NIGHTMARES

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

My nightmares are giving me chase

In my dreams I go face-to-face with Death

still alive maybe I'm blessed

Regretfully abandoned my past life...

What is it like to stretch your wings and take a flight, enjoy your life?

Keeps sight of my goals

My flow unfolds, 'till I get the Midas touch; everything turns to gold

The streets want me to fold but I owe it,

to myself to move forward even through death when I wrote this,

On a park bench, complete darkness where I sit

Smoke a spliff and I'm lifted...

But the narcs are heartless ever since, I went against the grain flipping the script

Am I insane?

The voices in my head are worthy of greatness so I sustain

The industry, they want to put me away

Gats spray suddenly I'm in the grave shaken then I wake up in fear

cold sweats and steel,

an observation of my nightmares.

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

My life is like a... 44 gauge...

Decipher my plans engraved, I wrote on this page

I was brought up in pain, then my destiny came

The rage is in me...

Smoke blown the gauge is empty...

Upon a Kings throne emerged alone the sole victor

It started with some sugared water in the kitchen...

a substitute for soda add some food coloring

It's imperative I turn this into wine beverages I'm better than that bummy shit

Displaying leadership is how it started...

To puling up in hotter whips appointed banquets for my fellow gangstas...

It didn't take long to distinguish...

The nature of this neighborhood and how we're living

My dreams of, spreading eagle wings of freedom, started to diminish with

Tupac and Biggie's ending. But I'm still here...

Pad and pen in hand, light years ahead I've got plans

Peep the Son of Sam here...

Jotting down the observations of my nightmares.

Only on rare occasions while I'm constantly pacing.

results of stress elevated...

unusual shit occurs outside my nature...

Testing my patience a ticking is reverberating

My soul departs my body the moment I've waited...

Sounds resonating my motivation is nothing to it; Fuck the world!

As free as a bird, corpses decay I shit on this earth it's cursed but...

Fortunately I'm here for a purpose.

Pradda

I'm Just a Man

As I struggle to hold onto the remnants of my depleting sanity, I am beginning to feel a lot like Alice; tumbling down the rabbits hole. Unfulfilled and completely empty, as if space without the illustriousness of the stars aesthetic value... Ultimately waiting for my Big Bang. What was once the masterpieces of love are now void of meaning and there lies within me no appreciation for the sanctity of my own cognizant genius; that of which is evidently wasted upon a godlike, yet fallibly shaken foundation of flesh and bone.

I am just a man.

The experiential dispositions of mind over matter only results in lust. Torturous... Inflictions of my conscious manifests dancing creatures in the flames atop a lit stove. Mockingly...

She...

No. I must hold strong. Nobody seems to understand that,

I am just a man.

And even at this stage where trauma promotes growth both mentally and spiritually, decimals and inches are the only relevant matter, while love is a vice and virtue all at once. Legend has it, that if a man defeats his nature he becomes a God, and his previous actions become extenuated. But at what cost? To live as a King under the paragons of virtue is a pyrrhic victory when measured to the immortality that can be acquired from a queen.

Indeed.

But I'm just rambling on the silence of my darkened dreams. I don't know what the hell I'm talking about I must still be asleep. Hell... This isn't real. I'm sorry of how I've made you feel.

I'm just a man. #KanyeShrug

Pradda