D.V. Class

Can you handle this. I dont know if I can. Self discovery aint no game man. Is it really real or just a sour pill. Got me thinking of of time I killed. Coulda had a Masters, coulda been a lover not a fighter. Maybe I could have even seen the world. Instead Im cold and jaded, gang related. I heard a wize man speak and couldnt relate to it. Am I lost and misled, sick in the head or chronically a slave to dread. Most times Im lost in my own head. Out to lunch, with no funds. I get frustrated and wanna hit some one. But I look back and ask; is this me. Was'nt I the kid who belived in his dreams. They say day dreamin or dozing off. I was exploring temples and helpin loves loves get off. Who in reality controls the sky, who am I? A big scary loc or a sad lil guy. Its not to late and although some of my best friends have died. Im still here and have plenty of time. Time to dream, time to study. I even got the ability to create something. So as I navagate freedom this time, Do I have enough composure to stay free this time.

Confused

Complex physics, Hiroglphics. Chillin amongst winos and mystics. Sureal reality, flatchelent society. Time to choose, time is wasting. Do you dream of fragrant flowers or a chaotic atmosphere. Anchient temples or never ending strife and inner struggle. Expand yo mind thru art and rhyme. If you love to dance let it shine. Give up plots and vengeful thoughts. Are you schitzophrenic or do your ancestors talk. Visions of Kingdoms under our feet, do you really belive in being unique. Spirits walk and fountains spring. Do fountains grow from your inner being. Allow the spark to smoulder and climb. Lost in the Maelstrom of time. Catch a fire, build a spire.
Walk to the coast and give the mist your lies. Can you touch a thought or carress a ghost. Wander the realms of eterial eyes. Gardens of lilies, pounds of emeralds. Wander the path to the haunted cities. Give the animals your soul, give a ceremony. Go where the unnamed things go. Beyond twilight thru the headlights. Fly till the gravel scratches your eyes. Find her there in bed 12. She's looking at you with articial life support. She will recover, someday be a mother. Hurry up fool tell her you love her. Just as you say every thing you meant to say. A thought hites you. The girl in front of you really loves you. Just as you finish whispering your love her fingers curl. Warm touch of a wounded girl.

जुस्त रीड it

Trajic, I barter with Misfits.
Mystics paint under bridges.
Hit list, I walk the ninja playlist.
Indisputable, I was the Drunkest.
Sobriety brings many changes.
Listless, sometimes i feel low and worthless.
Lovable, I just always ruin it.
Anarchist, black block movement.
Potant, thank your Botanist.
Grow it, forget buying it.
Contine it, collective unconscious.
The future is, not totally lost yet.
Follow it, to the end of your path man.
Dress warm, the coldest of Elements.
Fix it, time for a new Government.
Vandalize, somebodys got to do it.
Bring it, pick apart yo weakness.
Smoke it, Bring out the Bible pages.
Cover it, End to end fill in's.
Watch it, hide paint from Probation.
Panderin', Sugar moma Pimpin'.
Feel it, She's wet and restless.
Wondering, why am I like this.
Pound it, she's tired of waitin'
Dont scratch it, It aint a winner yet.
Buy it, get the new shit.
Cover it, gang tattoo's aint productive.
Handle it, the kids aint ate yet.

त्विस्तेद द्रेंस.

Stolen teens and cocaine fiends. Why do my dead homies complain in my dreams. Only one way to die, fall into the sky.Lost eternity, mescaline dreams. Yea as I walk thru the valley of the Kings amongst suicide fuck up's and broken things. I live under the bridge with the unwanted things. Shopping carts and broken glass. Arrow heads and rusted bikes. Where is the beauty queen, where is the majesty. Meticulously self sabotaging. So watch yo step, hold yo breathe and take the wretcheds death. Swim the stars, roll luxury cars. If you already know then why you asking questions in my yard. So fuck authority, sick the dogs. Take notes and you'll go far. Words of wisdom, follow no one. Talk is cheap son. Better ways to send a messege than with a dumb fucking gun.Taser a cop, watch aliens steal your crop. Transvestites hang out with cops. Stop the talk, throw a rock. Glass house with no sutchers to make the bleeding stop.

WannaSeeViolence

High focus, hocus pocus. A thief, a liar and a gypsy. A smoker and a locust. Show these legal wall faggots who the real billy goat is. What Thizz this, I boned yo Misses. High resolution toker, radioactive loc'ster.Hold on Pig, while I call my lawyer. Blurred to the curb, wierd with words. Im tryin to drop some Sid and explore worlds. Video game music and minimum wage payin' restitutution. More sex is the new year's resolution. So find the movement, ride a comet. Get some spray paint and write on a fighter jet. Fuck em if they dont see the tightness. Im still gonna shine the brightest. How come all these art show suckas turn up they nose and act silent. Is there a need for violence. Im tired of being quiet... ...time to kick off a riot.

Orders from the home planet

Virgin Births, Natural Disasters. Our life style is corrosive, blackened and fractured. Where's the love, wheres the logic. Ten year old kids in group homes dead in closets. Where the one you love, alone and restless. So go where the fire is, go where the light is. Psychadelic oddessy, can I see where your mind is. Stand up, sit down. Find a beauty Queen and stick around. Wheres the Baseball Bat, wheres the Crown. I went on a spiritual journey and scum is all I found. So jump off, lay down. Who the fuck told you you were down. Go home all alone and nurture yo mind. Who the fuck told you its cool to serve time. Glem the cube, carress the rude. Find the one who raped your sister and bury that fool. Write a letter, start a fire. Pull out your left eye with invisible plyers. Walk in the desert, learn to see again. Figure out why they revere PEYOTE's name friend. Build a bridge, love your kids. Grow some taste, work towards a home base. Love your girl right to the end of your days. Ghosts walk in the twilight. Use your eyes right. No one else own's your mind... ...right? Go on a dream walk to see the golden tower cause you know dead bodies grow beatuful flowers.

So whats going on here

So what’s going on here? My question is where is the heartbeat of the city? Is it in the mom and pop places we buy our food? Is it in traffic, the dumb things people do. Or in the music we listen to. Is it hidden under lost layers of graffiti somewhere only vandals have seen? Or is it in the tall tales of winos in the ravine. The collective heartbeat that tells of out of sight spots to paint a masterpiece. Could it be OG legends of times past, or the short lil honey with all that ass. Is it our children, our elders or the one we intend to marry? Is it our hopes, our direction, our energy or the ideas we consider? Contemplating time, space and the origins of matter. Is the soul in the pictures we take and songs we sing. Is it hyphy or somewhere out side of society? Is our collective heart beat sex or the bread you will buy from your next paycheck. Is it the perfect lil hole that’s wet or does it go out to the lost kids that haven’t grown up yet. Trips we take or promises we break. Is it the last mean thing we said before a tragedy or are you more concerned with the mindless TV? Are you invested in reality or what airhead celebrities do with their body? Are you a freak full of eccentricity or a spiritual battery high on cosmic electricity?