It's The Return of the Mack

hello

I Am

• I am the darkness that you see in the sky
• I am the words that comes from the mouth that comprehends as a lie
• I am the will of might one's might try
• I am the question of thought got you wondering why

I Am

• I am the full moon that lies deep in the sea
• I am the lack of oxygen you may not recieve to breathe
• I am the dom to the misconception you thought was free
• I am the unmistaken truth that nobody believes

I Am

• So when darkness swallows the moon to the sea from the sun
• my laughter is what you hear and your fear of what my anger just begun
• then the air suffocates your lungs and it looks like you about to become none
• Remember you can't confuse the lies from the truth because that conversation will be done

RHONE

Freestyles 2

The sequel we the blessings that open the conquest

The target on my back that lack the defintion the "S" on my chest

So can I digust the complicated times of mankind

That soothe the soul of mother nature or father time

rewind us to the past where the glory day

but thats another story plays

which rains on today society

this country broke but they got money in the lottery

so why are you lying to me

but i guess a couple people can have money and the other can suffer

Flint is dying because of there water maybe because they of colour

nobody stopped to wonder whats really taking us under

looking for a freedom of speech talking but nobody listening to the speech

looking at me to say preach but if i reach to far somewhere going to catch a breach

America is a death valley like what they say in a prayer so we pray we are the prey so them pred...

freestyle

Can you feel my pain

deep inside can you see the rain

the topple off the cliff its hard to maintain

look forward to a dream because my past is a ghost

making people laugh is what i cherished to most

post trauma dissolve that involve but never solve

situations is the art of confusion

facing times of the illusion

so I'm often losing

hitting the brick walls

made me sick to my dwalls

death is curtain calls but life is so much hard

death is easy survival is the mission

looking at the stars wishing

cant take back what you are dishing

a valley of death where that's evil spread the pot of the needle

the equal never becomes towards my people

this is a freestyle and there will become a sequel

can i kick it

FILL MY PAIN

Maybe love have spoke too soon, I was a big fool

dreaming of you that the reality I was sure to lose

the heart beats of pain the worship that I can's sustain the ambition of the rain

deceiving towards the thoughts taught of the inner soul

concoil of the oil that burns desire to my soul

walking into the walls that have blocked me to the ligh that the darkness carried its shadows

not often that tomorrow follows borrowed hollow grounds

bulletproof not often to make the turmoils of these sounds

mounted on my heads, death dont brings the dead

so all i write is dark poetry, unridden towards my soul

flowing down the waters, not believing stories like Jack and Jill

I popped pills just to make me feel happy, but the side affects make me not relieve this pain

Insane doing he same thing, damn, where can my brains hangs

put m heart in my writing not wanti...

July 2

Everyday I'm fighting a different war, never ending, I think my legs and arms are sore

I can see the windows pouring down those evil thoughts, when the ancestors was once bought intil there seeds was taught

Lying through the vision that everything comes in a rash decision, as a admission to this blacken state of mind

Crime is all we seen to know how to do, sticking with you and me just to make one move

In time our mental hasn't improve, aiming to lose the thought that the cause is toring to the abusive that never held a card to be persuasive

Native to a foreign land, can anybody comprehend this torment of lecture that gives the other culture pleasure

Now look at me, do you think I know better, but I don't I've been surviving this way so long, now you going to tell me I'm wrong

RHONE

DREAMS

I must be dreaming

an illusion to cap my space to forward of time that no one can relate

lost in this here dream

as fantasies enroll in the turmoll of the process that once compromises this faith

listening to the version of a dream

that have blank stares in the window of the world that was once thought is suppose to be simple

now walking with the dream

tomorrow we grow hand and hand for those that cannot withstand will fall behind

this is not the root of the crime its a sign of a dream

for the human beings that have dream are the desire of the goals that you think for a cerain object

goals equals dreams

things that goes to follow the hollow desert of tomorrow which these thing can promise hope

DREAMS

RHONE

LOVELY

lovely as the eyes meet to see things is such a dream

dreams to believe that things that cannot bleed to overcome the free

i need to take a knee

a gravity that boggles the mind the mentality of the crime

that in do time i do think of you

pictures that arousal the emotion to the potion of whatever the thoughts are quoting

no joking

not laughing

for the cheers that brings hope from the heart that wasnt never torn apart

the apart which have no faith to lovely as the past tense to me and you cant miss

but a form of a wish nothing to dismiss

LOVELY

RHONE

CAN I STILL STAND

They took my pride and my joy away

made me walk through darken paths that have my life at its stake

they speak words of hate and tried to bury my faith 

BUT SO I STAND

they made me lie down in unforbidden pathures 

made me look at those of my brothers and sisters as a rapture

capture my mind body to take away my soul

BUT SO I STAND

standing alone to sacrifice the tone of my voice

standing alone through the obstacles of there choice

standing alone through the crisis that objected me 

standing alone through the wrongs that never been taught

STILL STANDING

trying to find the light in the middle of this darkness

trying to fight against the enemies that confine me

trying to fight the regret for the transit of the inner being and the foreign policy that we all dreaming

I STILL HEAR

the voices of my ancestors

i hear the thought th...