I LOST ONE

It took two to make me, but I lost one
Living off thoughts, my distant fainted memories
Missing that bond between father and son

Packing away pictures, clothes, memories of N64, it was fun
Back in Jersey City with muddy cleats
It took two to make me, yet I lost one

Running, Sweating, Panting, Lincoln Park under the sun
Blistering cold or in a wave of heat
Missing that bond between father and son

Days with you breakfast, dinner too much fun for lunch
My old man, my dad was a true friend to me
It took two to make me, but I lost one

Mommy working hard to buy things for her son
Yet your face I see when I awake from sleep
Oh, how I miss the bond between father and son

Your dead in spirit, wasn't from smoke in your lungs
Still talk about you, your still a part of me
It took two to make me but I lost one
I miss that bond between father and son.

 

Love you Dad

Love is blind.
Cuz Love couldnt see how I felt
Love progresses but I regress, now all I see is myself
Thought I Knew who love was
She wasn't nothing but what was
Now I look at love and think of what was
I sit and laugh, I stressed over love
Never met her in person and never felt Love's love
But whatever it was, I felt that i loved Love
I Thought I Knew
So much for Love

Darker then the Devil's soul, no illumination on this path
Feel like I'm blind, use my hands, touching everything i pass
My hands,now my opticals
Navigate me through this abyss of shadowed obstacles
There's no light at the end of the tunnel
No beaten path i can follow
Throat hurts everytime i swallow
I'm Alone
Guidance, through this Darkness and Silence
I'm Alone
Slowly roaming in these Places, this foreign Oasis
I'm All Alone
Give me your hand, give me permission
To trail your steps out of this emotional submission
Say something so that my ears may listen
Show me different ways, just like light passing through a prism
Whatever you do. Do not show any resistence
I need some sort of help, Please Provide Assistance.
I dont want to be Alone.

Parental Discretion Advised
Cuz i reside on the underside where i died
I ressurect myself. Take a look in my eyes
I aint ur average joe still not P. Pierre with my words
If i could get pennies for thoughts then my words have worth
Is it wrong for me to express myself
I speak from the heart is it wrong for me to feel myself
Ha feel myself. well you  feel me
My thoughts are limited to the cage of my cranium but my speech flows free
Is this wat I am suppose to be
Some sort of lyricist..NO..a floetic poetic sporadic estatic individual
That use the English vernacular for some sort of verbal visual
I only wish to expand my philosophy to the highest pinnacle
These words are therapeutic somewhat clinical
Ask me how I scibe these letters
Or how I come up with these thoughts that I constantly span
I'll say....SHIT i dont know...how come you walk on your feet and not your hands?

I gotta show da world but my art on display
I showcase niggas face wit an ak
Semi autos make niggas bodies look disastric
Cover ya eyes its Rated "G" its too graphic
Dats wat happen when dey framed get blasted
Every piece of flesh,bone, and meat packaged in plastic
Im a psycho cutt off ya Big toe
So da morgue dont kno where da body go
Im sick when i spit my lyrics is jus nasues
Rhymes run tracks so my pen and pad is exhausted
SO i turn my beginner elementary rhymes to trigonometry
And precalculate my calculas stats and geometry
I intersect vortexs, aint nothin imaginary
I speak in algebraic equations against verbal adversaries
Along wit a cold hearted assassin and da .4Nickel
Lyrical monsters,, a hard to open jar of pickles
In booths dats scorchin hot along side spittin flames
Acid reflux we burn holes in niggas frames
We stay on top of da game we neva lineute
And believe it-- I vomit flows like im Belemic

LC NIGGAS

Feelin a lil depressed, a lil stressed, emotinally displaced, mind needs to erase.
Not quite da same, she jus not quite da dame.
Not as it appears to be, i appear wat seems to be ghostly
Sometimes its best not to approach me.
People need to leave me alone....Arivadurchi(??????)
Im too nice to broads den on my list i start slicin broads
Den are start ova and now i got twice da broads
Broads are to broad aint one single one dats unique
Jus all da same but portray somethin mystiq
Fuck dat, i learned their ways and aint not one impress me
Den dey talk about love shit not even one did impress me
All alike and den dey all like dey ya wife
And den after awhile dey wanna be all ya life
Revolves around but i aint dissolvein down
To no mushy gushy marsmellow soft pussy
Dat let some egotisitics twist me wit linguistics blissly
But im gifted wit da tongue of sweet talkin linguistics
So dez potential Jump offs-- jump back on wit da swiftness
So until she walks into my life wit da rite to be by my side
It will remain single i remain even if i Die
Im dont stop I static charge my bunny
But its wateva less bitches den more money
Less lipsticks and gifts I conserve my euros
So it all mean i keep more of my zeros. Ha

LC4FB

Loose

Change

4 life

Fuck

Bitches

Me and my niggas ride...ride till we die
and we aint gon rest till in dirt yall niggas lye
Fuck bitches even tho we gettin more
Down wit fake ass niggas nevermore
Pen to paper this is a forgotten lore
Until I harness da power to fly and forever soar
Cuttin yall down with a dented meat cleaver
Something like a lumber jack you could say I leave it to beaver
Leave it to me to resurrect how i spit
Been Gone for a minute but dat was to get lyrically fit
Can i bust open a can off ass woop wit a side of lyrics
Methapors and Similies catching da jaws off all you critics
When i spit its quiet I aww da crowd and silence da crickets
But i'll end right here with a dis small incision of my vision
You'll neva kno exactly what I'm saying unless you listen ...........
SO LISTEN

I shoulda let you kno/shoulda let it go/shouldnt hold on 2 it no more/im tired of all da mistakes and mishaps/da cause my mind to relapse/i jus wanna erase instead of havin 2 take/dis bull dez lingerin thoughts/Dis things da i didnt want/dis things i wish i could foget/tha things da i will regret/it wasnt suppose to happenand im sorry it did/but i didnt want to prolong it/So i bottle my pride, my social life/handle things myself hopefully dey would resolve/but i dissovled and crumbled and was crushed/Basically i was fucked/life sux but i guess im stuck/Got away from obstacles but now im jus outta luck/Please lord hold my hand/life me please/Cuz im one man dats on his knees/Late night stressin heart lays outta my chest...and/it stops beatin as i watch me bleedin/my eyes roll over my eyes are glazed/all of a sudden i can see da gates/den i realize dis is da place/where i get judged by god face to face/But wat could i say...for lord i sinned/I folded under pressure in constant corners i was pinned/Im prayed for miracles i prayed and prayed/And now i stand here at da pearly gates..........................

WHAT HAPPENS NEXT????????????????????????????????????????

I aint worried bout no trick bitch/cuz when it come down to it aint no trick comin between dis cliq/Batman and Robin,da black Mike and Ike/Anything goin down we gon fight 2nite/Dis vibe is right, we gon stay tite/Niggas till we old, and facing da brite lite/Yea....dat bird brain chick wanted some of da seed/Dats why i aint think 2 much bout da scene/Outside da box and between da lines/ Ride or Kill niggas iz wat is on da mind/See mistakes was made and i admit dat/But i wouldnt do shyt behind ya back/Neva dat, neva lax, neva gon fall back/ Neva gon dissolve dat/So we gon go back/way way back/ To da beginning where everthing seem like it would neva finish/And i hope dat i could replenish neva diminish/Neva obliderate neva to dessimate/Only to keep things straight, WE NIGGAS EVEN AFTER WE HIT DA PEARLY GATES

It is wat it iz

I can tell you it aint wat it iz...but hey it iz wat it iz

Contemplating, i was jus patiently waiting, but it wasn't on purpose man.
I wanted to let u kno my nig but i was in a predicament.
Fake Love is when i nigga fuck ya bitch, dont think wit his head and only think wit his dick.
But i aint move, but still im not mad at chu, cuz i coulda jus moved in like i was tryna back stab at you.

Hesitatation and contemplation, in my room late night back and forth pacing.
Circulation thoughts, my heart jus racing.

Dis shyt wasnt suppose to happen...but it did
I dont care if u mad at da kid .....

but i was thinkin wit my head....and not wit my dick.