-=-Freestyle Sessions-=-

young, but not so innocent: that's when I met her
main, never had I ever: had, anything mo' better
did whatever, to get her: like, writing love letters
making, my head hurt; wondering, how she work
shaken, my heart hurt: love or loss, what's worse
didn't know the cost: now, I'm living with the curse
trust nobody, because: you've been hurt, I relate
we continue, to conversate: I began, to observate
like baby wait, we could: be so great, let me take
your heart, your mind, you soul, your body, hey!
let me tell you, that you're great: in every way, OK
I can't pump, the brakes: F%$# it, there's no escape
in too deep: my princess, my peach: to each is each
wanna kiss you each and every day of the week
 
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my mortality, hanging over me, like a guillotine...
who gone cut the sting, the only thing, I'm thinking
I dreamed of being a king on the underground scene
I woke up with a crown on my head and loyal team

coils sing as if my mind was a Nikola Tesla machine
soldier dressed in fatigues of these concrete streets
here i stand, a complex man, anxious to compete
before I lay to sleep, I pray, hoping that you see

you see I am a man of many ideas, even I cannot comprehend
like what is a friend, when did this sin begin, when will it end
 
It's almost twenty-twenty, and my vision is clear
half of us live in fear, waiting for Jesus to re-appear
in these biblical times, machines program our minds
the blind lead the blind, hoping that they will find

answers that your looking for, lie behind the door
plus there's 5 more, so who knows what's in store
there's more war that's for shore, so let's explore
can't afford to not settle the score, love and gore

as I utter wards, in other words absorb metaphors
vocal remorse, pouring out my pours till I'm sore
striking cords like striking like condors, as I soar
like, I'm so f*cking bored of buster competitORs

the last one, I left his mind all over the wall an floor
I told 'em to get up off the flow, and get your own
a lost son, my best rhymes what they all calling for
I asked 'em is you friend or foe, what you ain't know
 
I keep it counter-culture, while I'm surrounded by vultures, like a lion eating a meal
my words like a sculpture, saying f*** the poachers, trying to get me to sign a deal
 
so much pain and anguish inside my soul
truth be told I don't know if I'll grow to be old...
I know death around the corner if I speak up
... feel like the devil behind me trying to sneak up
feel like I got these demons in me trying to speak up
feel like don't nobody know the shit that I speak of
... I'm just a lost soul, that's what I be bruh
I'm just so tired of these phonies trying to be tough
... lost so many homies, I just can't see bruh
shed so many tears, damn, why it gotta be tough
... they say life's a bitch, well you can keep uh
in this pursuit of happiness, I'm trying to keep up
with the weight of the world, it's hard to reach up
with my back breaking, I feel I'm bout to beast up
and say f*** the world, main I don't need uh
I'll show you all my wounds, main I'm a bleed uh
so consumed by this doom, I need some cheeba
it don't matter if it's indica, hybrid, or sativa
just as long as I can find me a little peace bruh
but I don't know if that's really what I need bruh
all I want is love but I don't know if I need huh
I just need you to know I really wanna be yuhs
 
I still remember when my grandma died, when she passed she took my last bit of pride
four months later, i got the call, my god father father's in the hospital fighting for his life
they told us that he's gone be alright, he's gone make it... two weeks later, he's cremated
at his funeral I tried to be the bravest... but in this life, it's gets so hard to try and take ISH

then one year passed, and I got the news my best friend was going through the same ISH
I started telling myself I couldn't take it... started feeling like everybody was on that fake ISH
started having thoughts of suicide... I ain't gone lie, I'm kind of surprised that I'm still alive
I think I'm starting to realize I still got something to live for, so I move forward and try to strive

feel like I'm ready to collide with any sucker getting in my way when I'm going for this ride
someone take the wheel, I feel like I can't drive... about to pass out from all the pain inside
and you could see the pain in my eyes when you look inside them... but I still remain silent
my mind getting more and more violent... when it comes to the rules of life, I remain defiant

I can't look back on the past and wonder where the time went... or where my mind went
if I did I probably couldn't stop myself from crying... but I can't stop feeling like I'm die-ing
just like I can't stop thinking that I was meant for rhyming... dropping line after line and...
doing it with the perfect timing, while defining, what it is to walk along this thin line man
 
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it's fatal when they try to mold you like play-doh, they don't want you seeing like you were Plato
all the role models that you follow be sipping from the same poisonous bottle till they souls hollow
f*ck Apollo, this ain't a space mission as you and I verse on a futuristic collision they depicting
what's the prescription? take time to stop, look and listen before the old you is long gone and missing
 
they say believe half of what you see, and none of what you hear
so try to visualize my rhyme so you can get the message clear

let's look deep inside the mind to see what we will find... fear
not of man, but of god... so it's seems odd we're working these jobs

waiting for the savior to reappear so he can take us away from here
 
God's chosen to fight for what's right / so take flight or get snipped when you step in my sight
So precise like I'm holding the mic with a vice grip / and I won't ever slip, no not even a slight bit
 
I guess its welcome back to the key board. I once adored these rhymes.
Structure designs I left behind, now I'm here again more like rewind
Blind and bored. Thoughts gored and sometimes gloried. The feelings we hoard
Whether stored or storied...
 
I came back for that old nostalgic feeling / with this rap my mental health is healing
wielding the pen and paper as I take her / on a mission to become my own savior
just listen as I give you this prescription / this shit is just what the doctor ordered
there ain't no need for a second opinion / it's beginning so I pick up the recorder
my mind intertwines with rhymes divine / sublime signs of humankind combined
with a mixture of marijuana and liquor / plus a bit of nicotine to make me quicker
perhaps I pick a shroom or two to chew / and let it do what it do to change my view
as we've become too skewed to the true / proof is what the youth is going through
living everyday stuck in a tunnel vision / it's gonna take a ton of wisdom to get 'em
to see there's more to life than fast women / and all that money is never never-ending
so while your spending that hard earned paper / please just do me a favor
and picture which direction that profit is heading / is it a dead end or something greater?
and when the prophet comes will you accept 'em / or will you reject 'em?
we've been neglecting our minds too long / we probably don't know what's going on
we're just going a long like singing a song / at the end of the night is the start of the dawn
in this fight for what's right and what's wrong / the evil is strong but the light is still on
 
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Is it unbelievable or is it feasible
You know what I'm talking about people
Peep through your mind cerebral
Your cerebellum and tellum
What these shots equal or equate
Debate or mandate, sedate...
Oops I mean like see the date
Its August 11th
Another 30 day trial period
September he laughs on
 
Now its the 12th, we take a deep breath ...Whats left
Mockery...the artistry of hypocrisy .... hypnotized by death
Of others we know, but sometimes its self
The insides that rotten , the voice keep calling , the voice that keep calling...
Whats left...I ask again and again....again and again....whats left
Dehumanized and see the demon in self ...The truest form of itself...whats left
 
If ya famous the media would have your funeral before ya family
Celebrating your legacy like you can rebate your life as a celebrity
Seems like treachery, ya death is obvious
outsiders confidence is the apparent the
Apparently seems as if they are pair of thieves
The reaper and us a human creature
Fame can be an unfortunate feature
I wonder how many seen this game when they are now staring from the bleachers
 
this session's filled with lessons and suggestions, questions and confessions, minds in convalescence...
since the daze of adolescence I've been stressing, searching for acceptance in this land of lethal weapons
watching where I'm stepping as I'm repping the lost soul legend, no regretting as I'm bestowed blessings
as I expose the message, reload and explode like compression... where we going, where we heading?
we don't know so we progressing, possibly into possession of an underground demonic collection
or perhaps into perfection guided by the lord's direction
 
So ya saying grapple the apple to see if its palpable or palatable
No difference then taking a Tylenol, can pain be eased from whats involved?
Fruits of loom under where we consume thoughts ...check my guy here's the ball
Bite the flow and see whats below behold a glow of not the usual dark and tall
 
I'm a lost soul, holding on to what I have left to hold
And truth be told, I'm scared to death to grow old
Behold the glory, and the story of what lies before me
2pac warned me, of a gory future that would unfold
So I'm on my own, searching to find a way back home
I'm so alone, no one knows what's inside my dome
And so I roam, a heathen in this land of thieving
Barely breathing, seeing if I can find meaning to what's shown
But it's complicated, I'm exasperated and player hated
Will I make it, to be one of the greatest or fakest
Coz it's all the same shit, not realizing we're on a slave ship
Masquerading as a spaceship, but where will it take us
 
I guess we're all hooligans hallucinating again off the deep ends
All depends on how deep your pen is confining your deepest sins
As we descend, barriers no longer left to defend the deep sense
Of self, generational wealth in a generation of no help, that's depth
The death of us, not the death of body, but the ones we embody, self
Self righteous or Christ conscience, who's the entity of the enemy individually, self
 
Are you feeling boxed in the box you're in?
It's time to detox and smoke some pot my friend.
In the end, history is written by the victor.
Selling you liquor in hopes you forget ish quicker.
Try to picture, a life that's without strife,
Were wrong isn't right and the darkness isn't light.
And if you like, I can take you to a place,
Where a race has nothing to do with your face.
Try to keep pace, coz time keeps on ticking.
We slipping into submission on this money mission.
Stranger than fiction, that's what it's like.
No stranger to addiction, depictions of a fast life.
As we slide, deeper and deeper on down,
We're drowning, surrounded by a circus of clowns .
 
Where or what's victory, that liqour is licorice, its all candied apples, let this flow stick to me
Sticky bees, sweet so honey, sweetest defeat coming so sample me be contagious I'm sickly
Devoted to whats open closed revolved resolved thats typically beholding we, so why wheeze
We together weeping feathers of forefathers for our own endeavors so called treasure Steez
Capitol Steez, may he rest in peace, in wake of a beast, captions complete you continue to read
Further to find out what trying to birth ya meaning when in a berth that plays off the meaning
Open season, more reason to light this beacon to a beat you wish shall end because we all living canons
So up to you whether you gonna burst or disperse, because the first has past, don't be living life like you passed
 
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