Often

Pro-Abolitionist

Beg me out of my pockets the change that resides in poor trousers,

Would that be a king in front of a redneck building power,

The pay would be clocked of an accomplishment had I joined the dream,

Yet the sun is eternal giving from lasting deeds,

After getting soaked your king went spiral,

Granting antics unloosed, repaired, and idle,

His kids today we lay completely under,

How’s the moose, how’s the bids, how’s the gel that keep you over,

Investing in the coal to burn away from the lamp,

Jagged edges remember me in the silence of the lambs,

A day prepared in likeness of the sunset view,

Pro-abolitionist and their devices of jewels.

! Benz or a Beamer?

Must I caution these steps of irrational approach,

How the curve lines master the close,

My ears are pointing up in the grain,

As she escapes the laughter and torment of pain,

Violets catapult the darkest villains,

Swindled pedals the nauseas children,

Only the few of us seen when to arrive,

And only the two of us keep hope alive,

Addressing this cover I let have need I dealt,

But to fit a role in it was the dough I felt,

Imprinting the dots til the dost appear,

He act so frantic, he act so near.

Camelot

I joust the land in this muddled boiler,

She keep trace each time its gone to call her,

As dark the covetous kinsmen transform,

I type myself the sheet of corn,

Standard sages of ancient manuscripts,

So far gone focused in lifting the crypt,

Beside me the blue eyes arrange the firm,

So deep in blood, on the contrary, I learned,

For ancient kings universe has questioned the races,

Now I’m stuck with one plan of genocide faces,

Loyalty in this era will join the fight,

Kicking death in that steal go lights.

Conscience Jungle II

Choreograph the concrete steps of the spring,

No smoking, No drinking, No Leans,

Transforming movements into one,

Spit from the light of what you lunch,

My actions speak louder than personal opinions,

Characters of fire limit the reasons,

I have a conscience sourced in my brain,

Forgive me from the shame my blood bleeds flames,

Seared of the endings my eyes wait upon,

The destiny intake by the people that come,

So it is the pain of reality,

Equated by the balance of the white house mentality,

Blamed and confined to the traphouse,

Tossing and turning the tracks out,

A cold black rose hidden in the cracks,

A new smell I approach in all the acts,

Building the distant by leaving the past,

Ebony formations lining the glass,

When is it we have a time to ourselves,

Black rose from the conscience, Bla...

Sage II

By the sweat of my brow,

Champions are conflicted,

Soft spoken words are heard,

Yet none are really convictions,

Sensation unless maximized has a front door,

Police that are typical undermine the score,

Fears are defensive upon the grace to put,

Blocking cohesion under the face I look,

Defiant seals swim in oceans,

Hubs of steel conceal the motions,

Divers early run into walls,

Come up from where the duty calls.

Yard Sale on 42nd and Lewis

Beyond the dream of the upper deck,

I stole a pack of amulets,

Cant wait to see their faces when I show them off,

Ive been a prisoner of their deeds true to their boss,

Many heroes guess at what is broken,

“this is almost gone yet I may have the potion”,
The shape of the individual comes along with a tag,

With Us examples of liquid without bags,

Constantly imagining that we will fit in,

Yet constantly absorbing the racks of wind,

Is this piece for sale in deed of its state?,

A spoken part of the trainee,

A pleasure in the mate.

Yard Sale on 42nd/ Lewis Ave.

Beyond the dream of the upper deck,

I stole a pack of amulets,

Cant wait to see their faces when I show them off,

Ive been a prisoner of their deeds true to their boss,

Many heroes guess at what is broken,

“this is almost gone yet I may have the potion”,
The shape of the individual comes along with a tag,

With Us examples of liquid without bags,

Constantly imagining that we will fit in,

Yet constantly absorbing the racks of wind,

Is this piece for sale in deed of its state?,

A spoken part of the trainee,

A pleasure in the mate.

Strictly Hip Hop

Before the sun sets I raise under the covers,

Hip Hop as usual the sound I flutter,

Atop the roof she fiddle with the clips,

In disguise of her planet I orbit the trip,

A young man child awaiting his doom,

Untangled by his father misled into her room

I will talk to him when Im finished with her,

But her Hip Hop insist alike the verb,

As to say that this mind machine will always exist,

Since we are back here controlling the wrist,`

Knock on men as they pack the stands,

Knock wanting to be touched as loud as man,

In this way our earth coexist,

Along with the stars that make our life rich,

Yet still she cannot believe that this is it,

Standing amidst the pain U fit.

SAGE

By the sweat of my brow,

Less opinionated but more brief,

Don’t forget Mama dogs,

Unlock by fences blending keys,

Sensation unless maximized has a front door,

Laws that are built to undermine the score,

Rivalry is defensive upon grace,

Heritage knows the lack of pace,

Defiant seals swim in oceans,

Hubs of steel conceal the motions,

Divers early run into walls,

Come up from where the duty calls.

Conscience Jungle

Choreograph the concrete steps of the spring,

No smoking, No drinking, No Leans,

Transforming movements into one,

Payments from the light bless what you lunch,

My actions speak louder than personal opinions,

Characters of fire limit the reasons,

I have a conscience sourced in my brain,

Forgive me from the shame my blood bleeds flames,

Seared of the endings my eyes wait upon,

The destiny intake by the people that come,

So it is the pain of reality,

Equated by the balance of the stars mentality,

Blamed and confined to the traphouse,

Tossing and turning the tracks out,

A cold black rose hidden in the cracks,

A new smell I approach in all the acts,

Building the distant by leaving the past,

Ebony formations lining the glass,

When is it we have a time to ourselves,

Black rose from the conscience, Bl...