songwriting

free verse
no beat


Abstract ways in which I word my visions
Don't understand these things that i'm feeling
Going head-strong like a head-on collision but i'm dead wrong
Can't tell where I be-long be-cause I got an addiction to acting strong yet I still imprison
my inner intentions in these words that i've written
Words beautiful like a birdsong, fight against the opposition while i'm cheered along by the people I call my friends
Don't know what they think of me and it feels like it's too late to make amends
But it all depends on how my emotions bend your mind like an idea you can't comprehend
I offend my many enemies simply by outlasting their silly one-line rhymes by centuries
of practice I leave a great legacy leaving no man standing before me

Hide my feelings like a secret identity
Is it really too much to ask for some serenity ?
Lacking many necessities
got hooked on you like street thugs get hooked on methamphetamine
Love hurts, but what's worse
is not knowing your own emotions
because when I spit venom I make it potent
flow so smooth it's like verbal baby lotion
feels like I can't escape the ever-present ever-vescent doom that's approaching
Dreamt up visions just make it all worse

Problematic people in my life I find myself meeting many
of these stupid so-so tough guys who always act so petty
running from my issues so much that it's got me all sweaty
jesus christ cant I just be done with it already ?
clinging on to the thought of peace like a child clings to teddy

I'm just so frustrated
Got used to anger because i've gotten used to hating
the president of my mind needs to be re-instated
spit so much fire fall asleep listening to my words and you'll be fuckin' cremated
like orange juice I keep my wordplay and flow concentrated
trust issues like telling you my feelings is the same as staring down an open gun
I feel like striking out because I can't ever hit a home run
every time I try I fail and it feels like I can't ever be done


Number-one of nothing so I lie and dream deep in my slumber
that I can outrun my constant ineptitude and blunders
It's a bummer
I lost the flow so I can't rumba
and i'm digging deep so you can call me a spelunker


So much on my mind but I still even know what to say
It's like my house has a big sign out front reading ' Stay Away '
Every day, every day, it gets a little colder
and I can't help but feel hurt when life gives me the cold shoulder
I came here to resurrect I didn't come here to slay
but this music and these rhymes come to me quickly like it's childs play
I wanna excite and get you to be-wild and beholder
but i'm just afraid that once again i'll loose my composure
I just wanna breakaway
I wish that it was Saturday or Sunday
because I don't feel like dealing with the stress of school today







Rap like the verbal code of Bushido
Violent existence tempered with wisdom
Rid you of your blood with one stab like a mosquito
With one blow i'll tear apart your whole system
it's a code of honor we're instructed to observe
A code that has to be mastered
we watch the bloodshed just to learn from what occurs
I wear one cloak bearing my symbol that's been tattered
I paint a pretty picture that crashes over you like a great wave
Tower over you like the Tokugawa Shogunate
tracking and laying to rest many ronin in their grave
never bested because my skill is predominant
i'm a well-read story like the Book of Five Rings
a master of the blade and verbal martial arts
taught to disregard petty things
tactician like a general, tear your Bonaparte's
mighty because I follow a warrior's creed
it's a true tradition
call yourself a master and i'll have to supersede