King's Mind

My flow is so sick it kills kids egos

My flow is so sick it kills kids egos

My nose is so thick it spits eagles

I’m flowing into my zone, alone, going to the sick home

Can barely breathe, so I grab the air when I sneeze

I’m so sick, all my clone has to do is cough to spit disease.

Death has me dying on my knees, as if I’m trying to fight killer bees

My head is motioning like the seas and the ocean crashing against my eyes receives

The pain of Hell borderline insane it makes you want to end this fairy tail

No concentration pertains to my mind that is baking in this dreary cell

My brain is pouring down the drain on my face, clogging up the lanes in its haste

No fresh air, cleansed by my nose hairs, just dirty air through my mouth’s despair

The after taste lingering, turning into distaste with my jaw draped in mid air.

The churning of waste centers in my soft place until I puke it out with disgrace and care.

I’m hotter than the Sun and colder than the Poles, I’m sweating more than during turmoil

Temperature fluctuating like waves crashing on the soil, my mind crumbling up like tinfoil

My pain is spoiled, it fights the disease for its war spoils, a cure.

A plain goal in sight, a simple lure to take flight, while I endure their path of the right

Nothing wrong, just sick to death alright, but death can’t kill me in sight, I’m so sick death asked me to kill thee tonight

Nothing left, rock bottom, I’m seasoned to commit the theft of autumn

Spring onto the summer and let winter simmer in the glimmer of falling

Sickness is stalling, eyes are drawing, to a close, leaving my mind exposed

In time I’ll take death out of line and kill my sickness by busting it’s nose

Ready to overdose, the dose gets me higher, leaving me exposed as I expire

Tonight I know I’ll wake in the middle of the night in a burning fire

A hammer slamming against my head with it’s purest desires

I’ll wake and admire the peaceful pain of the dead

No oxygen hitting my brain as my pathways are blocked right to left

An uncomfortable numbness that takes over like a congested chest

In this session I address the lesson learned from rest to attest to the best that left is right and right is severed from left, bettered not by death, but by birth, live your life cause this sickness is a curse

I write with the night/

Deeper than the sight/

That over writes the life/

Blinded by the light/

I step back to realize the insight/

That fights to survive in sight/

To make out alive outside/

A love, A passion, so supreme, it’s everlasting/

A dove, a mansion, so white it’s handsome/

In life a love so bright that turns days into nights/

And nights into days, a love that shines every way/

I look into your majestic eyes and see a display/

That is filled with blessed pride that won’t decay/

Forever to stay for it’s pure in every way/

Deep down to your inner core, creating faith/

A magnificent understanding between two people engaged/

In this new age, ageless, a love of soul mates/

A love that closes the 9^th gate/

In the days of empty night and loneliness filled with despair by a blinded hatred lying undiscovered/

Un-nurtured in nature, every breath slowly leaves me suffocating, wondering about death/

And when it will come for me, sometimes unable to escape these horrifying thoughts/

Haunting my sleep, haunting my wake/

I wonder lost and confused unable to give into slavery that is so willing to help me/

Feed me, nurture me, it seems so tempting and willing to just give in, but my curiosity gets the best of me/

Turning my rusty old wheels, allowing me to crave for more life/

To seek an unknown purpose, to fill that empty blank in my destiny/

I allow time to be my guide and my mistakes, the bruises you must acquire in life’s fight/

In life I’ve seen the words uplift a life/

In life I’ve seen words destroy a life/

Written or spoken, an eternal contract that doesn’t leave you hoping for a brighter future/

Words can sooth her until she melts in your mouth/

Words have a power that is unheard of/

It is something small and invisible at times/

The consequences could be of a universal scale/

Similar to words of a broken contract on sale/

Words hold a power unimaginable/

It can shape civilizations generations later/

A social menace to society, a pestilent disturbance/

I see the emotional fences of sobriety, fighting intelligent, urban families/

Killing them with tragedy, then have them asking/

“God why are you mad at me?”/

Unable to see past the sea’s end/

A limited bend, an illusion that mends, the horizon is Godsend/

The beauty is destroyed by the mutiny of a few who employ a whole crew to profile the new/

A magnitude of attitude so colossal, it lives off the lost souls/

Freedom is gradually enslaved by a meaning that doesn’t mean save/

Police states engraved into our new way of living/

Turning our lives into careers of fear of anything/

Too many thing I can hardly believe in, I can hardly breathe in/

For most of our lives we have been deceived and/

Filled with lies to deny our intelligence/

Numbing us until we die/

No lie, we know more about the weather than we do our foods/

That’s sad, pretty pathetic, but we just don’t get it/

And before I say forget it, we really have no power of control at this hour/

We have left it all to the right men with no souls to flower/

As time unfolds I feel the days grow more cold and I more hot as I grow old/

I feel as if I’m locked in a cave I can’t escape from and might be my grave/

But I sense fear and that is my freedom/

Knowing time will not stop, yet it stops for all/

I give into it, as most try to flow against and fall/

Time separates and it mends, in it I have witnessed the greatness of man and woman/

It is their bliss that gives me bliss in the knowledge that seeks to persist to pursue and not resist against resurgence/

The urgency we miss use, abuse, burn in a furnace, the earnest time wasted/

I’m observing cause all earnings are being watched by the third eye in the sky/

Brainwashing our brains has becomes a stakes games with no name/

Washing our brains every day with some dye/

Manipulating our ways gradually, teachings of truths that are hazard-ly/

Being engraved in frames, words to enslave our brains/

The claim is to make signs, reality is they want to dumb down our minds/

When I feel the need to write at night, I sense the path of light and take flight/        When I feel the deal is right in sight, I tense at the aftermath denied and am unable to fight/ I embrace the mistake of leaving a trace of my lost soul/ I partake on the faith of deceiving the great of out of their control/ An Illusion with a great toll, time will kill their mind/ A confusion with their late souls, a line, never to be aligned.

  In life we strive to survive and to defy the defined/A blessed mind wouldn’t standby, his own prime, timed on his primed time-ly/ Death, insanity surges left into your urges and right into theft of a resurgence, eating like the slow emergence of the rising sun at night/ Death defying isn’t on the itinerary of the flight, only death surviving on this toxic gin January night/ Don’t you realize that you are your own worst enemy, plenty to see of this blasphemy/ The Devil rebel on a whole other level masked to be me, a disastrous killing spree of thy own self/

I observe their silence violently on this Earth hiding behind this nation’s society disguised in a classified sobriety, what its worth, it’s classified as morality/ the only way for humanity to be subjected to vanity, one word that stands out in value to me, Herd.

Absurd! You say, Unheard of! you spray, The nerve of you…you can’t even say/ In those few seconds it computes in your tiny little brain/ Then silence washes over you as you try to exclaim, then rethink your claim, and try to explain, take back your statement, then try to take aim at a singular point, you think there is no mistaking/ Your eyes go blind and you realize the real lies are defined, you’re just too deaf, dumb, and blind to realize with your real eyes the signs/ Then you shut the fuck up and sigh/

We think that our lives have progressed, yet don’t think that our minds have digressed/ Racism still exists but it has been switches with Intelligence/ A gentlemen is no more a gentle man, but a mental man in a state of corruption, their function, benevolence/ Their lunch-in topics are about violent behavioral decay/ Technology is the key play in the ploy to keep us all safe, while we play with our new toys/ Home alone in our prison homes, believing what we see on TV/ never asking questions, just believe, instead of mentioning how easily it is to deceive the people/ Even the blind aren’t free from this evil/

Time defines change inside our minds in various range/ It is time to define our brains in disguise to escape this cage instilled on our lives over the age of enslaved/ At night out of sight, digging our disguised graves/ Living a life in time by these lines of lies that decline your life line/ A life time crime committed against your mind, that you can’t diminish because you don’t know it’s alive/ You can’t finish, open your eyes and don’t be surprised, if you realize the demise, and for once want to diminish your own life/

Embrace your lost soul in this fairy tale of a Hell hole, for a lost trace holds no control and that is daringly a step closer to your free fall/ To be free, you must lose all fear and Question Thee.

It’s a new year, a new start, a new fear, a new heart/

Burning in the sun, sitting down with my gun, seeing the art/

Fleeing the scene, i’m a burning man living a dream hard/

Immaculate flowing, calculate growing, evaluate hoping/

My life isn’t open to gloating, only to forsake the unknowing/

Hearing voices in my wake, unable to partake and converse/

I realize the state of my mind gets worse as i create to fake my own prime, compensate/

the hate that i feel in time, in a way i let it decay on my wheels aligned/

A new deal to unwind the facts i rewind and adapt in the wind opening up my twin that’s a fact/

For within my twin i reel in the wind, able to see the truth in sin, within the lies the sin waits to react/

A disguise reaction, filled with pride and satisfaction and the the mind grants them to defy damned men/

Manipulations is only the basis of my generation that I created in this fascination with my mind sedated them/

Feeling connections in a complex imagination, inspections navigating then creating many verses/

Blindly seeing the infection of my mind, perfection aligned, no deflections, insinuating universes/

Steering the fear so clearly on path it becomes my career dearly in the aftermath/

Everlast pain sticking to cash falling like rain on your brain, damaging your own reign/

Societies choke hold on TV proclaims sobriety and religion to the dumb downed free/

Mixing religion and fixing national provisions, missions to separate, to categorize and relate/

to a vandalized state of what law men create to take the governing state and transcend the rape/

to a dick in your shit, a true, wonderfully, loving, and free dictatorship/

The Haters bitch and the creators get rich, defecating on the American citizenship/

The ship on every scene sharing the common dream of freedom and opportunities/

This community, is blasphemy, creating blasted enemies at every turn they take to breathe/

In this sea of shit, that Moses- to-be parted to escape and be free, we drown ourselves freely/

into a non existent state of reality, a vacuum of sanity, sedating us to insanity, freeing the craziness in our vanity/

Humanity is fading, humans decaying, reality is a bunch of lies displaying temporary truths that manage to be/

mute in our future, confusion to compute the minute truth component that our opponent deprives of our youth/

Holding on to hoping when actions have lost their moments and are moping, not growing and knowing a coup/

A prime nation gradually being destroyed to segregate and control the making of a generation and decoy/

them from the main ploy and give you factually inaccurate truths to confiscate your mind and destroy/

any sign of free will, unable to find your own self in your cell in Hell, killing your destiny before you even fell/

it is immense indeed, a mess that bleeds, intense as it feeds, it kills all who try to see…

The truth that lies asleep.

The beauty comes to me in a sea i can’t perceive to be

real, in a way i can’t feel, as it slowly decays around the reels.

Impossible, perhaps, but the fossils show chance,not an obstacle

just need a plan, this time I understand, believing in the belief of man.

The beauty lies in the person, and the person lies in the beauty,

on this earth, we are given birth, to seek our fitting worth

It might be a purpose or a curse, it might be worthless or worth

But we must seek into the deep sea of ourselves to break our shells

Perhaps belief is the only help we need, but we must seek it in our minds

it is us that changes over time, not to access this power is a crime

that will devour your mind cause you wasted your prime.

We are the people of our time, not living in the medieval times

We’re living in a time, that allows us to seek the divine, to understand our minds

to feel in a way that seems unreal, like a scene in a dream on a reel that are lies

Our lives are a rebellion, a beauty that’s trying to survive through mutiny, a rebel

on a different level, that will accele-rate, surpass the Devil, and defying all the odds as well

against God…

can’t you tell, I’m lying, it’s Dog.

We’re surviving in a way to survive yet forgetting how to be alive and trying to strive

to live a life we aren’t alive for to live, dying at the core, eyes on ignore, can he forgive?

Wasting a life trying to survive to barely get by, living the lies in the eyes of everyone’s mind

forgetting time and surviving yet not alive, dying on the inside before you can even open you eyes.

Enveloped in the riches you can’t elope, you need it like you need hope, unable to attain the fairy tail dream

because it hangs on a tight rope around your neck, always pulling tighter when you disrespect, keeping you in check

It might seem like a scene from an evil dream, a nightmare that dares you to wake up from your dream

Dares you to break your neck, bounce your check, and do more than just have sex, but make love with respect.

It might seem that this seam in the scene is reality in our dreams, it might seem that we  believe this is the way

but those seams only seem to lead to decay, lead to a way that leads to lead in your brain

Playing this game, forgetting our true names, forgetting ourselves due to shame, forgetting to rebel for your claim

isn’t what we call faith today, it’s what is absolute disgrace, to misplace our small traces of our lives in deaths’ way

before we can even understand what they gave to us, a life, one that can defy the ability to die.

Insane, perhaps, but the claim i make isn’t based on facts, it’s based on habitat,  a habit of believing int the beauty of you.

First my keyboard, now my Mac Tower. I’ll be out of a computer hopefully no later than saturday. Going to get it repaired. As soon as it’s fixed I’ll post more stories that I have lined up. Plenty more await. Have a pleasurable day.

Purpose….


Life has a purpose….or change does, or my eyes, or my rage
Something that hides in disguise, something that is trapped in a cage
Who knows why, I change the pace, I view the pages in the sky
As I read disgrace, I read a misplaced eye, third eye, that doesn’t have an ace

So why, why am I alive, why am I not dead in a grave, why do I survive?
What is my purpose, what is yours, on this cursed earth, to take our course
We’ve all had a birth, but what is yours, my mission has a worth, but is it force?
I don’t know why I’m on this Earth, neither do you, you have no clue, but your life is yours

So open your damned eyes, take your stance, don’t be surprised
When your left with no one to dance, cause you have to take charge in your own life
What’s the point of living, if you can’t look through eyes, and see what you’ve been given
What you have, what you hold, it’s not a staff of magic, it’s a story untold, ever ridden

Man, are not but man, humans, children, women, consuming the air
That mother gave to us, to allow us to live, giving us the feelings to care
What is purpose, when your days are changing on this cursed earth
What is the worth, if you drown, not listening to the sound, from deep inside the hurt

We have a gift, not a talent, but a gift, to live, we just think ignorance is bliss
We completely miss, the true purpose of our lives, cause during our times we must defy
We must strive, for something, that matters not, whether or not you are a live

We use our eyes, to see our own demise, to not look past the lies, to not see the truth in disguise
We forget, then don’t forgive, as we let in the sin, that destroys all of our bliss
Why should I just sit, here for hours in a day, pursuing a career, that has nothing to say
I pump my fist, for I destroy all that tries to decay, I won’t be swayed to die and fall

Behave, what for? To hide in a cave, to search for a purpose with no score
To live on this earth, yet just be attached to the floor, why, when I can feel in my core I can fly
I can rise above all, make sure I never fall, make sure I remember what it was like to crawl
Allowing my mind to be free, but to remember, me, to remember where I was conceived

That my mother, made me, brought me here on this earth to breathe, allowing me to feel
The pleasures of life, family, friends, perhaps even a wife in the end, but can’t you see
We search for this purpose in this endless sea, that only wants to fucking hurt us
Use us until we bleed, and become worth less then dirt, to be completely deceived

Why do we search for a purpose, when we daily face changes,
Why search for a destination, when we haven’t even made it through the ages
A purpose, an end, some goal to have, something that adds up in math
Why the saddened faces, cause most have achieved their goals, but not found their place yet

Obstruction of Justice, not a fair system, are we all that deaf that we can’t listen
We seek a purpose, but for nothing, except it to glisten, so we can continue on bluffing
So we can hype our lives up, make it seem full, when it’s a fucking empty cup
Then live complete, but have no loving, just idiotic people kissing your feet
Indeed, I’d rather be starving

Life isn’t about a fucking purpose
Life isn’t fucking worthless
So why do we make it so, why do we strive to implode?
A gun to our temple, so we can not feel it slow and gentle
As we pull the trigger, standing by are our sinners, consider it mental

The purpose is bullshit, but what isn’t worthless, is how you get to it
What makes us a better person, is how we strive not to sit, to move through time
To accept change as it fits, never missing a prime, always on time, for the time to lift

Time to take off, cause we forget what it is, that helps us land so soft
It’s not the end, the destination, the purpose, for if it was
Then my friend, our own imagination would be fucking worthless

The journey, the travels, the walk, the daily change, the obstacle
Not the daily worry, but the battles, the talks, not the shame, not the debacles
Life is about no name, no fame, no gain, life is about living, walking, striving
Never stopping, just igniting, others, around you, lovers and friends who astound you
Life is about fighting , for what you believe in, not what you can achieve in
For only the weak, oversee the silence in which we all speak
Not understanding your mind, not having dreams during your own sleep

For they don’t believe, that dreams help you achieve
Not your purpose, but our daily journey, on this Earth allowing us to believe
Allowing us to erase the word Worth, for that can only deceive.

Purpose is nothing
If you want to know where you are headed
Then grow, don’t get imbedded, explode as you unfold
Never knowing yourself, as you follow a path, that no one else
Could ever take, making you real, not fake, not trapped in a cell
That you can’t escape.

I’ve slept most of my life,
Been adept to a shut eye
But something crept in my mind.
Progressively taken my next step in time
A confession spree has long been overdue
In my rhymes.

So let me give you a clue
Not here to shine…your shoes
Not here to fine dine and woe
My mind has gone blue
I’ve seen the light over time
And it never shined on you.

Awake yet so asleep my life seems fake,
I feel hate but reject faith cause I shake when I sleep
So deep, I’m lost in the herd of sheep
Luckily for me, you just see, nor believe
That I could be a wolf covered by a sheep
Taken you out one by one, pulling the trigger
And chipping away at the sun

My finger has always had that killer charm
I just never had a reason to fire with my arm
Not to wake to but to be the alarm
In the cause of a painful harm

Slowly I’ve awaken myself
Shook loose from every one else
Couldn’t blame anyone but myself
To not notice insanity on the shelf
Vanity needs no help, humanity…
Has been trapped in a cell

Even when I yell, no one can hear me
Not even Hell’s bells sound clearly
And I haven’t found the fear near me
But I’ve felt the fear in me
So dear, so crystal clear
I couldn’t adhere

So I close my eyes
I see our world slowly die
Understanding why, why our freedom is coming to an end
I know we’re leaving so I’m here to make my amends
The future is near and we’ll be paying to breathe in parts of the atmosphere
Sounds crazy, shady and not faintly…
Man what are we doing to ourselves
Evolving into money, inflation to our minds
What’s crummy is that humanity is declining through time

We all walk with our blind eyes
No third eye, or else we’d see the signs
Yet everyone is so afraid to die
But as long as they are alive
They’ll turn that blind eye.

Unless it hits them in the face
Then will they feel disgrace
For all that time they put to waste
As if they were holding out
For their misplaced ace.


But everyone’s fucking bluffing
We all absolutely have something
So afraid to have nothing
Yet in reality, everything we have is worth less then nothing
I shall confess, it is something that we pursue
We’re loving the fear of what we can’t do

Why are we all so afraid to live?
To be different and to understand and forgive?
Why are we worried about dying
Living in fear, staying inside, hiding

We’re making it a career for many due to our fear
We’re giving them plenty, then saying we don’t care
Mentally unstable, we’re sitting in wheel chairs, wishing it to be fair
But who cares? Nobody does, until it hits you square
In your mouth, knocking you out cold down south
As you fold back like an untold story about to relax, no doubt
Why don’t we open our mouths, speak our mind, fucking shout
Strengthen our minds, not listen to the media and TV
Cause we’ve all become sluts, so damn easy

We have no use for imagination
No use for creation
The art isn’t considered an education
You can’t be smart and enjoy animation
Enjoying mind games has become damnation

Our minds are so strained, we can’t even comprehend a strain
Thinking we can play the game all day and night without blinking is insane
But we do it, become fools at it, thinking its cool and shit, denying it bit by bit
Admiring as if it was king of shit, defying it every weekend fit, no weak end to this shit
Success and happiness seems like a dream, when it used to be coming on the next scene
Now all we can do is feign and hope to creep up on that dream, otherwise follow in the stream

Were you dive in blindly hoping to find that dream, but you don’t see the signs
And see that it’s all a scheme, it’s some lies put together, so you stay together, forever
You become a seemingly temporary satisfied member, January to December, forever
Seems to good to be to true, was conceived by a Jew, You’re sad from January to November, Forever.

Lost that third eye, it needs at least six happy months of the year to survive
When you get to 9, you get that second eye, but to reach your prime
You must have twelve months of happiness to truly have a third eye
You’ll be able to fly like a bird high in the sky, dig deep in the earth to defy…

What’s your worth of life is the wisdom you shall get from the freedom you have let
Seep into your soul, into your mind, losing all control, being able to dream during light
Eyes open, cause you are so in touch with the moment, God’s present is the present
If you can flow in every second, focused in an effort, you will know how to hold onto your… Eternal Soul

So deep in touch you learn to exist without control, you have no fear of letting go
You can unfold into whatever you please to grow in and achieve with all of your soul
Into that one belief, into every one moment you seek to spring free
No need for feet as your mind will carry you as easily as your mouth speaks

With such a clear mind you don’t think, as you let go of time and forget to blink
Your souls comes through, with its infinite wisdom in which it was schooled, and lets the ink sink
Lets it blend in, opening up the pen from within, we can all do this is if we search for the gem
We learn how to swim, without a vest, without the knowledge of a loss or a win
We let go of everything we know and just dive in, not forgiving a single moment we swim
To learn, to soak in, to feel, to touch, to not know, to not care, to live without worry
As we sacrifice our life to breathe in this air, every day we do, we give up more to you

We have forgotten to learn from within, from our soul, from our subconscious
Our ancestors mock us, think they care about what we’ve done lately, killing others for the profit of a few, hurting all the mothers, cause money should be blue
Not green, it doesn’t spring life, it just brings death to our eyes,
Yet we’re still the fools who act surprised
Man has three eyes, that most of us will never find, most of haven’t got the mind
To think and believe something so beautiful is possible in a lifetime, it’s impossible to a shallow
Now, but not if you have the patience for time, to take a break, re teach your mind
Learn to see the fake in between the lines, to see the hate and lies, to fight back for your children’s and grand children’s lives.

It shall take time, but even you Christians know it took God six days to make your Earth
So it would at least take a year for a human, if you happen to think he’s 359 times more powerful then us. That would be a very insulting worth
So I’m sure you’d agree it would take some time to actually become once again free
And I worn thee, this is absolutely not absurd, we are not free…now

And if you ask how we aren’t, I please ask you to disarm yourself for you to not cause any further harm to your self, get rid of all weaponry and hide in a cell with no walls
Just padded floors, so you can never fall or get a sore head, instead you’ll be bored
Basically dead on a white floor, ironically said, of course.

Just remember, and don’t think you are the first member of the human race
To be the first in race to win most original thought of our existence, that would be fake
A large disgrace on your own face to have such an ego that fills up irrelevant page
And who is to think we all haven’t though about that during a certain stage of our act

I could entail an infinite list of the minute details that I must insist on are a fair tale
So for whatever you may believe, if it is not to go to hell, or to live a life with no meaning
Were we are bleeding, letting our breathing be sacrificed for the ones who aren’t needing
To survive, to live on, they have betrayed our lives to walk on, for their own might
Feigning on us, as we grieve on what they turn into dust for us at night

Hopefully, hopefully, we’ll all be able to understand or at least be able to believe
That we’ve been captured through the TV by man, we’ve been manipulated to believe the world is a scam, for some reason, damn, we just can’t fucking understand
Hopefully, hopefully, one day we’ll open our hands and reach out
Reach out to this man who doesn’t open his mouth, but reaches you with his soul

A single touch makes you submit all control of yourself, to be lost, to lose yourself
Not be trapped in a cell, to find yourself, to realize you have been trapped in hell
We just weren’t able to tell, freedom breeds in use, slavery feeds on us
It makes a sale; it makes profit, instead of becoming a prophet

Not a rebel in mind, but reach the other levels in due time
Strive for a way not to shine in the mainstream way we think is absolute prime
Not a find at all to be found in that mall of bullshit, so damn full of it, they just lie
There’s so much more to life, we just have to believe its right outside, and achieve
Not be held back by these people that don’t even believe, the elite
A select few who stuck together like you know who, not to compete
So powerful they own all the streets, these elite, few, who were indirectly responsible for the killing of the…

Blue cheese
I eat that with a glass of Pinot Noir
To relax and succumb to my ease
Allow my eyes to drift away far
As my others come to see.

Call me master, call me King, call me God, cause disaster is what I bring
I’m crazy, insane, but the ladies love to give me brain, so let me state my claim
The facts, the ways I’ve been known to act, the way I display myself in my habitat

I’m back, been back, been on this track, trying to run this track, a train couldn’t even smack
My brain back into last week, I’d stop it with my own two feet, standing strong in the heat
Of the moment, I’m opening, and closing, I’m hoping and hoping that I keep going at it

Never stopping, cause I’m addict, I’m not dropping my love for sex, cause I must have it
So now I’m stranded, cause what’s left, all the ho’s and sluts are left, but I don’t want much of that, it’s theft, it’s a shitty fact, but fucking them is like fucking death, how do you react?

I want myself a classy, sexy, intelligent lady who can please me and daze me, use me and abuse me daily, she might even turn crazy on me, go on a killing spree, I’ll be like, she’s with me
Because that’s my baby, that’s my lady, I’m her guy and she’s my CSI

Ladies, there’s only a few CSI left, in these hectic days, they are more precious then a precious dress. Don’t let them get away, cause there won’t be none left
So I play hard to get, and so does she, so I fly her over in my jet, so she can see me
I said I play hard to get, I don’t play dead, I put on my charm and I work till I sweat

Believe me, in bed, she’s a freak, she defines freak, she’ll have the whole bed wet cause when I speak with my words, she melts, definitely when my tongue comes out of its jail. It’s released
Releasing all that hard felt sex, what’s next? My fingers, they don’t linger for long before pulling down her thong. I’m a Master, a King, if you want to fuck with me, call me The Don or Kingpin

Cause I’m on it, I’m on, I’m turning you on as I spit with my tongue, I’m rubbing your clit, not wrong, just the right way all along, call it odd, but I don’t play. If you want to fuck a God, come calling my way, cause when I’m done, I’ll leave you in aww

But I’m over that, fucking the sluts, the prostitutes, the hags, the mothers whose tits have begun to sag, I’m not one to brag, but right now Imma brag, cause I’m about to get down
Go down south and never come back up. My mouth will be locked on your pussy like it was a cup
And in it was pussy juice, the juice that I love, can’t have enough, ever.

So I’m in danger, cause I’m getting better, better then I was before its hardcore
Can’t get better if you’re already the best, that’s why I have to confess, I’ve let up
Why? Cause I’m only going to fuck that lady who’s a CSI baby
I take pride, in fucking the classy, the sexy, the intelligent, the benevolent, the crazy
I’m here for all my CSI ladies. They are one of a kind, and they drive me crazy

In my mind in my head, every single day, the way she spreads her legs on the bed spread
Damn why haven’t I found more of this lady, only one, but she’s more fun then the rest of the dead ones that we’re alive, but couldn’t fuck a guy if they had to do it to survive

So This CSI lady, Classy, crazy, sexy, intelligent, has my mind
I’m trapped with her in mind, I can’t adapt, yet I can’t find, I’m stuck on the map
Can’t move, except with these lines, that seem to sooth, that path and time it took to find and have this CSI

No crime scene investigation, unless I’m the crime and my bedroom’s the scene and my lady’s head of the investigation team, then, only then do I let her slip in some sexy lingerie and I admire her from not far away and let her move in her sexy way that just drives me absolutely crazy

Just class, all around her ass, and a triangle of sexiness in between her legs and the intelligence just radiates from her when she bites her lips and makes me kiss in between her hips. I’m loving it, can’t get enough of it, I’m dying for it, I’m living for it, I’m retiring with her, that’s it, she’s my heir

I’m the king, the master of the spring and disaster, but I’m God of the bedroom and that’s only to the CSI lady who doesn’t move faster, but slow, moving her hips on my crotch nice and low
Lonely I could never be, with my CSI girl all over me, and me all over her, kissing all four of her cheeks and both pairs of lips, I’ll never be discreet when we’re behind the blinds it’s our sign to shine and time to be the freaks of a life time

So bad, she’ll have me deceased if I’m not in my prime, cause she’d leave me weak for an eternal time, unable to speak my mind, I can’t talk, why? Cause she fucked me raw and I reached the sky, I was in heaven, than I fell back down to the floor on floor number seven

She brings this out in me, my CSI baby, lady, whatever you may be, not a maybe though, cause this lady is no ho, she’s crazy, but crazy in love with me though, so I go, I let my flow go right up her nose and into her brain as she’s giving me brain cause she doesn’t want to let go. I drive her insane, close the windows so they can’t hear her scream my name as I fucked her, made love to her in a way that would have a mob of people outside trying to wait to see what was on display. Not knowing it was God who rode her out and wore her out until she was sore, no doubt, I have faith in the all time pussy galore, even when I was underage I always had something in store

This is for the one, the one who can stay true, even in the heat of the sun, this is for you
My CSI baby, lovely lady, I go crazy, daily, for you, so perhaps you do for me, since I’m your king, you master, your God of sexual disaster, call my name, Oh God, when I give you pain and pleasure every single time getting better over time, always increasing the ecstasy in your mind

Your body, Sexy long legs, a nice round ass, titties with class and mesmerizing eyes that could make any guy beg, except me, cause I feel the heat, the passion building up as we walk on the street. I see in your head through the way you speak and look at me with those deadly eyes
Poisonous but filled with surprise, you’re like a drug and I’m addict, without you I’d die
With you, I’ll still die, but at least happily with you in my eyes

A CSI lady is the truest of all ladies, you can’t beat them baby, you can’t leave them unless they hate you, and even then, leaving them is more difficult then not breathing, crazy?
Only in the evening, and of course daily, so all the time, maybe? They’re always in their prime, ready for a good time, CSI on the streets with you every week as you feel weak cause you want to pull them close to you, not to speak, but to fulfill their desires, the passion, the sexual fire
That is everlasting, never seeming to stop, never seeming to drop, always feeding off each other like crops.

Damn that’s hot, a CSI, it’s as if I died and reached the sky and God was a CSI, a lady
Not a guy, who then said, she wanted to fuck until we had a million babies to fill up the sky
Make love until we defined love in the dictionary, the definition would be us
Filled with sins of lust and the lust full sins that are a must for this fire within it about to bust
Bust into a bigger flame that would swallow up an entire bus, and we’re like ants riding in on the dust, that’s how strong the love between me and my CSI baby would be, it’s trust

Filling up a treasure chest of trust, can’t never be broken, won’t ever turn to dust, not even when you open, it stays filled, that’s a must. The CSI ladies are hard to come by at dusk, when you’re with one, they transform into a freak, yet stay neat, and you can bring them to your parents to meet

A CSI lady, has two places, one above heaven and one below Hades. If you haven’t met them
You must be gay or a baby, but if you met them and haven’t gotten your way with a CSI lady, then you’re just a regular guy who needs a regular ho, so he can live a regular life, fucking it away cause he ain’t fucking his wife. So there ya go. CSI is only what I know, the only way to go, without them, you’d be lost, like having no hope.
And no for all you rich fucks, you can’t pay them, no matter what the cost.

Listening to the beats, feeling the streets, the heat feeling me, not feeling weak, but I need some trees, before I speak, that’s just me

So now I’m stuck, lost for love in time without luck in my prime so I’m fucked
But not fucked like that, just fucked in my habitat and fucked in my mind
I’m trying to adapt, but I’m no apt pupil, won’t ever adapt to the fucking cubicles

Want to know the facts, well relax, sit back and let me react, from deep inside my mind
I see these two guys, hear these voices, not from my mind, but giving me choices
To find my mind and let it shine before I pass my prime

One wants me to decline, one wants me to incline, both want me to be fine, but both are telling me lies, cause I’m one guy, I listen to no guy, but when they are on both sides it’s hard to strive, survive, in full stride when I don’t know why I’m living my life
My eyes are closed, they need to be opened up tonight

God and Satan, no Angels or devils, only main characters on my level
Transforming me into a rebel in this storm I can’t see but just level the sea out
They speak the words coming from my mouth, I was born twice
Once in the north and once in the south, hence I was brought forth with pride, no doubt

My core isn’t me anymore, I’m lost in the sea, cause they want me to stay in store
But I’m about to bust free, hopefully, I can still see, with no eyes, except I got three
My third eyes is the one I need, to survive during their killing sprees

So I’m not free, cause I got God and Satan fighting over me, trying to take me for the taking
But I’m Gemini, not forsaken, but I have two lives, was born twice, two times in the making
And now I’m living my third life, with all the entities deep inside, trying to bend me to their lies, but I won’t bend without a fight, cause I realized for a Gemini there’s no end in sight

I was resurrected, corrected, made a better fit, to support the weight on the stakes, can I benefit
Or should I just take, no mistakes this time around, cause I was six feet underground
And underground is where I was found, not in the mainstream sound, cause that sound has no sound
It’s absurd, it’s bound for the earth, burnt by the sun, cause I’m that one, the son, of God and Satan, they thought it would be fun to have me in the making and see how far I’d run before I realized that I needed to stop, cause I couldn’t outrun the gun or the bullet before it dropped, dead

I’m alive, yet can’t die, living in my head, high in the sky, deep underground, no where to be found yet
So that’s why I can’t decide what side I need to survive, so hide both sides in my disguise called flesh and life, can’t accept my life more then I accept death, and I neglect both my right and my left
So as I unfold, I’m capturing my time, being bold, consider it a felony crime, cause my life has been untold, won’t make next month in the cold, even though I’m high and I got the fire from down below.
I’m igniting this whole flow, destroying both of these episodes, 1 and 2 , leaving me with three, cause that’s me, no clone, no drone, my soul needs to be left alone and be free
Like a tree, you plant the seed, and you get me, born of the good and evil deeds from the people that still bleed, haven’t been able to bleed since I came back to fight to be free

In the day and night, the dark and the light, I see with one eye, I see the gem in I,
Shining through, burning up the sky, cause it’s so true, I have the good guys wondering who are you?
I’m the son of the sun in the sky and the sun of the moon and together they gave me life, not too soon, cause now I fight and they are afraid, I feel the fear in the days that they disappeared and left me to face the fear that they put in between my ears on my own
Fuck being sincere, cause now I’m grown

Been here, for way to long, keep coming back, and I don’t know, but I see them laugh
On my shoulders, they think this game is over, but I’m not sober, so I’m insane at the moment
I’m glowing, cause they thought they could use me, and now I’m showing them that we all three
Together are one, and I can’t escape them like I can’t escape the sun
I am their sun and they can’t escape me like a human dodging the bullet from a gun
So they realize that they are done, sitting on both my sides for the rest of their lives
And together we are one, with no sides. So I’m done.

I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
Approach me from my scrotum onto my dock
While I’m masturbating aiming for that special spot.

After I kill it in one shot, spill it’s blood, I continue to whack off.
Then clean it up, throw it away, and there is no last thing to say, cept wash it off
Continue on with my day, I continue on with my play, and never show my scared face.
I dug a grave and buried it earlier today so I didn’t become a slave to a memory on display.
Hate is a fate you take and fate is what I make.

At the Gate
To Hell I take
My soul to sell
Forsake, I make
The choice, foretell
My own fate.
I am free, not a slave.
Believe me, today.
For tomorrow,
You all will be in a grave.

Unless you keep thinking thoughts you’re supposed to put to rest.
Has the thought never dawned on you that you ought not to rest?
Ought not to stress about past times, dramatic crimes you now attest?

Haven’t we all seen the signs in our head? The Dreams about death.
They seem so real, yet we let them pass by as weird feelings we feel.
Something not real, but why, why do we deny a scene from so deep inside?
Is it our pride; is it the reel of life that needs to continue in a circle instead of taking flight?

We waste our time worrying and stressing about our minds bluffing
At the poker table, loving, seeing us stress, putting us to the test.
To see if we’re able to break free, or keep our mind trapped in various captivities .
We lose a few times, then lose sight of the line, following the worrying of signs of stress to an early death.

Too bad we’re not like cockroaches who can live after they go mad.
That is, chopping off their head and living probably still feeling glad
When they’re supposed to be dead. I highly doubt it’s that bad, no regrets.
After all their head is chopped off and they still jet off

That’s why I don’t get mad when I masturbate and

I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my

Cockroaches approach me from my scrotum onto my dock
While I’m masturbating aiming for that special spot.

Sometimes I miss the head and hit the heart, instantly dead.
I’d say that’s a good start to a day, it’s art straight from the heart
I don’t let it halt my week or day, I’m just in touch with my weaker ways
I think about it and do feel a little insane but see it as pain that I must feel
In my membrane to know it was real or perhaps go sane.

Drama is bullshit, willing to harm ya with bull shit,
Giving you pink eye, which is shit, in your eye.
I think I’d rather eat shit or die.

Filled with hate, race, games of faith, ways of life and escape.
Drama is a mind rape, you open your gates to manipulative ways.
What you say is filled with meaningless ways to reflect momentary pain.

Call me crazy, maybe insane, but your brain isn’t a game, it’s a way of
Seeing the truth, understanding statements that before you couldn’t compute.
And now we use it on vacant lots, instead of thinking of plots, untying knots.
Figuring out how to use your brain, connecting the dots, taking the plane and discovering what is not.

Nothing is random, there is just a pattern we can’t begin to fathom even exists
Such a staggering nemesis to our brain that we lower our fists and consider it insane
This is not bliss, but pain, I insist, this game must be dismissed, our potential we must not resist.
It is essential for us to continue to exist.

Otherwise we’ll be twice as worse as cockroaches, we’ll be dead in our head still attached to our body as we’re still alive, something like zombies. Do we really want that life?
Simplified, there would be no drama to deny in your life.

Open your eyes, please, that third eye definitely needs to breathe, it is there, just believe.
See things for not what they are, see them for what they are not, you’ll see infinite plots.
Then you’ll bust a nut as you spot what it is not is actually what you thought
And what you thought is what you forgot because you were brainwashed to believe it is not.

Follow me on the white creamy trail to the

Cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my cockroaches
I got cockroaches on my

Cockroaches are the villains at the top, spilling our blood, killing off our young, making killing humans fun.
Figuring out new ways to have us killed through a slow decay, slowly decomposing our brains.
“Medical Study” is the newspaper name.

Feeling strange, all the studies with medical names, but how do they get paid? Ahh yes
Those wonderful donations made by the billionaire’s of today to non-profit organizations with names tied to different affiliations than they display.

Half of them barely get a line on an ink page, but why would they? A donation of 500 million is only a waste. Nothing to make your heart ache with intensity as your mind
Conjures up an image of an immensely great space it would take to have those dense stacks of paper faced.

Down, underground, the sound of my words are profound sending the birds off the ground, flying high into the sky, not reaching a limit as they defy our beliefs we begin with. Because all our ideas can fly, we just can’t deny our thoughts and get caught in the web of bullshit, lies, and drama that has your life played out on a camera. A reality TV show starring Cam and Ara.

My point exactly, time for a new era.