They can't see me. Hidden in plain sight, I walk amongst them. They know my smile. They know my laugh. They know the dimple on my right cheek.

Power power greed greed, what is it that we teach? Our outreach is over schemes all stemmed from dreams all for a means of a self esteem.Our self esteems that were spoke by blind gods that fling lightning rods and roll the thunder like all the muscle cars and hot rods are in line to create the times. Manifested political crimes this life isn't yours it's mine, i feel the rhythm and i think the rhymes. The change is yours and mine ,don't miss the time to shine. Master the temptations ,control the nations, influence the evaluations ,set the destinations ,develop the new creations, unite the segregations ,erase the addictive medications, push the knowledge to graduations, scholar the mind growing meditations, shower the vegetations, regulate the hesitations, hone in the targeted factions for inhiliations. Excuse the lies truths will rise no mask to hide no one to bribe. The satisfaction is sublime and when the clock stops we are out of time to travel the divine. Add an intervention to see the primanition of our decisions its all in my visions.

I pray for creativity to pour over me like a willow tree from a Disney scene. Remembering the time when I was just a preteen.

Pop a pill, they say it helps, but they'll never understand how it felt, knives up and down my spine now I'm getting kind of pale, zombies hypnotized conversation getting kind of stale, can't be the same na Ive seen past the veil, I'm covered in tracks this train has derailed, I am Medusa and this must be hell, demons pursue me Ive fought tooth-and-nail...broken and bloody I lie at the altar, I'd apologize but I'd only falter, I'm just not a talker, my ego Ive fought her, lost sons and daughter's, dead eyes I'm a walker... end me, tired of pretending, the stories never ending, angry im fucking venting, about storylines I'm inventing, life fucks I don't remember consenting, these voices are winning, down I am spinning, relenting, restless unforgiving, space in my head renting, to demons and I'm not listening, to the blood glistening, hook in my skin I'm fishing, at the bottom of a well wishing, not a pot in sight but I'm pissing, dark cauldron and I'm whisking, what the fuck am I missing? black cats cross me hissing, more hate received than I'm dishing, hate and whiskey I am swishing, all these friends and lovers keep switching, headshot and I'm twitching, time of loss its the hour of the witching... Pop a pill they say it helps, but they'll never understand how it felt, knives up and down my spine now I'm getting kind of pale, zombies hypnotized conversation getting kind of stale, can't be the same na Ive seen past the veil, I'm covered in tracks this train has derailed, I am Medusa and this must be hell, demons pursue me I've fought tooth-and-nail...

So I take the pills I swallow my pride, sought to understand, and what did I find? A mine, a bright light, and I lost my mind, I tried to read the signs, but I'm blind, I grind for lost time, I'm dead inside, I'm a cash crop I was bred to die, unstable so on meds I dine, the doctor said be fine, but my face is red as wine, I dread the swine, life has fed me limes, lies the slimes paint lines, the blinds grind and they taint my mind, I'm plagued to drain hanged from the vine... Is it real? Is it fake? I feel as if, it could break, Mad Hatter bastard eats wood cake, sat her, fatter, with a good plate, she learned to love it, and understood hate...

I don't have no time to be wasting, a young dude but I'm aging, mind just racing, speed 186,000 miles per second. So don't have no time for regretting, I'm accepting every move good or bad as a lesson. Keep it pushing until I'm on top of this shit, stacks upon stacks and all that shit legit. Hot off the presses, have them girls shaken off they dresses. Do you get the message. Balling want to be balling, big hitter with the maybach shot calling. And I hear it calling, so past me the cell so I can cast a spell make the world my hell. Oh I mean playground as I play around with the masses asses dancing to the bass’s , I really want to have this. Dream of a singer a dancer a artist. Just need some money to start this. What can a man do I this new world which is untrue, unbelievable, inconceivable, how can one make it, without having to fake it or break it. Any laws I mean stay clean no dirt in the streets. That life is for the weak. My life is a legacy a legend in the making the lion becoming king you’ll see. Just follow me on my adventure, I promise you pain and pleasure as I search for purpose and my true treasure.

I really am so completely aware and knowing of all, I just play dumb and let theem do them, dumb. I'm focused on me and my fam. As long as it don't interfere or get in my lane my way, I'm cool maintaining by any means. People don't realize how hard you riding for them until you stop for a minute. Because they quickly forget all you have done for them when they start eating a little. But it's all good not bragging, but I get in a day what take them weeks to get. So don't matter if you see me laid up chilling doing nothing days at a time, because in the end I get mines, always have and always will. Don't worry though your bridges aren't burnt with me, I'm above that and in time you will see how I have been the bigger person always rising above all and remaining the loving caring I got you, anytime person to call. The what I have, you have, guy I always been when it came to my people, my circle, who dwelt within. So do you, live and prosper, but learn on the way up do right by all because you never know when your on you way back down. Just being real, so stay positive and don’t make any negative deals or sounds.✌🏼❤️

Why you keep following me Infecting my mind poisoning it Inside until I am old and sick Holding my head because all the noise and shit

Fool me once; shame on You Fool me twice shame on me I took my instincts for granted Now ever after I live unhappily Stained with cantankerous lies

There is a method to the madness I think in maniacal paralells contrarian to the fact Your side, My side somewhere in the mosh pit lies the truth

I haven't felt the same since, well, I just have't felt the same, and it hasn't been this way since, whats her name?

The last thing I remember was going to sleep Must have been so deep, I didn't hear my alarm beep I don't know about Alice but this was not wonderland