A Spiritual Thought

I pout just a bit when I’m a little bit sad If I’m about to flip, then ah ninja I’m ah grab I wait and wander; wonder why I wait If money is laundered, I bet it smells great When I wait for lyrics, they always come And if we have spirits, can they also be dumb? Read more →

Take This

My rhymes are observed, heard without speaking We all deserve words, explaining what we’re thinking Get stuck and ‘sink’ with me, while I always feel drained If you think with me, that mind I might claim I’ve got a fly beef; cows with wings A shy thief, who gives back things Read more →

Genetics are Eccentric

Born always different… yet with similar ways  From mornings of observing… learning with our days From us mortals not being immortal, a portal may exist In-store is our court, but the ball isn’t this Genetics are eccentric with science so true You look at your reflection…. but this is not you . Who lives inside you? This is hard to… Read more →

Human Alien

I’m a hill-seeking fool Using tools without hammers About to drill my skills And screw with some answers Where are the prodigies of today? If tomorrow, just a mind I gotta be with the hay This needle you’ll never find . I’ll premise permission Won’t ask before I talk Earning this position Like Private Ryan had that thought Always mind… Read more →

Lyrical Cooking

This chef is cooking up beef, about to serve what’s heat Addicted to words like a thesaurus helps cheat . No Glocks, just a mind that is lethal So many thoughts, infinite’s sequel . I’m coining my own lyrics, and trading for cash Annoying like a spirit that hasn’t yet passed Read more →

Sharp Part

I see space as an odyssey, breathing beneath the seas With a prodigy, do we all wanna be? I’ll climb any hill and jump over mountains What I speak is the truth, no wishes for fountains . I’m prepared with some gauze because these cuts stay sharp I’m declaring my flaws, like this life we must part I’ve got wit… Read more →

Look

Always look around to find Deja Vu faces Live in the “now” before the past takes this Be the hammer not the nail; a plot with a casket Getting locked up, within your last bed . I’m being straight up with these crooked downs Hate that I love, those that aren’t around Suspicious are the superstitious, and I’m ah black… Read more →

I’m Here again

I stencil without a pencil, pens with ink Obsessed while essential, so I’ll wink I spell to tell how I think, linking creates ah sentence Impressed while you sink; quicksand’s intention A new dimension, yet its Earths give Quick handed mentions, words with the cursive A birth of deserved theories, hear and use A flat earth with curves, I’ll sincerely… Read more →