as i search for the answers the thrist for knowledge seems powerless as we age/
as we turn the page on another year we must now learn to set the stage/
from sqaulor to fame the fallouts the same who wants their dreams the american way/
the current world and it’s ways makes me scared to say that i’ve been dared to pray/
can we change our path or do we need to endure the stress and hate our past/
so now do i continue to write my wrongs or try to right my wrongs too fast/
we will all soon pass so do you choose to uplift our people or something equal/
let’s just not pray on the bleak few and try not to herd the meek that seek the steeple/
what does god teach you that love is conditional and you should take how people treat you/
do you want to live like this i don’t think so so go out of your comfort zone and seek truth/
where does the journey take me i’m aching for simplicity in my daily routine/
the truth hurts i can’t seem to talk through things one day i hope i can come clean/

i’m life changing but not law abiding my hands are scarred from writing/
i’ve seen what the prophets have searched for but my vision marred my sighting/
i’m not blind but reminded that without blinders you get scared of the truth/
but not by fiction time we face the facts and it’s about time we dared our youth/
we aren’t headed in the right direction lost on this atlas like columbus/
your words chosen in generally are horrendous but i’m great at this i’m stupendous/
exploring the subterrean landscape what this hand makes will decide this man’s fate/
i still seal deals with a handshake they must be after humans that they can sedate/
easily adaptable it’s practical to force the masses to practice what you preach/
but it’s the greed you actually seek as i see these factions formed by the weak/
you know the individual a benz with tinted windows though and his fists are full/
of bills it’s quite miserable to show that i know more than our elected officals know/
i’m not saying i’m a mensa member but i know that legal tender tempts the honest type/
there’s two things about me i get along with night and even when i’m wrong i’m right/

A friend wanted to me to touch on the idea of suicide, so I decided that I would let my brain wander into the unknown. I don’t condone this kind of action, but I’m sure we have all thought about a better place at one point or another.

is it a cop out how about we hop out of our bodies just for a second/
do we make the right choice we all know it’s the devil that beckons/
or is it our time to go i know my mind will know when death becomes me so/
my life at times is slow as the knife draws bloods and those cuts do show/
but who will show that they care when the air is drawn from my wilting body/
as my body gets cold there goes my soul my heart my mind as i kill things softly/
but often our kind is misjudged but i have distruted this path i’ve chosen/
i shed societies mold when i was told at ten that my heart was molten/
that it had melted alongside the feelings i had about the life i had lead/
forcefed until i was confirmed dead mislead about the image i wish i could shed/
they even tried shock therapy and apparantly that didn’t work as planned/
and made me take whatever they thought would cure what ails as my throat was crammed/
with pills with names i couldn’t pronounce but they sure made me feel numb/
the doctors i wish i could grill them they didn’t know that they will kill some/

A brother of a friend passed away, I had lots of thoughts on my mind and this is what it produced. Rest in peace to everyone that has gone early.

sure seems that the best are leaving no matter what they believe in/
it doesn’t matter what you’re preaching but to me they are gone for no good reason/
i don’t think they are seeking a better place and to me you said it’s fate/
as the bright ones depart to the grave early it does make our heads rotate/
should we break down and cry or sort out our lives and continue to soldier on/
we can’t hold on strong now that our family, best friends, spouses, and lovers are gone/
what did we do so wrong that this pain is felt so long we question ourselves/
one day i’ll be resting near as we shed a tear on the plot that’s been delved/
and now their wealth is the smiles, laughs, and joy spread amongst by all/
i’m still trying to figure out why it’s their name their lord needed to call/

in a dream like state i saw the  night change and i’m free from these chains/
i need to refrain from putting the blame on these snakes and their fangs/
and where does that leave us desolate and cold as we seek the truth/
why must we compete to prove the news is real but it still bleak for few/
to weak to subdue the hues of blue my soul is feeling less than ordinary/
more than many i think are forced to fend without means it’s sort of scary/
maybe i’m ornarary but doesn’t the make-up of us seem fake and corrupt/
or am i too late or abrupt or maybe it’s that i’m not awake to disrupt/
do we need to use soldiers to send a message that the oil is gods/
from iraq to sudan we need to retract from command those moralist slobs/
they must be bored with their jobs as they let the bloodshed continue/
must i remind you the rest will combine into a new world order debut/
a few will hold onto you and rule with the money and power in mind/
i’m sour to find out to do what needs doing there isn’t enough hours of time/

I  would like to give a shout out to Chris and what he has going on at http://www.nomdeguerre.ca.  I’m helping him put together a graffiti magazine focusing on the westcoast of Canada.  Check out the link.

am i confused as you believe the words of the offspring of the virgin mary’s womb/
my views are rarely used i still feel that the world will only get more scary soon/
so i need an escape cruise to wherever my fate will allow my soul to be free/
i now hold the key and no one seems to be holding me back i’m not forced to agree/
as my mind gets lost in the forest greens the sea it’s no longer foreign to me/
it’s wonderful to see but to me societies problems are stored in the streets/
we all need to be able to create our dreams and not lock them away for years/
why do we stray when fear creeps our way or do what it takes to keep yahweh near/
as i paint the portaits of orphaned souls with tainted ink on a ruined canvas/
this made me think maybe it just our brush strokes but who understands this/
i feel their life as it surrounds me but also see the black clouds that follow/
who is the one that is hollow what i observe daily often makes it hard to swallow/
does god know he doesn’t exist i would rather have the dj save my life anyway/
my life is perfect as long as rent is paid and i have my family and friends today/

i’m always fascinated that i can handle where my mind goes/
but as life passes and time flows i’m asking if your kind knows/
and remind those of the corruptions and lies that i might right/
personally i like life and it’s contents i hold onto tight like/
the grasps money has on us even though we aren’t the ones with it/
but who’s the culprit who can stop it do we need to get specific/
or need to place conditions as we began to map the tension/
i see them tapping into your father’s pension might we mention/
you’re full of apprehension as well hoping here is colder than hell/
they can’t get ahold of their health should they make a mold of themselves/