Sold out paid Money is fueling the flame Tired of playing these game I do not feel any shame I do not feel anything I am a god I am the one that will make you I am the one that will take you I am the one that will break you I am the one with the keys Fucked up mind disease Cash, burning it, coming in fast Making it last Hoping they laugh at you, what would your gods do? Fight you Guide you Thinking that they stand beside you? Nah Sold out paid remember You can see diamonds and grills You can count up all the bills Asking yourself, “ Is it real” Do you really fucking care Goldfish in my high tops I got new cars and it won’t stop I got new jets And these bombs drop I feel washed up But I’m paid blahhh I sip Cristal on this new yacht I got new beats while this beat drops And it’s funny I ain’t got none of this I can make fun of this I am a wordsmith BABY Now pay me I’m a kangaroo in this fucking zoo Imma' get hostile Imma' flip turnstiles Imma' stay mobile New corvette There’s no format Calling em' all out Sick of these rappers who ball out Watering down what I do I do not care about shoes They don't care about you Check out the face tat Check out the new gat Check out that fly hat Fuck all the clothes Fuck all the gold Women ain’t hoes Women ain't hoes O M I N O U S I’m scared, you’re not That’s what you said But I do not see it I can not see it I’m feeling great and I really believe it Ha I am not feeling so good I am not feeling so hood Hustle my mix tape, trying to make rent Making these rhymes make sense Put in work Feeling ambitious Looking suspicious It’s repetitious All of these rhymes Taking my time away Can I get yours? Gimme the time of day I’m feeling rough Enough is enough Ego See me flex my new tuxedo Front seat stacked with crystals Back seat stacked with pistols I’ll take it all to the bank What do you thank Drankin’ my drank Pull up and torching it all Eyes on on the ball Burn Losing traction at all turns I can do rhymes I can do rhymes really good I can say words like I should I can pull up on the skrrt skrrt Making up words on my blurp turp We can deflect all the shame I do not feel anything I am just wanting the fame I am just wanting the fame Give me the fame Fucked up Complicated Are you right, or are you jaded Are you smart or are you faded This is just the box I came in Wrapped up while I rap these lines up Damn my pockets lined up They line up cause I am just a fool with tight ass shoes Grills, bills, pills Meal ticket They’ll pick it Watch my watch is tight as fuck I got the plays I got the drugs I don’t know what I’m sayin’ anymore I am just playin’ I am making all this shit up I am tired I am tired I am tired I am tired as fuck

When you picture God, what does it look like Is it the mountains, is it the turnpike Is she a marvelous wife Does he provide all the life Is it the guns and the knives I’ve got my own interpretations Reasons for war across the nations Is it all up in a book Is it all up in the mind It is not up to you God is not molecules Maybe it is I don’t know Can I follow you Follow the scripture I wrote Look at the stars It’s a joke Here is your dagger and cloak Stab, impress the minds Collection plates and now you’re mine Minding my mind while l meditate Opening eyes and the pupils will dilate Is it the light from the stars Is it the temples on mars Is it the karma you earn Is it the things that you learn Willing to grow And I’m learning a lot from the things I don’t know Demons and angels Adjusting the angles of what you might see Does it feel critical It is so visceral It is okay that we do not agree Amen to the cavemen blasphemy Is it the vision I see coming back to me Amen to the priest at the top of the steeple Back to your knees taking hope from the people Namaste You got stories in a book Gotta lot to say Can’t say that I’m hooked Gotta God to save Don’t know where to look So I look in the mirror and see myself alive Life is a fable Cain or an Abel Books on the table Murder the brethren Can I see heaven then Feathers I pluck for my pen Sounds of the chanting Whispers and rantings God is a brand God is a plan God is a woman and God is a man Is God a Business Is God a scam God is a vision an energy flow I can feel it inside of my head It can grow It is connecting us Some say infecting us Is it protecting us Is it collecting us All There when we fall There when we need it There when we call Is your God an automated standard Making you read a book or hold a candle Making you fall apart at every angle Heaven and Hell are waiting, it’s a gamble Ample time is left Cross the hands across the chest Buy the books and progress Three more payments 99 Holy divine Drinking the blood today Pray to the east Got the soul of a God Got the mark of the beast

Alchemy burning the best of me I spend my time in my lab Feeling natural like a tree Just feels right Writing it down it is my own take Now it’s on to another line And now I need a break Nope, even when you don’t feel like creating Gotta make something new It’s the real liberation It’s the thought that you put on the paper The stroke of a brush Or the sculpt of the shaper If you’re working to survive Or you’re working to provide I respect that and know You’ve got a hustle on your side If you’re working to purchase or working to buy You’re in a trap and everything that you’re earning Bye bye Trapped up in a shuffle Trapped up in a scheme It’s the life you digest as American dreams Work for yourself and your own aspirations Don’t get trapped up in the dreams of a nation Food on table you’ve got the principle Doesn’t mean you give up on your dreams Now don’t cynical Percentages are on my mind I feel it all the time If I said I hadn’t thought about giving up I’d be lying Economy, taking you breaking you Making you slave for the paper you want That you fought for Wars on a new shore Let’s get an encore Let’s taste the blood again Polish it up and put it on the mantle Those dreams that you fought for are twisted and mangled Fall asleep easy The Dreams of a bank The digital nightmares drawing a blank Follow the drill this new pill is amazing Pharmacy puppet Pharmacy plaything Swallow it quick Do not ask you just pay me Pay it up front Or a front for your safety Skin melts and the hearts turn to ash Bones break and brains turn to cash Common wealthy is the game that we’re playing Buy it up quick do not ask what you’re paying Empower yourself You are a mercenary Sometimes it gets rough, sometimes it’s scary The hardest times are ones when you quit You’ll never fail if you start again Illustrious humans aren’t born They work If you’re trying to big things it’s going to fucking hurt But you gotta be picking it up You gotta be moving along You gotta be doing some right You’re gonna be doing some wrong Life Do you wanna shackle to the dreams of another human being You can set yourself free that’s Life Work for it gotta make a move But you Can’t wait forever Cause you gonna die soon. Screaming at the purpose Don’t be afraid It will eat you up It will get you paid It will Take you And break you And make you It’s chewing you up It will love you and hate you What is your reason Do you have confidence Training yourself to me more than just competent You can find peace in your ultimate goals Or you can relinquish all control

Late nights desperation One drunk night had a revelation Money comes quick from the end of a handgun Done real smooth wouldn’t have to run He had an alibi He had a car to take It was a one stop one rob big mistake Little did he know that the pets were ruthless Put matters in their own paws Stop the doofus Shop-keep running had a lot to do He had to clean the tanks He had to feed the zoo Fishes and spiders and ferrets and parrots The turtles and lizards, the rabbits and carrots Cats and dogs and everything in between He even ran the cash box as he mopped and cleaned He enjoyed the job But it was plain to see He wasn’t ready for a pet shop robbery Tuesday’s dead and the shop was clean Playing fetch with a pup down aisle fifteen Door swung open with a deadpan stare Put the cash in the bag Threw a gun in the air Whoa, can’t we just talk about this Shots popped off and he barely missed Animals rattled the cages the door flew ajar Stampede through the store looked quite bizarre First, air strike parrots on the ready Cockatiels second wave flight path steady Beaks to the dome and one to the eye Fell to his knees successful fly by Next, time for the kitties on the front line Hiss with the claws to the back of his thighs Fang to the neck with the grace of a feline Next were the gerbils to the toes with a b-line Chomp Munchin’ on all the little piggies Man jumped up did a funny little jiggy Fell face first to a frightful scene Fangs of a pup who was looking mean God boy Play fetch with his hands and face He robbed the wrong little store Held up the wrong place It was money he was looking for Instead he got a fight He was looking for the cash But instead he got the bite Snakes, crawlin’ up the pants so quickly Screams flew out and the man felt sickly Slither back down to the feet and squeeze Hope your toes fall off while you cough and wheeze Turtles show up, move slow but they came Clamp straight to the hair This was no war game This was war On the floor, in aisle five Then the rats showed up and they did a nose dive Out the cage to the face With the poise and the grace Of a rodent And every moment the man wished That his shot hadn’t missed Screaming out in agony Wasn’t ready for a pet shop robbery

If you met you from the past would you like you now Would you like your style Would you like your life Livin’ up in hypotheticals Hypothetically I’m me from the past on the move Future, it’s not here might never be Life enemy Be here now please Drool at the screens that bought you Pool up the blood on your knees Who taught you Spiraled addiction, addicted to confidence Juicing the fruit of your mind Finding common sense Commonly known as a timely prediction Summon the god... contradictions Casting away while you’re watching me Watching you Digital Death, Digital Molecules Chipping away at the daylight Photons looking inside of you insight If you met a future you Would you shake your hand Would you understand All things change All things twist rearrange All things shift in your brain We are all static Don’t be dogmatic Flickers of time Sometimes erratic Sometimes calm Sometimes straight dropping bombs Sometimes cry in the palms Sometimes rough Psyched out burned and tough Questioning if you’re enough You are enough and I’m telling you This is not easy Gotta be strong You gotta believe me Sometimes we are a mess Feeling the stress And feeling depressed The weight on our chest As we question our common sense Sleepless nights pretense If you look right at you You will see the truth See the now See your style See how you really fucking live Not what you did Not where you’re going But where you’re at Truth on that You could be the one to find a new format You could be the one to elevate your crew But you gotta be the one to look at you Volatile Gone God to vile Gone good to bad Gone bad to good You do not write the book You’re merely a bookmark Looking for trademarks Fiction Till you complete some goals Finding the people to play the rolls Are you the person you thought you were Or maybe a plot device occurred Taboo script Sometimes your bullets are flying straight from the hip As you empty the clip in your story Guns and glory Allegories Fall off the cliff notes What was the concept Rewrite the timeline Yes there is time left Rough draft First last Past present Slow fast Don’t get lost in the thing that you want to be You can disagree with your mind Sometimes you’ve got to redesign The way you’re thinking Obstacles, ego and pride You’ve got to decide Is it worth it, erase yourself Redefine yourself Refine yourself 3 Point point up to the wealth You You are not you But the rippled existence of all that you knew And all that you know Flickering static The pages are turning it’s feeling dramatic A play Day by day You set the stage and you walk away You’re pulling the curtain Lights go on You’re up on the stage And the script is gone

Rhymes on the track And words will align with your zodiac Or the date in the back of the almanac No coincidence just work no slack I’m a poet Like to write words on the dead trees Some call it hip hop, some call it emcee I call it art of the mind or a life goal Funnel the words that I write to your ear holes Not about the money or the dough If you got it that’s fine Ain’t gotta let me know I don’t care Paper keeps a lot of blood on it Rather write a rhyme or a mother fucking sonnet That’s life Write another line while I wait I’m a meat sack, bonafide, water primate It’s a limbo, parked on the side of the lot Some day you will die, some day you will rot Not now Alive with a purpose One you create One that will surface One that you find if you look at intention One that you’re seeing inside of your vision Don’t be blind Satisfaction not guaranteed You gonna give up, you gonna concede? You gotta lotta' nerve Not so bad I’m a mission with a grail Straight Galahad Ohio Connecting the notes To the legato Funk in the hills and funk in the street It’s the champion sound And we’re crafting the beat 937 Is the area Slide right on through we'll take care of ya Got a crew and a couple of cats on sonics Triad smooth and we got harmonics Free the mind You gotta put in work It’s not working well if it doesn’t hurt Get uncomfortable Re assessing your mind Discipline re align Thundering dreams Feeling them vibrate Vibrate the spine and the brain of the primate I find the root of ambition is rooted in pain and opposition Weaponry words Finding the beat of a new song bird Chirping and flapping the wings of creation Building the nest of new dictation Destiny Not real if you ask me Plug the ears You hear the sound of the banshees Feel the wind sway the branch you live on Twigs snag and the nest is gone Last thought You want the clout or the money Gonna fail hard And it won’t be funny Gotta dip down to the pit of your soul Gotta fall apart with a new ego Asking me what do I do I don’t know It is something you've got to find out on your own It is something you’ll find in the eye of your mind So open it up and look inside

Birch trees sway I Take another breath Dirt skull air Taste the smell of death Water it trickles and flows in the distance Question the point of this trip And existence Watching the leaves hit the ground Chirping and flapping absorbing the sound Sounds like a trembling axiom Pieces of life aren’t attached to them Pulling the roots by the stem Gifted this life from a life that has passed And I’m passing it on Lines on these poems Pulling the light from what’s gone Pulling the light from what’s gone Venomous hollows Howl in the distance Distantly marking my path with persistence Rocks in my shoes the blues of the hues Split sky and clouds fly by dew Drips Down to my lips and my forehead Finding my deathbed My ego is misled Marching on I feel the essence of the forest Spongy and porous I try to enjoy this Treatment Finding solace in the Intent Lost in the leaves and the decay It’s okay I’m okay I’m breathing dry heaving and meeting Myself for the first time Please for the last time Grinding my teeth to a pulp Turning my thoughts to the mulch Making my way to my feet I’m feeling distress It’s impressing me, flowers are sprouting I’ve lost myself Treeline peaking, and I’m peeking out the treeline Sycamore and what is more I’m feeling like a fresh pine Calm down, all of these animals are your allies Owl eyes glisten and peer through the night sky Spying me, beast of a man Palms of my hands and I’m handing myself to the Woods Misunderstood my intentions were good Willow and weep at my feet How sweet Grass stained consciousness Draining the succulents Masking the taste of the life on my mind Holy Divine and watching the signs Flesh to seed to rind Grotesque feedback dropping my backpack Stumble on dirt tracks Reaching through pitch black Time was irrelevant Tusks of the elephant Elevation of the mind through the roots Merciful lights find a way I’m inclined to describe this Event as a song Whether right or I’m wrong I experienced something Nothing, I’m bile from nature I’m no nomenclature We’re everything Suffering celebrations on the edge of Minds eye Living where time flies We’re just the flies on decay Decay it is natural Birch trees sway