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Leaving on a Plane

words of wisdon

Listen to me, maybe you'll be thanking me tomorrow

This life is short, and our time here is only borrowed

Living in the past can only bring you pain and sorrow

But living in the spirit, only goodness can ever follow

Every day remember to always count your blessings

Learn what you can, because this life is always testing

Sometimes simple things turn out to be the best things

Try to realize that most things don't deserve stressing

And what doesn't kill you can only make you stronger

Trust me, there were times I couldn't take it any longer

If your life is like a book, then you would be the author

Some chapters are shorter, and some are even longer

Sometimes you might doubt that you even belong here

Have no fear because our time really isn't very long here

This journey can be a long, tiring and winding road

But even in it's darkness it's possible to find some hope

You don't ne...

If My Life was a Movie

I wonder if my life is just entertainment to God
And when itâ€™s over will he stand up and applaud?
If it was a movie would it leave the critics in awe?
Would it leave the audience dropping their jaws?
If it was a movie itâ€™d be composed of all genres
From action, crime, suspense, horror, and drama
Complete with addictions, shootouts and chases
Pain, spiritual rebirth and fighting criminal cases
Travels around the world to faraway places
Itâ€™d have personal loss and some personal gain
Darkness and light, DMT, weed and cocaine
Itâ€™d have tragedy, divine intervention and more
Death, redemption and yes, even some whores
God, the devil, spirits and some African deities
Miracles, cures, revelations, otherworldly divinity
A strong lead actor and stronger supporting cast
The story of a normal child turned quick to outcast
That struggled through l...

A Piece of Devil Ass

My father always promised us thereâ€™d be better days
Before he turned his back and then he walked away
I played with the devil but now it was his turn to play
The devil comes in many forms to stalk all his prey
At first itâ€™s usually beautiful; itâ€™s never death and decay
In his case it was a woman who spit all the right game
And just like the devil she was the master of temptation
Capitalizing on his frustration and promising salvation
Conditioning him to accept humiliation and damnation
Like when the devil tempted Jesus by offering him nations
In exchange for his obedience and giving up aspirations
This woman tempts him with vacations to far away nations
In exchange for leaving it all including his family and relations
She turned him into the shell of a man I used to admire before
Talked him into cheating while married like an everyday whore
He told m...

Wild Girl

Iâ€™m tired of all the lies
Iâ€™m tired of all the tries
Iâ€™m tired of all the whys
Iâ€™m tired of all the crying
And feeling like Iâ€™m dying
And none is justifying
Iâ€™m tired of even caring
Itâ€™s madness she is sharing
My heart is slowly tearing
Iâ€™m tired of the excuses
This used to be exclusive
Itâ€™s trickery that she uses
My feelings she abuses
I knew that she was trouble
She had me seeing double
My heart is left in rubble
Thereâ€™s no one else to blame
I chose to play this game
This girl cannot be tamed

Concrete Jungle

Life in this city has been hijacked
Pretty lights and sounds distract
From all the monotony lacking abstract
Our dreams are slipping through cracks
And knowledge is coming after the fact
Our egos are being fed and remaining intact
And innocence is constantly under attack
Itâ€™s a dream within a dream within a cell
Concrete jungles breeding empty shells
Where lost souls and demons do dwell
Donâ€™t look too far for what they call hell
Just listen to any of the stories they tell
It feels like humanities under some spell
Occupying the woods is sounding real swell
Tell me for whom or for what are we living?
Receiving much less than all that weâ€™re giving
Players on a board and nobodyâ€™s winning
Temptations calling, itâ€™s easy to start sinning
Trying to feel whole but nothingâ€˜s quite filling
I think itâ€™s time for a...

Tears in Heaven

God you must be looking down with tears in your eyes observing
The wicked exploit the weak claiming your love they're deserving
Saying "In God we trust" but murder your children with guns they bust
I wonder when you'll be fed up with it all and say "enoughâ€™s enough"
I look around and see the rich get richer but the poor being decimated
There's so much trouble in this world and most of it seems premeditated
They're waging wars in your name and so many lives have been lost
Money's the root of all evil and they'll make it at no matter the cost
There's enough wealth in this world to end all global hunger and poverty
Instead they create borders on your Earth and call it private property
Lots of people have forgotten you because they kill all your prophets
They killed them all to protect the assets in their pockets
There's so much killing, racism and genocides but no solutions
There are lo...

I Remember Those Days Like They Were Yesterday

I grew up in a normal family but I didn't really have many friends
As a kid I was bullied, and to feel normal sometimes I had to pretend
At an early age I learned about loneliness, depression, and envy
I got used to being letdown because letdowns seemed to be in the plenty
Music became an escape for me, I used to listen to rock like mostly nirvana
When I was a kid the only friend I had was Rex, and he was my pet iguana
As time went by I became angry, y and even a little arrogant
It was evident, that, coupled with negligence, that disaster was eminent
Later on I would finally meet people I that would consider my friends
It was weed that brought us together, and I stayed high until the end
For the next 2 years I was living like a rock star and everything seemed fine
I wrote music, played in a band, played live and partied every night
Did I mention the girls? Yea they started coming around...

Recollections (Volume 1 Memory #1)

One night I scored some coke and I broke down in the hood
I was approached by fiends and a guy that was up to no good
He said â€œWelcome to the jungleâ€ with a slick smile on his face
His eyes were real wild, I didnâ€™t know if Iâ€™d get out of this place
He walked away and joined the others, then grouped in a huddle
Glancing over at me, I knew that they were plotting some trouble
The night was dark and the demons were out and wanted to play
I called AAA who informed me they were about an hour away
I didnâ€™t know what to do so I locked the doors and started to pray
I know I did wrong and deserved it but still I prayed anyway
Suddenly my clutch started to work so I got the hell out of there
I sped all the way to my apartment without a moment to spare
As soon as I pulled up to my home my clutch began to go out
I know something heard my prayers, of this I have no doub...

Questions

What is it really that weâ€™re so afraid to face?
We already know this worldâ€™s a cruel place
Itâ€™s no surprise that itâ€™s all about the chase
Weâ€™re chasing money, happiness, and stability
Constantly trying to prove our worth and ability
But get brought down by frustrations and hostilities
But how much does this really matter in the end?
Does it matter how much money you can spend?
Can money really buy you happiness or friends?
Can it buy you self-esteem and personal worth?
How about health? Can money stop all of the hurt?
What about love? Is this all we should deserve?
And what about wisdom and personal evolution?
So whatâ€™s the point of it all? Whatâ€™s the solution?
Itâ€™s harder to achieve with all this spiritual pollution
And whatâ€™s the ultimate goal? Whatâ€™s the truth?
Some people spend lives looking for a...

Girls Like Jerks

Amazing how girls seem to love jerks
It seems to me they love to get hurt
By guys who just treat them like dirt
Is it the obscene way that they flirt?
Or the way that they chase every skirt?
Just these things should raise an alert
But it seems they just love the perverts
Who just use them for holes to insert
Their s in and with lies they divert
These girlâ€™s minds with lies they subvert
Treating them just like a piece of dessert
The sad thing is theyâ€™re not even coerced
These girls think these jerks can convert
Like a script that needs a little rehearsed
Like a Greek tragedy, but of the perverse
Itâ€™s like the same song just a new verse
Not realizing how much they are cursed
I think theyâ€™re gluttons for pain of the worst
In the end they wish that time would reverse
A cheating jerk only makes them diverse
The nice fin...