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