / about my date fails. / Books on the holy grail and working for Metrorail. / Missing each other so / until 2 months in a row. / Together summer flowed. / Away you went again / and I lost my best friend. / 1 year later / the love was much greater. / At that bistro / with that nerdy waiter. / The Everglades yo / with the blind alligator.

I write because I want you to know her shine. I write because she doubts my love in her mind. (Echoed) I can’t blame her. She knows that I did mine. She knows that some will go back to committing the crime. How do I explain to her it’s different this time? How do I prove to her that out of the muck I climbed? That she’s a shrine and I’m Indy trying to find / a place in the museum of The Last Dime In My Mind. / Cuz she’s divine. A demigoddess fine. We share commonalities like pyramids aligned. (Echoed) There’s no doubt that we were feeling the same signs, but are the signs examples of why we should combine? She had a family and so did I at the time. Never knew that combining them was such a grind. She’s a hustler and I find / that I need to respect the way her mind finds a way to redesign. She’s more G than me. She’s more free than me. She cancels all of the disease in me and she will be / a guide when I’m in need of new focus. A prophet who will always warn me of the locust. Out of all the women I’ve cared for she’s the dopest. First is the love for my daughter, but she’s the closest. Maybe one day our children quote this. I guess I now know that was the reason I wrote this. Something to reach out in the dark times. A lighthouse in a storm surge to disembark minds. My port is your port. Never the end or last resort and I report to the all consort.(echoed) Como cuernos en un caballo Magia

(Park jam!) / Met her through my man Sams sister / helping with a blister / from rocking new kicks. / Sam started to diss her. / Yo she was so thick / so I ran to assist her. / (Purple Nike Cortez) / Daddy got a fortrezz / but she’s here nevertheless. / Chilling bare feet. / (Summertime love on the streets.) / Fly, sweet / eyes meet / mine// Now she’s whispering in my ear / about drinking her first beer / and working downtown with her prima as cashiers. / Told her I wrote raps, she started to peer. / She was in that fresh Boom Bap and came near / to hear / the hit in my headphones ear to ear. / To think I had the worst year this year / and now Summer’s in high gear. / She ended up asking ME to the premier. / (Cheers!) / (Transfixed) / to chick so intelligent and slick / (Transfixed) / Latina cutie with the lips I gotta kiss. / (It’s bliss!) / I’m at the point of no return with miss! / (what’s this?!) / If I’m dreaming don’t pinch. / Paper route ensured I could take her out. / Pop corn, soda after baking out- / side in the ride and now we’re making out. / Movie was hella wack now we’re breaking out. / I might just be in love / or maybe it’s just a buzz, / but I don’t want to go back to the way it was. / I’m in to everything she does. / Uptown for Downtown, all love. / My boys clown and say that I’m whipped. / They laugh cuz I don’t refer to her as a bitch. / They say she’s not one us cuz she’s rich, / but knowing her is knowing that she doesn’t give a shit about grip. / She’s so refreshing they’re jealous for a sip. / Seasons change the unprepared and well equipped. / Turn around and eventually school those pricks / on how to let Summer help you escape the bricks. / (Transfixed) / to chick so intelligent and slick / (Transfixed) / Latina cutie with the lips I gotta kiss. / (It’s bliss!) / I’m at the point of no return with miss! / (what’s this?!) / If I’m dreaming don’t pinch. /