Everyone wants to be a hero but nobody wants to go to war. But if you find yourself there, looking down the pious' barrel of grandiosity, rip off the Band-Aids, the bandages, the Scotch tape and TP, pick and pull the scabs and create scars, open up old wounds, deny cold compress and comfort and let the bruises creep like watercolors,split yourself wide open and expose your weakest point. Your Center. Drain yourself, bleed out and leave a trail of reminders, rubble and blood as your bread crumbs, never forget where you came from but forgive yourself. Scrape and chip at the cracks and crevices and create and coax the fault lines, hit rock bottom and dig, excavate, peel back the layers and separate and disconnect and self destruct. Dynamite your way to hell, take your darkest secrets and your fears and your flaws and your fetishes and your addictions and your depravities, You take all the Bad and the Ugly and make them 6 News, spot light them, make them the center of dinner conversations if need be, tattoo the stratosphere and post the bills with your stigmas and stains. These are not weapons for others to use anymore, they're owned. Now the only pride and fear you have in your life is the very absence of both. That is true freedom, that is when progress is nothing but inevitable! Destroy the word secret and vulnerability and the weaknesses that once defined and denied you seem to kind of slough away and what once held you down now propels you, it catapults you to the sky to burst fray and fry among the stars, the bright blue burst of brilliance lives light years past our physical form. Eternal. You are immortal for the lesson learned, spoken and heard. Your experiences and your perseverance over hardships and mistakes, the fucking trudging through man, those relentless actions, well, they create the evolution from knowledge to wisdom, from passing to permanently perpetual. Nobody lives forever, but what we create and teach and show will. The memories that we leave people will be who we are forever. Our moments will piggyback on the words spoken forever through the echoes of chalkdust and chatter of teachers and students and it's then that our lives are presented as an accident or example. You must not give in, you must give hell. -Myles Brawner, October 10th, 2018. He shared this and added “If you know someone struggling make sure they know they have people in their corner. I love you, try and make someone smile today, YOU try to smile today too, hope you guys enjoy…” Indeed brother, Indeed.

Time and again, rise in the morning and ride in the wind, find me asleep at the wheel, fine me or keep me completely at heel, pre-vent me to be out, I’m still mounting up with rejects, keep shit concealed repent or the dream getting killed, but the cream i spilled i plead isn’t real yeah… pull some bitch off the heap woke up to them, how the ass he went deep and the last thing i remember is not the beach, but the fact I shoulda been in out at least several times, bit my lip and my tongue been a bit over blitzed, been a drip of blood spliffs and blunts, left the shit in the freezer my homeboy Dave rip me off and i’m pleased to announce We aint got no soul, we aint got no morals, and we aint got food for thought, we aint got shit for real and we aint got god cuz we shoot to kill, yeah we aint shit for real we aint got shit for real we aint got no god, cuz we aint no gods could i be a god, am i this close, would I walk around in these clothes? should I cock the cowards with pistols, no hour relents abysmal, repent or cower this is my shower, this is the shit me and Cat gonna deflower, fuck bitch, run fists inside the hymen, line men up and find the power, Should I rap like I’m a father? no. should I laugh if my own daughter hoes, would my son be smart enough to hate me if i did half of the shit i pose or I wrote, i suppose I did that for warning i’m supposed to lid that forewarning I oppose the shit I do only the pitiful fools would find this rewarding

so cut with the non sense, roll up, nickel plated and sawed, writs so fucked, bitch, a dog will acknowledge, those mutts stick a bone in the oddest, holes but still atone for the modest, so what if I don’t go to college, I got after it, I mighta had a stint, but now I’m tracking the sole of my heart, it’s hard, I gotta know my part, I oughta show my emotions are more than art, I wanna grow, but I’ve only been aboard this car, for a moment, how we know who we are, if who we are is all a part of movement, cuz time aint equipped to decide or prove it, i spent all my life trying to find my youth, inside a long line of failures and private feuds, know that aint the book i wrote, no matter the past or the path i took, go back, aint a crook i know, so bad had my whole damn past life shook, but we did things, aint the prison ranks, a piss stain, messed with the risk and ill behaved, still the realest, when my kids are in the same room as yours they gonna know the bills are paid I could walk this thing to the edge by the book bring y’all down with me leave no traces by the brook but the peace is in the madness but the peace is in the madness but the peace is all the madness so I stay there and drop a hook signs of the times, old man lost his shine I ain tryna die, i’m tryna provide for mine and find a way to get by, but the peace is all the madness and the madnes is the pattern and if my dad couldn’t break it then how can I aint gonna lie, it’s the first in years I wrote, taking time off, my balance aint off, talents stay strong, talons are sharpened and half ya crayons, are past the cray, lots of trash to prey on, the canvas is graphic, the masses lame duck, can’t stay shut up in the rain, I gotta ruffle a feather, i gotta bring em the pain, the fella with anger just a matter of time, before I’m hella sickened by the cancer growing in minds, i cant explain and I’ve tried like McCain and died, wonder if the mumbling is why I try to make it while I’m, half in the grave, the stacks are already in the pavement, wax hasn’t came to the same temp, to harden the lameshit, artists have came with, farthest apart i have felt from the main, since the cracks in the vein, needle tracks, like an acidic brain came with itty bitty paths, and the steps were attacking the last one to get in the ring, and the methods to catch it were platinum springs, let that sink in, and the last to the shore is a tragic beacon, the storm is over, but ya heels are deep in concrete and your hold on the game is weakened i’m back in it, thumb tack, enamor these tracks like BNE, in league with hammer, it’s the way that I pound or the way that I move, or the way I’ve elevated over water to groove, a new ridge in the wax, i am cool as a mantis, wrist like i slapped these kids to past tense, this lavish, ric flair and sabbath, smooth as a classic riff doing damage if this isn’t G, yo the next is an F, and the best I can B isn’t Eazy, it’s dead, and he didn’t even appear in the creds as the weakest of them, even Logic or Em, are ahead of the men tion of who coulda bested….Kendrick been on par with the avereage, let’s give him a star, and a badge, it’s the least we can do, for this marvelous bastard if that is the bar, i’m a weld me a necklace, put my chin ups, hard to perfect it, and i’m backwards trying to pretend, the immediate team isn’t really a trend, it’s the media, no it’s a tedius bend towards the medium, it’s the realiziation of men, and we are a mess, see a lot of em dead, I’m off in the head, I could talk but instead I’ma..

STILL too many fucking humans in my area, all you with mass hysteria, cull you without malaria, nature is to assault you like it’s barium, the aryan embarrassment, a cardigan, it’s nancy how you wearin them, a fancy terror plan, Herrer heir to amsterdamn, there to share the cash in hand when paralegals at the stand, Jack a pair of eagles stabbed, apparently the regal haven’t had enough of feeding off the effort of the people you want to fist em all, pistol resolve is visual, christians they best believe that my creed is strong as adonis and they lacking all the knowledge, admonish the gods of progress, I promise that i will never stop myself from walking tallest i put a minute in, a minute out, unless i’m meditating, i’m medicating and filled with doubt, yeah, i’m mainly minister of my own shroud, a dead man walking bearing my sins through the quiet crowd drop the towel down, reveal the double pump, lift up the shotty leaving bodies in a folded lump, you think i’d ever walk disgraced no matter what I faced? I’ll fucking own my shit, but judgment, naw it aint your place find the grit and chew my tooth to gum, you never heard my words or sentence, you a buddhist’s son i keep on grinding, wear you down you getting bruised and numb the cruelest one, it’s two for one, who let me choose the gun that’s a mistake, i crystallize and brake your rules and fun, i came to wake your christian eyes and make you lose your lunch, i aint a saint, so is this lie a way to prove your dumb, i’d say it aint, but if the slipper takes, then put it on look at who I’ve become, some cola, ice and rum is all i need to keep my quota showin up, nice and warm, i should be fighting some, i should be writing more, i showed up silent, but the siren coulrd entice the storm i’d do anything to make it pop, but i’m still comfortable up under this wonderful rock, i wanna be the most known unkown, i wanna be deadmaus and rock a helmet on the dome couple 40’s, bring the police he’s outta control, suffer more, these social animals, pounce on the road, something sordid, feast immorally, countless of souls, the way that god i ntended, i am a mountain of hope fresh like winter stank, get me heated releasing molecules, the filthy ranks split the flanks, missile tanks, ripple in the wake, still awake, got some pills to take, i got some skills like frank watch the missus break, stop the storm too late, risky play, bodies torn away, the isthmus sank, sit and pray, this is great, spit in face for bitches sake the riches whisked away for business pleasure, hit the bank this a measure, silk endeavors, built to hold but no one treasure could come close to owning up to when the pleasure’s cold, i take the animus into my soul, i wait for no one, because the pascifist lives in a hole, it’s great to know ya but they could never keep me out the cave if i go psycho, might go geico, i’m so brendan frase, er i’m like in a maze meant for the mechanations might get lost, if i’m the cause of this, then i’m mistaken i lay the pall and sure I wheeze the juice i pun with tony hinchliffe, my shit is not refused ya got something to prove, i oughta wish you well bionic fist into your chest, will make your tissue swell

V1 crush everybody, ruckus an Earthquake, thrush in the throat, discussed with my birthweight, lush actual, i’m viscous, the surf breaks quick to the point, my discus and nerves ache burn the vampire, well’s how i serve steak work the campfire, y’alls don’t deserve cake walk up, umpire, balls and a firm shake harrassing the boss, accosted the workplace stay timid, this is your worst case same impetus with which I incur hate say limited things, bitch ya weren’t made first rate, ignorant sayings are your birthplace take wordplay, then reverse fate tame muthafucka bang on the first date, y’all perverse and came up with ways to make ya lame asses seem like ya earn praise take a bat to to ya nerds face, tight jean wearing, gas ya like 3rd bass, might leave y’all embarrassed, absurd taste, y’all arrogance rest in the bird cage, V2 i write rhymes in pitch blackness, and seize mufuckas with the finest relaxants, you all lack sense, enemy combatants, been telling weak competitors to relish these advancements you gettin banished, you on the banned list, you know the band, no you bland, kid you vanish, bid you anguish, abandonment, languish in panics, attack while you pray like a mantis the wrong creature, i’m raw like my features are drawn from the thoughts of a monster, at least who are strong and the positive piece is the ether i long to return to and tease me a reaper (Burns) i write rhymes in sick madness the baddest of life while you stop like an asterisk exuded by you is the tool of the few to confuse all the true but you don’t like the truth so you hide while your hyde, jekyl rides the divide do you try, is it easier to slide up inside of the lie that you keep in your pocket rock rockets inside of your eye socket i’m hot like a front page model, you not shit i’m zsa zsa, in gaza’s throttle do not strip you’re like a hemingway novel, liver twist drink like its’s sand in a bottle, you’re not quick V3 stole the breath out your chest like a cold wind going in, blow a load on a ghost’s chin, all grin, confident tall and slim, talk shit like I was born in a field or a hog pin got a rock on my shoulder a boulder, i’m cochran, the glove don’t fit, bitch i’m walking in your hood, start watching, round your neck, of the woods, pullin up like i’m stocking knick your neck, pulling up like you’re starks at the line that’s a threat that you’ll choke, and the patience is mine pace doing fine, heart race if your basic, this is the place I divine case it and wait for the crime, lay in the cut like a virus, biding my time, trying to fight the infection, when it climbs up the spine, and your mind in dimensions, of dementia, if the weapons i’m reppin are crenshaw, the inception, intelligent, mensa and the buddhist are bourgeois, backwards agenda

maybe I thought for a second, i won’t ever rep with another or find this accepted, maybe i thought that my father rejected me, the thought seems a bit laughable, tragically i can’t ask him a thing, no i’m mortal, the past I ignore, but that trash isn’t cordial, no formal apology kid, cuz the way i was raised it’s the best i could give ya, now it’s gone in the midst, and i don’t blame him for the shit that i did, or the way that I am, cuz it made me a man and demanded i came up and maybe it gave my emotions a handcuff, lately i’ve had some trouble adapting, and asking is passive aggressive, can’t stress this enough, i am not calling out, i’m just testing the message, it’s all therapy here, airing my thoughts, maybe truth will appear, maybe not, maybe this is a plot, maybe this is a lot for some drunken writing to cure, maybe god’s in the mirror with a handgun, save me a beer i’ll be nearly abandoned, before i could brandish and manage to take my life, i’ll be damned if i let that happen, it’s the same old, whether in the rain or the grave, though the rain always came with the same kinda rainbow, so far away, and the joke still remains, like the body decays while your god instigates hope, ricochet bone outta the shell, cowardice spell, tell me how the power is held, tower of hell, pillar i devour, in stealth, unexpected like in death your final hour is felt yeah, i take 21 grams off em, like i’m erasing nursing homes off the map often, they like “you can’t stop him”, I’ll fight the last squadron, i’ll double trouble, make it bubble like Macbeth’s cauldron i’m long in the tooth now, my incisors are proof i don’t chew now, i just rip and tear, swallow em whole, because time is running out and I got nowhere to go i gotta hold my own down, i think i hold my own back, i gotta mold my own crown, i gotta heart like coal black i gotta cold blank stare, gotta cold one here in my palm why care, cry and moan right there where i left my soul at, if i don’t stop now, no going back [hook] haven’t i traveled and been on this road pardon the memory, this shit is old or this is the cold ones, rip my identity kids by my side as i slide inevitably to the edge, slide off the ledge, i’m the type of guy to die where he stepped live by the sword and high in the head if the guilltoine drops then tie off my neck breakin the bonds of hatred, my language is tasteless and often jaded, constant abrasions, conscience grated, locked away, coughed up, ensconced with satan walk with a shaman misshapen like chakras baked in apocryphal talks, awaken the convent, aint them a long line of past lives? all inhabitants of my mistakes and the cost to make them are constant cravings, or godless stamens, my thoughts are haven for contemplating the birth of the weed i incur by my words I am fraught with baggage the frost i came in, the fog i resolve as flagrant, all i see is the conflict raising, the dawn of the holocene, hot for ages, and hell musta boiled up when all the plates shift, stop with the condemnation, y’alll get inside try to halt the matrix, i got secrets on top like masons, the keys in the spot of the cross are brazen and the people all thought it was oscillation maybe thought that the bond was breaking if the right frequency would resonate, but i am proof that the cause is wasted

Intro Verse you ask me what I want, you ask me like I aint worth a damn if I scoff the thought i was about to go in but now I have learned to not the hard truth is would the grooves be deep enough to rot or would it keep its spot, the water flows, the equinox the least i show, the least I’m prone to be the reason, not a single moment leaves my soul, but overall, the road is a broken bone, I’m walking backwards alone and empty Hook if you reach for the ground, then tell me, how can you fall you feeling weak in the knees, you got no balance at all only grip you got’s the pistol, but it’s missing the call the fear of death is worse than fearing you can’t run, so you crawl and all the shit I did as a kid was my fist in the sky i’ve been on fire since the day I figured out I could fly and every chance I get’s a lesson I don’t listen to why cuz motherfucker I’m too stubborn, guess my father am I Main Verse …… I been a little torn, I been a shitty storm, I went and fucked it up, I wasnt’ made for this, I never wanted marriage but yo I aim for bliss and so I came legit, i put it on my word, I did the shit that any man would do, i’m quite the nerd cuz i might not be empathetic but i try to serve I’m matt damon when said he didn’t have the nerve so now i’m contemplating, whether I should force the case, you speaking lawyers, but i’ve already divorced your face, the more I hide it….the more I’m warming up to takeing, everything, pack it up and the fact is i’m acting up, because everything I have d aone, letting you down and running now is what I have become, I’m fucking out of rungs, I”m lucky if I’m scum I’ve always known that i am loved, but I can’t love you more, so how the fuck am I so numb Main Verse 2 …. you put me on your back, walked the fucking muddy track talked to me like I was something, awful as I was, and after all the the indecision, after all the shit and bitching, have the strength to still commit and have the balls to fill my wishes, and not just make my wishes happen, but give me the will to have em, making me a better man and that’s the atmosphere I haven’t had and maybe I aint had it bad, but something in me has to snap, cuz i feel like a weight is on me, i been feeling like my dad Main Verse 3 this new chapter, last verse, final testament, no time to press my lips, this guy is legend shit, this might come hesitant, but i’m preeminent, i’m better than this shady shit, lady, I’m infinite, wait up now, I”m only saying what I strive to be, I know theres many violent tendencies inside of me you see that’s what I do.. I’m trying to park the horse but left the cart way back in my adolesence, and that is par for the course, I aint shit for remorse, i’m feelin karma and my body armor often is forced, to take the hits from within, I’m fake as i’ve ever been but then you gave me the confidence, now I’m taking the win so everything that i’ve meant, is how i’d never repent but that was when I never met the better man, I commit, to showing you I am him, and proving thoroughly this is not so new to me, somewhere i have some loving to give

even if i try, it’s a bleak start, walk around tired, like a weak heart i don’t even know where my days gone, but I got a pile a things that I did wrong even if the health isn’t that bad, I can see the help getting half assed if I could have felt at my top game, maybe I woulda possibly not changed, but I have contemplated the bottom and all that I saw was god and the garden problem and all that the prophets were talking, walking on water and falling further from grace, because i’m drowning and the faults I have no courage to face, are currents currently curtailling my worth and the waves, but currency has never burdened me I’m working my way, through every verse i can say, drew every curse from my vein, knew every person, i’m aversed to wouldn’t converse with me, they, got no real purpose and may, be i’m not perfect but late. ly. I keep working on my cursive while you take to the lame, walking nervously, i hurt your knees, and jerk on your cane, so every move I make is sure to lay your nerves in the wake I walk around tired like a weak heart, i reach far for the bar till i see stars, put my chin in the worst way, overcome my fears until my judgement day faster than everyone, when it comes to being, that’s when petty something been in love with feeling, i’m saying i’m sorry, but yet I’m telling you now, that if you ever bet against me then, I’m letting you down, like I was running the gallows, the gravity will endow, your sense of pride with acolytes who put a crease in your brow, like jesus fucked you around, a penis priest in your mouth, I wouldn’t bequeath the lease, I would beat down the house. most of y’all saw me as ordinary, saw me a clown, i’m through the struggles yo, the juggalo been putting it down a foot in your mouth, if i could juggle, I could amount, to anything and if my brother pushed me more, then I’m bound, to wanna crush everybody, but the love is abound. and it’s more proving that I’m not a loser, who am I now. I’m brusing them now, who the fuck could ever come out and say this motherfucker never run the game. I am proud I’m the only one who ever doubted me, I know the mother fallacy, I know I fully strode into the galaxy, being born with the gifted tag, the doctor that you saw, I slept while she was shitting trying to get a grade, but she blew me away, my ruse will eat its way, until i’ve proven that the student is a prudent game, bottom line is that I never commit, I never had to, cuz shit, I never even slept, I been on the bench. and everything came easy, and everything that I made was appeasing, all the ways they aim to phase me, seemingly fleeting, I’m uncle rico still believing and I’m deep in the throws, a mid life crisis, so divisive, what if the price is my home, and this new post on the throne, is just a hold on my throat, and if i bitch and moan i’ll piss this whole time, wishin I’d grown, a bit o f dick in the dirt, but it’s to late to know, so wasting any more just isn’t worth my fucking soul

(Malt Liruoqs) Slow march, cold to the bone, harsh winter, parched lips, snows locked in a froze grip, prose flipped, poems and odes get code shift, ancient architecture all ripped, when the blood of the sun drops with no drip, months are long like a lone trip, the souls death throws won’t oppose this slow march, owed to the patterns not the benchmark, spoken of through all the petals on the desert, broken rungs, wolf nestled with the shepard, the coldest tongue couldn’t wrestle from the weather all embellishment of heaven, fall as heavy as a feather, last branch, hanging from a tether, raw like leather, how it disguises the demise amongst the tall, hide better, climb, effort tied to lines, lineage like a spiders twine, it shines wetter, those are trying times, align the spine, a blind effort, chiro head work, tie the neck or die a peasant in this network, doing fine, lose the pressure, grueling measures in that sweatshirt, bet the winners prove the lesser, move to stressors, who’s this guy trying to pry my head, sir, this entire thing is dead weren’t you siring steeds bred, for the fire ring, tired of imbibing, but i need to have my daily bread HOOK(burns) end of the line, end of the race, when time has all but been erased and the skies, paralyzed with a lie for the ages, watch them die in their cages (Malt Liruoqs) clear off the top, remove the meddle, shear the crop, juice the pedal, fear is not the truth to level the tooth too loose to settle, to adopt is groom, adapt or doom, or pass the broom, last in line, past your prime, master this or time will loom, high like noon, shine like icarus in vibrant hues, violent fumes, protein fries, dive like tidal blues seas of rue, swallow all the gulls we feed it silt, keep the kingdom built, our empire, free of guilt, if the sequence ever felt the pull, unravel now, give the heathens all the methadone and shallow crowns, skin and bones, give them creedence, till we sit them down, handing them the keys to the woodshed, they got no exit out hook(burns) (Ish) name fronts made of clay shunts tail play bunts told by lame runts fully paid funds taken saence ghost complaint hunts sniffing shame stunted sane cunts snotty being little stings when buzzards borrow bumble wings fumble drinks mead manufactured honey slinks comb tooth nail pouring font an' fingered brail they'll have a hex snap texture lash and whip break wreckedge step with hands be quite sins where pen in s t r u ment will trance in latency err whore bodied languid frayed noose dance for the gallow trap mouth open glance tell us jokes, under breath here the old me chants Hook(burns) (Ish) uthentication frequency vibrations playing 12 sphere longitudinal lagging tail wagging dog 3rd dimensional matrices take degrees off the scales you are accustomed to clearing the fog Rotate 45 Capri cancer corn and topical ointment back rubs a tiger balm Lattice lettered chain link Cube cage matches and crystals reflecting oh so much light The rite presaging ages raged just to the machines capacity only to step aside and let his Cubs Roar finish the job Put your left hand in pull your left hand out put your left hand in cave your chest and clear your spout Gravity pull all the organs out pipe down drowned out by gurgling rib cages spread eagle reared and ready to support wings

Hook: in the backseat packing a full one reminisce bout the days of the old never seemed anyway we were owed one if it’s the best that it got we were sold in the backseat, petty and cold ones reminisce of the days we were bold never seemed anyway we were owed one it was the best that it got tom petty on the radio, 4 mufuckas with a 12 pack, there we go, gas in the tank, hurry up, now hit the road, dirt for days and going home was debatable, playing old time, like mellencamp, small town, in the plymouth went and hell and back, doing nascar shit on the last day, that’s my dawg nate wild since the 3rd grade, long chains, long hair, smoke cigs, flannels and manson is now who our pope is, that’s some dope shit, dope hat and lunchbox, kicked outta class for t shirts and gun talk, see the sun drop time for the wild west, these are nuts dropped, my how the night’s wet, i aint arrived yet, what was my mindset, i tried but I couldn’t swell twice like a bicep man i love when the world wasn’t politics, all we do is partying and getting dicks sucked by the prettiest, occasionally hideous, but we some miscreants, our parents were oblivious, yeah, they prolly knew that we smoked a bunch, but did they know that you sold it once, or twice, they prolly knew that you had a girl, but guys, did they know what you did when they out at night? no, but your dad wondering why, his sheets smell the freshest that they have since you knee high, or since you were born, pervert of sorts, but he remembers when your mother was as tight as a cork whoah. i’m saying we ha d some be bad, we see past the creep and leave disaster prefabbed, these are the things that we keep in our triage of personal rehab, before we had screen grabs every year was a lifetime, every tear shed was a friend i lost over what I’ve chalked up to high tide, swing like the moon in the night, while i tried to get by, die on inside came back, 2 years as an outcast, hated for nothing but i wouldn’t change that, pain in my heart, but all of the clouds passed, outlast hating mufuckas if the doubts cast i know all you sons of bitches aint got shit, cuz i seen your images, i’m out here like fuck you all, forgot you all until this rhyme had to get the fuck on, telling y’all to get the fuck on, yelling at you out the window, piss off you peon, or give me a reason i’m feeling we gon be in some heat like freddie, but i’m decent at dreaming

Hook: coulda broke, but the pain i can choke down i’ve been a man since your hold on my throat crowned should I fold, hold my own or make a joke now? i was a boy, now my joy is a ghost town can I show love once for a little bit? sit back kids and watch, i’ma lose my shit no grace, all hate, I’m a man now i’m a dad now, how can i back down? 5 star immigrant, genocidal, little bit, the land is super cheap when our humanity has been evinced, in this experiment, the destiny is manifest, saddest shit, grandpa didn’t cause it but he benefits, he fucking got it lit, working to the fucking bone, so never condescend or talk to him with all that tone, he walks a little low and kinda drags the foot, he tried to birth a calf and all he did is what it took, the act is usually nothing, but this time it was hell, he grabbed the legs and gave a tug and in the mud he fell, he kinda slid a bit up under, the mother’s fucking udder, and when it took a seat it cracked his shin and made him shudder he fucking went off, through the door, who left it open? bitching bout the bills, pissed as hell now his pride showing, this guy is old timin’, ripped jeans and high motive licks come quick, bitch don’t you ever try to slow him he found timmy in the backyard, hold up, out the back door, old man, rolled up, cross the grass, he cut a path like moses and beat that ass, the roughest man to post up Hook you gotta beat your kids, you gotta show em god you walk the path of righteousness, and they aint worked at all, you teach them sons of bitches what it cost to be the boss, you run the risk of them all failing if you keep em soft he’s leaving for the morning now and timmy got his pad he likes to sketch the comics, never wanna show his dad cuz when he off the farm, lose himself in imagery and when he hears the ringing bell it brings him misery when he walks home, he hopes that his dad aint there, it’s been a long road, and all he does is cause despair he’ll take that leather belt and wrap it round his fucking neck he’ll teach that motherfucker what it means to earn respect he tippy toes around, he tries to fade away, he watches everything he does and still it stays the same, he is a piece of shit, he must deserve the licks cuz after all, how could his father keep on doing this timmy’s all grown now fell in love and had a kid, tried to raise it best he knew, even though it wasn’t his never really had a model all the beatings that he had made him only know that he would treat him better than his dad so when shit was bad, he never raised a fist, he broke the cycle, cuz he knew just how that pain exists but all the trauama made it hard for him to show his love emotes all anger and his discippline is hard to top and when i see the bouts of anger I am looking back and the anxiety i know he must have also had and now i know he didn’t hate me he just fetl the same way that I do but he just didn’t know to keep it tamed so i am trying to do what he did for me, now for mine just wish i understood, back in my youth, i’d maybe try to make the drama not be such a shadow, no more hurt, i love you dad, and thanks for all you did to make it work

Hook: I don’t really wanna wake up in the morning I’ve dealt with more than all the shit i’ve been reporting feeling inadaquate, the wife is mad as shit so I”ma douse this whole damn thing and burn it down i don’t really wanna see y’all in mourning so if the strength i need is not afforded i’ll go get after it, even at half a clip walking heel, toe, wait for for the rain to wash it down every morning that I wake up I battle myself put a face on like some makeup and pass it as well passing the well, like i’m avoiding the ring, take the gloves off, the fight in me is void, i retreat recoil and reach back, no i force it on me, unfortunately, the speed of forward motion is warping my think storming the memory like a cancer of mammaries, the past is like some fat i oughta slash off the calories assault with no battery, i aint charging the sodium, the brine is a podium, and the shots were an odium, i’d find me some opium, be out back with the crew so when they say that I was fronting, they’d have nothing but proof yeah, backward is the truth, and everything I knew as an intelligent youth, was cigarettes and abuse, I disinfect it, i’m usually not a bitch but i truthfully wanna see you amused, meet you after the fall, and see what kind of man you think could only devolve the wreath around my neck is the immediate enemy, like my breathing impediment was a celibate seminary slamming the brakes, how much more can i take, like shattered vinyl is the final destination, my fate, i’m laying awake, think about the things in my past, like jason, a mask, is maybe what I need for the fact, i can not face where I’m at, I wear the scars where i’ve been, i stare into the eyes of someone who’s too scared to buy in, sick of trying and sick of living with fear, and hoping if my past is gonna bite me in the rear, that I’ve at least made some amends or maybe toughened the flesh, make it so the teeth can barely break the skin, I’m a mess, I seen better days, I’ll see them again, the valleys got two peaks on the side of them so when i’m down i keep on hoping that calloused skin is calisthenics for emotion and the devotion to a balance causes pain if you aint grateful for the malice just as well as the gains, say your grace, say your damn prayers, say what you need to believe and leave out the nightmares, cuz there are many things in life that really gonna haunt, i try to keep the demons minimum and off my lawn,

pop the top off what y’all aint honestly get done, if y’all was confident y’all could probably press on competition is opposition and then some, the politicians aint showin up when the rent comes competition is opposition and then some, the pot you piss in is often loss of an income, the cost of fixing it, monster digits, the bills come, it’s obsfuscated, and complicated for real son, a minute more they come at your door now you victim and they sitting with your babies while they try to march you off to prison, the tyrant starts to get in, kicking, orthodox of bitches, what the politburo do, but this is capitalistic, the catalyst, the half analystic animal back at the polls, madder than ever, back in the hole unless he got some clapback, actin appauled, backin a Paul? that wasn’t wrong, but that motherfucker, packing a thong, he is a bitch, and he is the recent hypocrite to preach on, but he be married to the time of day, in the morning a dog and still behind when the night has came that shit is isaac hayes finding trey a line of hate i’m no apologist, yo, i bare all my faults at face yo, the government is trying to kill me now, the cover up was mental, all incriminating will be found, my thoughts are well renowned, impactful, still as sound that’s why i’m still around, instill the syllable with Crown, i ruin aquifers with malt liquor spilt on the ground if we distill it down, the silt will kill the town, i’ll lick the dirt and bless the earth another cryptic mound, the mother of a grifter ripping through the birth canal the fist eclipse the moonlight reaching like in search of Bael and if you bid him well, his gift is curse you still and if you kiss his mouth, the sickness will invert your health, if you rebel you’ll never make it like some worthless elves, the grip it has on you is written like a perfect spell, as if the cursive from a wordsmith is the sermon dealt, and every purpose ever held is sure to hurt like hell, so the burden is learning, you weren’t too pure yourself y’all can fucking eat me, call a bitch a different species, but in gist, cuz it pleases me to get you all upheaving, suck my dick, you could easilly appease me with the tying of your neck, off a 3 leg stool, unsturdy, as i see you jump to death, your shit go disconnect, you twist and split your intellect, for syncophants who take the easy way out, acting like a snitch, slit your wrist, quit your business, quit your kids, give your life a little kick, dig your grave before you biff, or you could be the one orbiting over kingdom come, a poorly worded edict defeated by our delirium, fees are still to come, pills to munch, keep it humming, realest mutha fucka hasn’t bust, he’s on the eve of coming, i keep on waiting for the fire melt this fucking cage, i kick them tires, saying this time it will be my day, my patience tires, i’m ice inside a heated cave, i’m trying to mind this crisis by the time it seeps away

Hook: act like the shit, but I been off, tell my wife I dont get soft, act like the shit when the kids gone they gonna know my faults when they all get grown i aint shit when i been off, tell my wife i done been wrong all proof, i am not well but i tell the truth and then i give hell Keep to myself, knees to my chest, Steam in the well, all reaches of depth, If I reach for it, well, i decree it is death, If my reach isn’t good, I’ll believe in the breadth, And be leaving my breath, week after next, Weak as I flex these cheeks to inject Some peace, if I rest, these demons..my vest Won’t leave till I sleep too deep to object So I’m caught in between two seasons, I nest Till the creatures all greet me or feed on my neck In my previous scene was I beast or the wreckage it brings wh en the hair on the wolf is erect Hold me in check, the tension is thick, The type where a tendon could easily rip, The type where a knife could erase me from this is the time that I give everything I can give. slide outta bed with the best intentions, the day is anew not a mess of tension to wrestle with, i relieve suspension of belief if the bridge is a weak connection, so today i’ma flex kinetic release the potential like diuretic shine the electric, a pyrotechnic display of the mind by the finest metric but the second i get to facing these people and them and their eyes are racing, i need to relax and breathe, if i seem to retreat, i am weak in the knees, who keeps me at ease? not you or me, truth is interacting, is my judas priest, in a room of wretched beasts I convene, all my old tendencies like pleistocene cold as a bitch, no, cold as a witch, or old as a witch?, or fold like a snitch? so roped up in this back and forth it’s amiss and the throat doesn’t give, lack of fortune or grit no it’s normal I bitch, but the core of my fits are the organs and pores on my face, i admit i’m debasing it, this is a phase I could quit if i basically face all my shame and commit it’s all grey hairs, lay bare my heart and if I can’t stand it then i’ll play the part, if the kids can’t have it, then aren’t we just a lovely couple, grew apart, I hardly wanna part, so far we’ve come this far ma, something gotta start an uprising, it’s all or nothing, i’m all for it, still about the quest, got a few things i need to get off my fucking chest put to rest, put the vest down, chest out , skill shot, i wrestle with less, confess it’s the bill box, the stress got me pressed like a big shot maybe the best i can do is a Kill Shot maybe i aint shit, y’all been thought, this motherfucker wouldn’t ever have been sought, in the mirror I’m a goblin of dim, outta ten, I’da been out to pasture as Grimm, off in the wind, i’m not confident, I’d not rock a bit if i plod and I’m not on the top of my shit, awful and lit walk around town and I don’t know what I did what I did is alarm me and harden my dick and it didn’t take much, i’m a carnivore, listen i’m arduous, i am constant abyss, I’m the scars, i’m the lies when I’ve told i’m the shit

it baffles me how we as a society can be confused and stumped as to why depression is such a rabid fucking beast of an epidemic. have you ever thought that maybe the human heart is merely here to be adorned, loved and nurtured and these fucking man-made THINGS are made to be used? Yet here i am, 30 years old, watching great minds and hearts tossed aside to make way to possessions. we were created, by whatever force you want to believe, to be loved. the things we make, those are what we use and throw away…not the human heart you dont think that maybe, just maybe, too many people sell their lives moment by moment and smile by smile to debt? to spend money they dont even fucking have just to have possessions to impress people they dont even like? maybe thats the answer, not zoloft or prozac... well hell, maybe im just old fashioned... Myles Brawner Nov 8, 2013

Maybe I would cry for a little bit if I could find some time for the innocence when I look at what we did in the past and when I think about the pain, it always ended in laughs, we been in the trap, we set it to max, we fucking fight on, surprised if someone tries to go deny it cuz we right on and if we die young, it’s cuz we trying to live, see eye to bitch, and try to climb inside the siren’s abyss, and that’s when I went amiss, i wasn’t there for your hell, and that’s when you took a spell, but i was crooked as well, I usually fell, try to use my wit, didn’t help, I couldn’t understand the context of the word when the world was a ball of bitter death, I wasn’t on, i have been gone, i really want to sit with you and reign over hell dawg, and when i hear your riffs, it’s like i hear your voice, it’s such a beautiful gift and it kinda gets me moist, you’d fucking love that joke choice, i bet you’d say it was noice. and you would say it like that, and i can still hear your laugh, and if I ever forget, I’ll keep your words on the map, because this lightning you give i fucking caught on the track, i got the regal out back, let’s get some 40’s and bail, let’s do some shit and maybe sit a night or two in the jail, i’d rather have it like that, than not to have it at all, i wish we coulda made more memories before the fall burns singing over top we will carry on, and on and on, holding closely to you, We will carry on, hold that light now keeping the momentum bright now, we gonna, use the anthem we write down to keep your life inside us to keep up the fight we gotta, we gotta carry on, do all we can do, cuz this is now your song, a gift from me to you we gonna close the circle, it’s time to wrap it up the final chapter with my brother, all our fucking love all our fucking love, brother, it’s always love for your mother, and that is how you connecting our lives, and reach one another, and every one gotta story, and some are tearing us under and some are filling our hearts with some pride, and some are a wonder, but every morning without you is like the world had a gift, and didn’t know what to do with it so it made up a list, of all the lives that you needed to touch, sent you to roam, caught in the memories we cherish, your forever home