Raw

Rolling up out of bed, And, Smoking up lots of piff! I've been, Higher than ever, Lowered in pressure. Saving these lectures, For the kids looking around for some guidance... Until then, I'm hiding. Writing a vibe! A lyrical prowess undenied, Unrefined. Just, Raw in nature. Lines on paper that'll glue you to the stories... Continue Reading →

Another Journal Entry

Spilling out all of my truths, Filling me proudly with who, Resided inside of my Heart, My Soul, My Roots. Is a habit you have to adopt in a world, Where the Serpent looms... Quietly. Yet, Violently snaps while it slithers around for food. Preferably you, While walking through your path to, Wherever you envision... Continue Reading →

Late Pass For The Bed Sheetz

Sunlight beaming from the most high. Leaves dance against the wind with nonchalant strides. Grass fields cover all of Earth's blemishes while being stomped by soles of a lost mind. And I, Have no other choice but to soak it in. Wearing a smile while I mold visions of peace, Flowing with some ink, Loading... Continue Reading →

The Hood Phoenix

I know my worth. I'm the rose rising from the concrete on an Earth. God made flowing all throughout a Universe. Made of four primary elements as we disperse. Reason why we're different even if we're similar like the dirt. That grows all fruit and vegetables we feed on to survive before we're cursed. By... Continue Reading →

No Change In My Pocket

I'm not going to change. It doesn't make sense to fix what didn't break, No matter the pain. I'm cool with the cracks... I know I'm dope, Smoking a pack of rappers looking like food on a plate, For me to cope... I'm coming for everything I deserve. All of my life, My heart has... Continue Reading →

Know Your Worth

They all say they're there and love you. Until you need them there while they just look above you. But it's a lose-lose, For the fools who, Overlook the worth in your soul glaring a light to the sky. Up high, While they're covered in smoke with tears in their eyes. Broke, In the club... Continue Reading →

Rebel Without A Cause

On mornings where my fingers can't paint a picture, I refer to what my dreams and nightmares have to offer. Especially during times where my heart doesn't seem to become any softer... Regardless, I foster my confidence as a prophet in a city where devils run the scene, While rebels act with cameras in hand... Continue Reading →

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