A Candid Critic

Wrong turns and dark corners

hurtful words 

parallel worlds

This builds my persona 

My aggression was built, based upon life many lessons

all summed up to experiences 

Progression;

will always move, right? 

well in the right direction

The affliction in any position 

AND I MEAN IN ANY POSITION

professes the strain 

that I can never 

NEVER

allow you to notice 

the reign it has 

behind my eyes 

And I bear the pain 

knowing that business only guarantee temporary relations 

That's what situations teach.

There is no room for emotion.  

So why am I emotional about this?

Prayer I

Lord give me a sign

Show me a light 

Give me some height

So I can rise through my demise 

Teach me the way 

Give me directions 

So next time I won't stray,

Please forgive me this day,

and let be yesterday news - tomorrow.

My soul isn't empty; it is filled with sorrow

I have experienced defeat

Now I am on my knees,

begging you to have pity on me...the weak.

These words are my tears...

ink filled

....and this page is my face.

I confess my sins to you 

Asking that you have mercy,

that you help me,

rescue me,

please.

In your name I pray 

Amen

Matthew 7:7  ”Ask, and it will be given to you seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you"

Countered

Homicidal antics run rampant in the streets 

Suicidal thoughts run wild in me 

The thievery doesn't only happen to individuals of the neighborhood 

it happens to the community

We've been robbed of our ethics and morals 

and our unity 

Poverty is the only tenant that isn't evicted 

but everyday it puts people out on the streets 

My pockets seen more lent than any forty day fast 

for all the religious beings reading 

Catholicism can kiss my ass

religion has weakened a nation built on a belief that has formally strengthened 

we read but...

to try to educate and and not be educated ourselves??

No, Thank You

This is Crackers News 

Where we have crews of crackers 

cruising around trying to find out the location of the Next nigga bashment

This is where niggas who are suspects are shot on the spot for have a thick wallet and cell phones in their pockets while slowing reaching for it yelling out "we innocent"

"we aint got shit"

Well that's one nigga down 

Now here's the sub story: 

One kid who's 6'6 with large lips and a skin complexion that's darker than shit was taken down for rape Though released on mistaken identity,

it didn't matter cause shortly after he was a victim of false evade

around the corner of the Precinct

some hooligans gave chase after robbing the aci man 

and that man decided that he wasn't going go through the conditions that he did in Iran 

hopping over a counter with a six gauge in hand 

that 6'6 kid lay with large lips that was darker than shit lay flat on his back

Live action like this just got the camera man an advance because his boss is a white man

And to expand on more cracker news the weather is 96 degrees of more deadly shooting an droping to a low of 80 thefts at night so white people if you have to go out make sure you got some protection I'm sure a knife would suffice 

Back to you in the studio but before we go a word of advice to the crackers out there 

The Nigga news is back in town

Black and Gold

I'm grown;

Now imagine what I'm going to see

I have to do it for my future,

my success will fuel my son's dreams.

Teach him success isn't colorblind

His drive will have to be as twice as mine.

Black man, held down from birth. Damn.

Assata shot a pig so we can all go H.A.M.

Our history, rich and similar to that of Mansa Musa's

That's why I rhyme, hard at this flow;

I gots to be nasty...

Everyone claims to be a poet
until it comes to poetry.

I'm a writer....

I won't limit myself

I raised my fill line the farthest

I see further than myself;

I live further than my words;

I see further than any politicians policy;

I see the police grip tighter to their guns

steadying the peace. [HA]

I see an uprising coming by the next sun
The next son.

To walk with Malcolm in Martian's dream, I think

Black and Gold;

Our Skin and our blood

Black and Gold
Our Pride and our Soul

Black and Gold 

We the Alpha

We the Alpha

We the Alpha

It Burns!

Kissed my nieces and told them I love them,

Had me wondering what love really means.

Is it the feeling of responsibility

that lets you know you can always count on me?

or is it the caress of the flesh that makes you feel wanted and blessed.

Love either way is sacred and divine;

something that shines through dark all the time.

Marriage, family, friends and love can still be shared

because the light never ends.

Echo (P1)

I know that a decade ago my life wouldn't have been where it is if it wasn't for the effects of a few

Untimely events

Allans done

He's failed

He can't go on much longer with a smile

While he knows he don't belong 

Allan is reckless

He is helpless

Life has beaten him 

Why don't he quit 

What can he really do 

Held down

He holds down 

Whatever he touch

Let's leave him 

Death has followed him

Nothing can grow around him

They all know 

He's nothing special

Just a young soul who beloved invincibility is his entity 

Buts he's invisible to the world

Allan can't succeed

Allan can't stand 

Love, prosperity....

Even life....gave him a losing hand

Allan is Sand 

Nothing grows from it.

Scream It (P2)

I can't believe what some people have thought of me 

I'm a failure of them 

So much dirt thrown on a name 

The world is surprised to see a garden grown.

Long ago I left home 

My brain forgot the way back and its ok 

My heart died and my soul forgot the pain

And I wouldn't rather it a different way

..........My fingertips however

Could never forget the strain 

My hands calloused with the grain of the rope I used to pull down success from above

The day I planned to recreate my whole load 

I predetermined successes

And sparked a flame under the kerosene called hope...

 and laid the echos to rest

Blueberry (K)nights

The dedication 

was of complete exhilaration

A power preoccupation of unification

So quaint the elevation of eloquence

I wasn't hesitant the jump the fence

Now more sensible the experience brought about hindrance

So forgive my patience for the delay

It seems as my emotions run in relay

And as I relate the message to my brain from my heart just so my soul can feel it....

I gather my thoughts and to try and understand why my lips conceal this.

The objectivity of connectivity in reality

........all relies

...on me. 

Time won't allow me to find what has already been in front of my eyes twice this lifetime.

But surprise I burst out of the shell of solitude that have for a longtime caused an antisocial attitude. 

I'm on a plain so high and this feeling is just increasing my altitude. 

And I don't mean to be rude 

when I request for you to strip out of the skin that has held your angelic features in, 

 I know no human can obtain the type of attention I have given so to the embodiment. 

Of you

Love Dessert(us)

Love deserters 

Your arms open 

I feel my love found a home

The say only time will tell 

So I guess we would grow old 

Holding on to each other

Put the crayons back in the box

I'm done drawing new pictures

Love deserves us 

It's been to long since I found a place where I can lean back and enjoy a smile all day

Sometime instead of a movie let's go to Broadway

Cause the way I'm curving these roads 

It's you I wanna stay in a lane with 

Funny(us) Serious

Does a clown really smile 

And if so why does it have to be painted on

I can't imagine being paid to get laughed at all day long

Some things are funny to me 

Like a guys who missing a shoe string 

But what if its found around anothers neck who decided that his life should be cashed out

 he tied it on to his bed and the other to his neck and jumped out the window 

With a suicide note 

He rhymes so the only line is a punch line

"Now I'm on deck" 

But here's the joke

The man who committed suicide 

Dies and left the man with no lace his place and everything in his name.

Sand Castle

Deprived by our own ingenuity 

As a slaved named Tele I asked:

"How did the white man come to rule me?"

"I'm sure the light man had a plan but we pa,  we bright man and here first

Ma said we knowledge come from above the stars.

So why is it its our skin that carry scars, from beatens that these monsters have traveled from the easterns to deliver?"

"Paw answer me."

Engraved in our kind are the tears and blood that enslaved our skin

But along with that carries the resilience and willingness that freed our kin

This is where my generation begin.

Black Hoodies

Enslaved
By the chains we latch around our neck
Pay attention to those in graves;
Our history shows us what's next.
I rather walk with no label than be falsely accused and arrested
I plan on successful returns on all my investments
Yes I'm only half
But I'm fully apart of this struggle
And in a line up
I'm sorry to burst anyone's bubble
They'd probably pick me as well....

I never had a father to grow me into a man
That was my own rumble
Now I'm standing tall
Taking it all.....
A lion in the concrete jungle
With a heart of stone toward
Anything that isn't straight forward
Maximum attention is paid the to minimal subliminals
You know the white criminals who get reality shows
Or the black criminals who still gets hung after serving fifteen to twenty on death row

Crippled Donuts

You are the source of life like the sun
Harmful as idle hands introduced to a gun

You lighten and brighten my every smile
And when the gun goes off no matter where it hits it bleeds cause no

type of armor can achieve the type of guard needed

The first time I looked into your eyes I knew you were mines
You've succeeded into my heart, in my eyes you were heavenly, you heathen

And when you smiled I knew no matter what lay ahead I'd go through
anything for  this achievement
And when you lied I knew but I was too week to believe it

And my ambitions your presence would feed it. 

How can something so lovely come from something so ugly?

Candy

Black tops on top of the hill
Flat-tops on Capitol Hill
Lets dream what we want
lets all live until its real

The demographics of our people
These demons are graphic with what we'll reap soon
The pictures are clear
In our minds; they'll seep through
we've all became conscious of the fact that
economy has one big strategy
the economist and regressions analysts
This is what causes the anarchy
All they do are flip the switches to see what circuits
effects our existence's

The lines that guides our lives
are sublime in the rap of the congress
The congressional stands
where the professional bargainers join hands
the catholics, christians, jihadist, and rest of preachers and prophets
all seen to me as contrabands of religions
where it's no longer fought with guns and swords
just the gift of gab
These bitches

This is the lyrical eulogy of this tyranny
that has bounded me
Born to reign
but can I ever loose the control
At times I recede
Then I remember to live bold

Bare Back

Walking through streets where dreams are chased by nightmares
Where the good people are stuck in something like the matrix
And niggas do not care
I walk and try to warn
The modern Revere
Life seems to be moving
Is anyone there
I brave through the bereavement
With all my demons near
Every crisis I created
My mind; the trials of internal insinuations live there
I sense the kiss of the Grim
Though God told me the end shouldn't be feared
Death has become my friend
After all  it is life that we live that we leave here

Probate

I want to be as wild as the lion alive in me
I want to live without restraint
With my wild side outside of me
It's been sometime
I've been keeping beast within
It's time for some serious release
It's time for this thing to begin

A.... Complete uninhabitable
Unmatched animal
Fully capable of the impossible
Unconscious of the fact there's no consciousness of the insalubrity
A...... complete optimist
Nothing bothers it

Either way what the fuck is closure
Allan need to man the fuck up
In a grand style and keep his composure

Be grand
Never again will you allow again
something like feelings
to feel like they can just seep in

DOPE!

Crack before Grand
She was Dope before man
We went hand n hand
Summer of '07
She saved me from an asylum
walls all white and morbid thoughts in my mind
And lead me through hell
Our minds out of this world
we were earth-less
Any word against her was worthless
I put her word above everything
Trust so potent
You could feel the high without a hit
Dope taught me the ropes
Showed me how to sling knowledge
We graduated from adolescents
Into college
Still, She's here supporting me
Dope was always traveling
Crack just stuck to making money
I would be right to stop right here
Cause only Dope could finish this for me....

God's Refrigerator

A fridge full of history

Refrigerate the memories

Pictures depict the shifts through time

Some timeless shit

The flicks freeze the families

Forget yearly engagements

We got a family tapestry

Taped up

So the future can view me

After me

After we

Left what was one called our being

A photo album

Five feet tall

Die-cast

Or

Iron....

Like our will..

It shows our struggle

it is where we paste the monthly bills

its literally an icebox where my heart live...

....

And above

Boxes of what we milk

until our stomachs are filled..

This is God’s refrigerator

This Is God’s refrigerator

"The Scenic Route"

She would've been a catch at 22
If not for the catch 22:
See: I caught her on her knees
Fulfilling some unsavory needs.
Even when she wouldn't feed,
They still urged her to proceed:
Kept her knuckles to the wall;
Knees scraped till they would bleed.
She thought I would take heed;
But instead, I took the lead.
I wanted to see her face
Because she still deserves grace.
Ever woke with a change of heart?
I slept with a stranger's heart
In my hand.
Lately, its been strange on her part.
Is it me she cannot stand?
She mutters for me to expand.
My mind will countermand.

I completely understand;
But she clung to her demands.
I thought all was in hand;
But she had much more planned.
I implored that she desist
Although she was hard to resist.
She would push on and persist.
She said that I was on her list.
Her confused mind consists
Of all the hapless charm and wit
That tore her Psyche to bits
As she did things she can't forget.
She invited me to follow;
But deep inside, she was hollow:
Filled with filth and guilt to swallow
Searching for solace to borrow.
Her eyes held no self care;
Just loneliness and sorrow.
She has so much more to share.
But she never hoped for tomorrow.
At a time I offered her a plan:
Something to help still suicidal hands.
I requested that she release with ease.
She accepted then released pleasantries;
Still withholding from me, nothing;
I sat in horror of stories that included barter,
Explained long ago the thing 
was pride she had swallowed
Then hopeless eyes peered at me;
Pleading to leave the judgments behind 
while she stood before me.
How can I resist a face so heavenly?

I gave her levity.
Her heart hang heavily;
Sinking down beneath her soul.
No balance. No control.
She wasn't clay for me to mold
Or a story to be told.
Most left her out in the cold;
But she was a sight to behold.
She was so much more to me;
More than others cared to see.
She doesn't need charity.
She needs someone to help her be.
She deserves the best from life.
She endured her share of strife.
No more emotional gashes.
It's time to get rid of the knife.
Incandescent was her stance of life.
She wiped out any indecorum with a pipe.
I hoped only as her savior,
I can reverse this erratic behavior.
She'd get though the night 
in a stuporous state
To wake you with streams 
of tears on her face.
Listening, my heart filled with distaste......
That's when I knew no longer 
could she win any race alone.
So I decided to take up 
first place in her life
I decided to illuminate her path
I decided to be the hand 
that she can hold.

She cried a myriad of tears;
drowning herself to sleep at night,
but dry eyes purge fear;
so I offered her sunlight.
She needed someone to side with;
not just someone she can ride with.
I've no desire to dive in.
I just need her to confide in me.
She is so much more
than she'll allow herself to be.
A world of blessings are in store.
I know that nothing is earned free;
but she can transcend potential.
She can go further than possibility.
With or without the credentials,
she can enjoy the liberty
of knowing that her life
is no longer marred with the pain
caused by her past decisions.
There's so much for her to gain.
We dance to the tunes 
of the marrowy facts
that at last life 
has turned around,
There's no looking back.
Our first step forward
as we move toward the 
life that I promised
as we push onward
I smiled knowing that 
this decision was final;
the security she found in me,
the solace in we.
She and I trudged 
up what was rocky
Happily we come to a place 
where we could be free.
Finally.

Our undeniable, everlasting affirmation
was the fact that there is a destination;
no matter the route of navigation
or what form of intricate formation.

She relinquished most of her sanity

for a life of shame and vanity;

but when given a second chance,
she found a love that was uncanny.
It's ever so easy to backslide
when the ceiling greets your backside;
but when given the chance to stand,
she found where she should reside.
No more abiding by the rules
of a litany of unsavory tools
that drool as she warms bar stools.
Life is no longer minuscule.
There's so much beauty to be found
when looking at the bigger picture.
Chain smokers have lost control
over when her light can flicker.
Love repaired her broken jaw
and healed her blackened eyes.
It may not hide her flaws;
but she no longer asks God why.
She willingly opened her heart
without having to part her legs.
I stretched out my loving arms
and she never had to beg.
A path cluttered with maybes
eventually brought us to together.
Time will plot our next direction
as we draw closer to forever. ♥

Written By: Allan Ricketts And Devin Joseph Metz

GRAND

To view life with emotionless eyes
Haven't cried since my consious died
What was supposed to be great
Became grand
Life then became easy for me
Everything thought out
And every feeling planned

Since I became this monster
Thus far life has been fine
Then a whirlwind of history hit me from behind
Life isn't supossed to catch up to those who don't stop moving
When it grabbed me
It was confusing
I backtracked and lost myself constantly thinking this was me improving
Life became amusing
All the while I was losing
My edge

To recreate
A man must first
Destroy what is already there
Then start within
Me I was less than a person
Something heartless pretending
Daily, convincing myself I'm me.
Though Not stupid enough to believe what I see
To rid myself of all this
To start over wouldn't be easy
Not without him

He encased what couldn't be face

Became what he wanted to be 

He became great 

Great became grand Grand became me.

Me, I would never fail

The Hurricane Dream

Dear Irene,

You hurricane, hurry up and arrive

(hug me)

Wash away the pain

Clear my mind and clean these streets

Nightmares; to births to daemons

and blood soaked sheets

Give me clarity

Let your angry rain, reign over me

Seduce me with the whispers of your winds

Blow me away with your thoughts;

And Irene

when you arrive drag the sun behind you

I'm wound up in reality

release me

let me live

Lead the life of my dreams

leave me a promise to return if ever need be

Irene, If you ever succeed

I'd be grateful

my daughter I'd name her after you

Dear Irene

you hurricane, hurry up and arrive

(hug me)

-Love for the moment

Signed: In need of Releasing

Shattered

I call them mini legends

who died and gone to little heaven

Along with realization

It wasn't even milliseconds

Many brethren claimed to have learned their lessons

but repetition only quickened

And she still stood with him

Talking about love

When they gave up the only magical thing between them

RED

Desolateness, decadence

The fact that I gave for you

what does it represent?

Defiance, resilience

The face that I wrote this in RED is the realest

I bled for you

I dread for you

It’s sad to see the veil over your eyes

BLACK sheer

Now I’m dead to you

And you to me

The Life we envisioned

and could not lead

Because of the life we left behind and could not leave

So in time we lost

Our loses leads to grief

But I grieve not for the pain but the pleasure of stagnation of a nation who fail to realize;

no gain in me

SUICIDE

You see the blood; Never the wounds

If the pills don’t get to me, the pull of the trigger will

The noose is as loose as the chair in the middle of the room

The barriers between your flesh and your heart, relieved for love

I break the mirrors so I won’t see what I have become

Self-hidden

Bed-ridden

Depressed, Stressing about success

In Love

Leads to digress

and release this lyrical blood

my ink bleeds only for me

so it will die along with me

I figured out the best way to exit where I no longer exist

let me write about it.....

"Slavery Still alive, They just be concealin' It"-Kanye West

Runned down gunned down

Rise with the morning
Die before sun down
Our sons down
Our daughters amiss
This is the life of lyric
The lines that are not reaching the rich
The riches are spent on what we “minorities” consider priorities
Rims drugs and women
This is considered better living
Statistics shitting on us
Who’s really winning?
Not us

Runned Down Gunned Down
Slaughter house rules style
keeping their left hand out of view of their right,
right now
Going against the currents
Like swimming up the Nile
The totem pole has been knocked down now
There is no more competition which makes me frown
upon window blinds

RUNNED DOWN GUNNED DOWN
the proper word is “ran”
its past tense of run which I just did
now I’m passed tensed
this will go unfinished....
......................
But it will end with YOU


runned down, gunned down.

The Boom Bap

The Hip-Hop
From hop scotch
To Scott La Rock
From the beat drops
To Flex drops bombs when the hits hot
Exclusively

Hip-Hop
The hips hopped
When Rick decided to be slick
Right when Bambaataa decided to migrate the flow from Africa
We heard the culture
Sitting high looking down on the hood
Hi tops and flat tops
Were the confirmation that the masses understood

In Hip-Hop
The style then later dropped -
(Literally)
Jeans below the asses
Only NWA  could explain what happened
They screamed were fuck the police
When we thought it was losing cause

The representatives of the republic decided this alpha music was dangerous
So we walked in Tribes on this so Called Quest
(to Question)
Love for our culture
The Roots
Of De La Soul
Which voice our soul in volumes

Hip-Hop...
Rocked
Every John wanting to be a Legend from the block
These funky beats had beasts checking out the ladies dressed in less
Showing their Foxy Brown skin
Trying to win a Roc Boy to be apart of the family

Hip-hop
the rap style
The flow of poetic justice
Where we battle with lyrics that engaged out spirits
As we listened to Badu haiku's and
Hey love; hi how are you’s
You see Music fathered me
Took me farther then what I could of believed

I am Hip-Hop
I’m a son of rhyme
An ancestor of the jive
I’m the style of delivery
In every punch line
Attitude determines my altitude

I am Hip-Hop
I’m the culture
I’m the move, meant to be no only heard but swooned
I am Hip-Hop
Who are you?

REBIRTH

Your tears are little drops of butane
It pours  like rain
Soaking my body with your pain
I, Inflamed by your strain
Erupted when I held you close
The slowly extinguishing flame of hope
you had burning
Suddenly erupted when our eyes locked
The fear for your future became the fight that gave you life
you then rose like a true phoenix
From the ashes of what burned you so long ago

Bitch and Brother

From now on I say Fuck it to a bitch faithfulness
I'm gonna just Fuck the bitch fatefully
To believe that only my dick can dig in her so deep
Until she can't help but to creep around her own expectations
To be orally elevated and we making love face
As we tucking in places that only provide extra exhilaration
To conclude we drinking what we fillies our bodies with
White grapes plus forty years of fermentation

Fuck love
In my heart lust replaced it
The perplexed surface of what burdened us
Erased it
Now all my feeling for a bitch
Starts at my pelvic
I'm done giving my emotions
I'm starting to feel selfish


There was a time I was hell bent
On returning
It was like expelment on what I was
Yearning
You taught me something valuable
Permanently
You have managed to take what cannot be returned to me

I called you a brother
And you called the only I fell in love with
Under the covers
I had reason
But I didn't expect you to commit
Such great treason
Bitches come between brothers
With secret meeting under covers
While I was wasting my trust and being in love
You two we busy being lovers

Fake Friends

Let's talk to him now and laugh about him later
When he asks us how his business got around
We'll point to his best friend and paint him as a hater

Let's appoint him president then have the cabinet throw him out the cupboard
Let's serial kill his dreams fantasies and hopes
Let's take his reputation and hang it with a rope

His ex is going to be both of our next
We'll mind fuck her out the best thought of him
Leave her heartless so she strangles the next man who reminds her of him

Let's be the worst friends in history
Let's paint his story across the internet
But first help him make a name...some introspect

He won't know we did any of this

We will be by his side as he go through it
Tell him we got his back and catch who ever did it
But a dog never catch his tail

My partner....well I hope he won't tell
At least not before me..

You may think I’m a fake friend now just wait and see

Its hard to climb when the better man is on top of me

A Twist of Hate

At eight years old
She decides she rather be dead
So she kills everything about her
She lives in her head

An eight year old
This is a story untold in many broken homes
Where domestic occurrences happens ten fold

One night she received a knock on her bedroom door late
After her bedtime she knew it could only be one of two

Eager to answer, she has not seen you all day
She really missed you
Once your frame was revealed
The outline of you seemed something shrewd
She knew something was amiss
She later admitted
At the moment you were her favorite good night kiss
Yo embraced her with affection and whispered softly that you love her
Though eerily she felt the sense of needed protection

The liquor on your breath was a knockout
You've drunken yourself into a stupor
One of your last

She felt it first stiff against her hip
She became frightening stiff
Tensed
Knowing your erection was filled with a killing infection
You then regained your fleeting sense and forced rejection
Not strong enough to fight him off
He signed your death certificate

At eight years old your life was over before it began
Specialist said nine more years...maybe
Years passed as you continue to hold back the hooded man
His icy cold breath
You can feel just creeping on your hand

Time passed as she grew
I did two
Problem though is I grew to be a replicate of the predicate
After a while you destroyed the only relationship in life that was relevant
The misplaced hate
Directed towards me was now the main dish on my plate
At eight years old
Life ended for you

At three years old
I would have gladly taken what was your fate.

HIM

Lost in my imperfect ways
I’m trying to find a way to apologize
Say I’m Sorry
Long ago I strayed away
Strayed away from caring friends
A loving family
a supportive society
Wanted to make it on my own
Create a name
Build an image
Live out what I envisioned
......but nothing goes as planned
It’s crazy how many plans gotten in the sands of time
As the hour glass of life empties
My soul fills with grief
Guilt from all toes I’ve stepped on
People I pushed around
This is an unofficial apology
I’m sorry....But do NOT quote me
Because in my life
I’ve created my own enemy
It lives within me
Slowly seeking ways to escape
Trying to seep through the cracks love create
.................
and KNOWING what I keep inside there is no way I preclude

HALF FULL or FULLY EMPTY

To hold up the world like Atlas
At last
Life has ended
Success is rendered
You look back on your life
At a glance
You get a chance
To glimpse
What really happened to him
History
Something you left along the way
Because you failed to merge
Her story in the mix
Now your legacy
Real feeble on the legs, it stands on you see
Decisions
Have gained you successful ventures
The real adventure was missed
Where's the family
Home alone
Macaulay Culkin
No one knows you
The real you
Only what you showed 'em
When you was on the road an' in the hotels
It's not you to blame
Because no one tells them
At the young age of adulthood
Still not knowing, what adults would
Find someone to trust
Invest in love, understand them
Then get out the woods
Understood
Now there you stand
Pocket full of loot trying to block the truth
It can't buy happiness but entertainment cost a really big payment and of course that distracted you
Tore you off course
This is where you ended
Where you lifestyle contend
With solace
Your head under the diadem
Now you feel more smarter than him
Finally able to overcome your ego
They call you Grand now
You tear that image into a thousand
Pieces
Searching for reasons to continue....  
This
Hoping that someone with a good memory would remember you even if it's through disdain
May that memory remain
May the facade give way
May your faith stay in place
May the words that you spoke long ago still remember its grace

Love for what is, though treat is as what you want it to be.

AMERICA WRIGHT

In disposition -
This one is the definition
Of the workers who NEVER complain
The strain is never enough
For theses hard workers complain or refrain from punching the clock

White collars
Used to be only white colored
Now divergent debates of which economy is strongest occur
Is only to be measured by which tie is the longest

Hustlers
In the street
Bragging about how big their gap is
The one that bridge the fact
That most of us descended from the renaissance’s
Being boastful about how bold it is to wield a weapon as little as a handgun
Though still able to cause mass destruction where we’re from
All-the-while
Not realizing it those antics that are holding us
Even go as far as to push us backwards
DeadENDS

Its America Wright
That has the pleasure of being subdued to American rights
Protected from nothing....(but the truth)
Insured for twice the amount
Its America who writes - that we can all achieve what we believe as long as we go according to what we see
Is America right?
In America we plight
But our ongoing fight causes us not to recognize that we have entered a sorry plight
The un-realizability of deception will be only visually acknowledgeable
To those smart enough to call themselves REBELS