Well here it is a downward spiral of emotion Spiral notebooks cloak and dagger fashion Longer lasting slashing fashion for a refreshment So was that fresh enough for you Pipe down motherfucker I’m trying to hear the news brief If you can’t handle silence you’ll be asked to clear the room please Can’t tolerate jabber-jaws and childish tag-a-longs Wishful thinking blinking wide-eyed like hearing sleigh bells from Santa Claus I took a picture of the sunrise yesterday In case tomorrow never came but that’s today and I guess I’m straight Nothing to worry about bouncing back slowly but surely now An unannounced arrival without any words pronounced The sound of silence recited and nothing else only that But something tells me you’re going to ask me Questions I can’t answer dancing on thin ice Think you’re Hip-Hop if not keep your fucking lips locked This is it here it is it’s in your face Invading your space so walk away or embrace it One or the other choose one you can’t have both Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe Well this is it here it is is it under your skin Are you wondering yet what’s become of our interests It’s begun this is it here it is What you think so what you think This is it here it is is it under your skin Are you wondering yet what’s become of our interests It’s begun this is it here it is So what you think are you surprised ... Stop the press can I have your undivided attention spans Only momentarily I swear to science it’ll be worth your while First thing’s first allow me to clear my throat Then enters the exposure of quote unquote certain files The classified trapped inside of pantomimes and built up belligerence Hidden increments and vital points to maintaining your plastic pride So wear that mask and plaster cast contraption as it blinds And binds all balance with a collapse of mind through average eyes Picking up pieces of shattered passion as it lies Laughing at last-in-lines scattering shadows amidst the shackled signs It’s only a matter of nonexistent tampered time Before the ransacking of plans that plan to plant a new patch of passion I’m Running out of patience unable to catch a strand of life Attempting to attach this handprint to my craft by candlelight So gather the masses have a gander or glance at my style Is it worth your while can’t speak for all but that’s your prize Surprise your prize is not knowing the outcome The guise or exterior of excellence how come Every time I think I’ve solved a problem It just gathers more momentum and ends up all around a Surprise your prize is not knowing the outcome The guise or exterior of excellence how come Every time I think I’ve solved a problem It just gathers more momentum and ends up all around a Surprise

Up jumps the start enter someone under-marked What once took a part now stands alone strands of a man unknown A brand not shown junkyard junk that was left behind let’s rewind See if we can’t invent a prime intensified Brand new style (style) revamped and re-released Amped without feedback let’s tackle matters that need to be Discussed don’t rush or do it just ‘cause forming Disgust and utter repulsion uncovered and molting it’s just Your beliefs I don’t believe to me they’re shit stuffed into piss-cups It seems like years I’ve been stuck in this pit of thick mud Spilt blood showers all flowers and wilts their buds Kills the love you gotta break apart before building up And I didn’t invent these rules nor paid hourly to follow ‘em But it gets me farther than allowance would allows feelings of Hollowness from time to time so long as it don’t affect my work ethic Alert the first entrance open the doors and I flirt with pure exits (But you know this won’t last) Don’t matter so long as it gets me past This state of bitter brash bric-à-brac that twists the stick already in my ass A conglomeration of aggravation and agitation Creates mass amounts of flesh wound lacerations and I can’t quite place it Where am I headed what’s there who’s this that and third? Can’t get a word out of myself and frankly that’s just absurd Curse the day that I missed my chance when I missed my bus When I gripped that hand greeting card fashion listen up Get the fuck away being on my back twenty-four/seven With your endless taunts and teases for that pass into pure Heaven So tell me why you do it man I’m anxious for answers Unable to ask for anything to help me in this game to advance toward Rewrites revisions edits etcetera so on To me your press-on-pressure just ain’t something to grow off It seems too insidious that new look’s hideous Tell me what can I do to fix this (Is it done for?) I can pretty comfortably say that and without getting tongue-tied Maybe ‘cause I love to reap the payback Once more come along see if you can sing my song Listen envision my vision and point out which things belong Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run From these rays of sun that are chasing us Well I never thought I’d say this but give me some rain to flood These rays of sun constantly chasing us Hounding almost grounded endangers us And because these rays of sun seem so dangerous Take this hand and let’s make a run From these rays of sun chasing us Wrong and right and in more ways than one so Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run Is it wrong? (Is it wrong?) Well it isn’t right But it isn’t wrong (it isn’t wrong) nor is it right But it’s alike in different ways and in more ways than one It’s the little things in life that make it sacred let’s make a run Little things in life that make it sacred Little things in life that make it sacred Little things in life that make it sacred Little things in life

Chiggy-check microphone check one Chiggy-check microphone check two Chiggy-check microphone check three Check game from the one they call Q-U-I-D I’m not asking you to understand anything I say Just asking you to show respect for man who thinks this way Who casts a grim display from time to time who doesn’t Water down any line he rhymes who’s passed the simple stage Who lacks official fame but attracts the listener’s aim Any time he picks a page to relax and liberate his mind And disintegrate that fine line between rhymes and reality In fact he’s balancing contrasts within the same kind May I arrange my ways to behave right on this mic And still walk that same fine line Question and exclamation points Parallel on occasion based off taster’s choice For those who hate the noise yet embrace the voice who deciphered The message you might get indented to grace this page with poise Finally I’ll find a balance to set I’ll tackle the rest Once I cash this reality check So you can call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters You don’t like what I say who’s forcing you to stay I’m a do what I want to do without a portion of delay Yo peace to the Prog-Rappers and Indie Hip-Hop masters Pioneers in that department arching the backs and crafts of artists Bending over backwards just to diss their predecessors These are the truest emcees you know let’s set the record straight Hip-Hop ain’t Hip-Hop unless you diss now-a-days Or brag on wax how fresh a battle-cat you are when you hit the stage Damn that shit’s so lame when did it turn to this And these are the cats urging on how it must return to its Primitive state listen you fakes write one song That don’t have to do with dissing the Mainstream it’s the same scene Over and over y’all don’t know what you’re talking about I’ve heard enough of your bullshit so put a sock in your mouth You already got your foot inside it’s easy to put aside Differences but I guess way more fun to watch the bullets fly Hypocritical headlines breaking news because you like Battle this battle that and rapping out of spite Take you and your backpack back to your computer screen dickhead Buy another Ecko outfit or soon-to-be hip threads Smoke another bowl so you can write another rhyme Your only source of inspiration find another time waster ‘Cause now you’re wasting my time Filling the Underground Scene with a bunch of lousy sounding Replicas identical twin of the last bloke To mic-check before you did wretched a listen to bad jokes Forced listen at that non-creative nonsense And all that surrounds the personified face of progress Yeah ‘cause there is none it drowned in the main stream (Mainstream) But suffocated Underground and now it’s a grave please Call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters You don’t like what I say who’s forcing you to stay I’m a do what I want to do without a portion of delay Call me a pansy a faggot even a bastard I only listen to me to me that’s all that matters If you’d like to listen too come on let’s step But if you don’t that’s cool too ‘cause this is not a test It’s just some choices just a multiple choice Just some choices nothing but a multiple choice Just some choices another multiple choice Lead the way and hopefully others will join Chiggy-check microphone check one Chiggy-check microphone check two Chiggy-check microphone check three You’re tuned to the sounds of Q-U-I-D

My shadow is shallow it stalks and the faster I walk It keeps right up with me and I can’t gather my thoughts It’s threatening and lessening my chances of advancing at all Ever again with these measurements I can’t get across The unfinished bridge to sanity Where the truth of Christianity lies and I Can not seem to escape this traveling darkness Mimicking my every move and following after me barging Into my personal life so these lyrics are the journals I write From day to day deserting my pride Deserving am I of these type of torments Brain feels slightly worn in why is it ordering Me around and forcing these eyes of mine to see the ground Where this specter creeps and evil hounds me around This small and feeble town Every single crack in the sidewalk I look and he’s around It makes me feel down to the point where I need to shout Take a deep breath in and breathe it out while keeping count Like one one-thousand two one-thousand three etcetera On and on and on I guess I’ll see you on the better one The flipside of things I come across usually daily Big wishes but set and stuck with penny-cups and ukuleles As we move from daydreams to actual realities Factual not fallacies and asking if you can please Save me from this shadow of mine attacking my mind Imagine this guy whose sanity hides so he breaks down and laughs ‘til he cries He doesn’t even know why Every day people pass him but they only see a low-life He doesn’t even notice ‘em looking He’s too busy looking over his own shoulders and booking Home with a crooked upside down smile Spread across his face seems he’s ran a thousand miles And now’s the time though to flip the situation Show everyone he’s not just some kid who’s pixelated Naw that ain’t at all the case his Shadow is really stalking him until he hits the hay this is amazing Whoever heard of something like this Really happening poor schmuck filling glands of his Brain up with insane stuff although he’s quite sane Evil haunts a shadow stalks a man holding the light of day This story might contain haunting elements Through rhetoric that may frighten the tame Souls and spirits when shadows appear and Attempt to stalk the people piercing souls like the sharp end of needles And I need to release a few more sentences Describing this guy I speak of is actually I and he Is not suffering from this thing insanity Just conversing with this shadow that’s always in back of me Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow Shallow shadows shallow shadows the shallow shadow The shallow shadow my shadow is shallow a shallow shadow

Curse this complex of an imperfect conscience Having to secondly guess my every step on a search for God’s nest I’m losing my faith in religion Feeling crucified and trying to make the decision Of who’s the right true Savior of Sinning Is it true or might I have just made this up in my Unusual mind creating a vision Just to soothe my eyes ease and appease myself Cease and melt down the rules mislead and tell Lukewarm lies cheat ourselves trying to prove our minds Are working churning turning gears Burning energy I murder fear And try to persevere get to the next step quick The next best thing instead of lurking here In Hellish pits I’m through with this too much is Piling up and I might just lose my grip I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct Regardless of the gruesome visions of crucifixions I still question doubt and at times completely lose religion Elude efficiency choose to sift through these mood collisions Switches engage lifting the base of superstitions Disengage the Cryptic Age choose to live in a different way Using wishing wells to rebel against the bitter taste Of winter winds that chase each face that lingers chaffed Chapped and chopped to kindling scraped fingers used to integrate This sinful place playing with inner flames Leading to Spontaneous in-flames-we-bust Combustion Lusting for luck and a cup that comes with suction A suction cup for your soul Hold it for refills of jumbled woes that come and go Like puzzle pieces that never fit No matter how they’re led up in the center it remains an empty pit Legend is it never gets easier so tell me this What should I do attempt to find my faith or sever it I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct Measure this correct and then inject it in your bones These sentences and sentiments projected lift your whole Being up and erupt that section of your soul Which possesses you to fold under the pressure that controls Human kind you can try to do it right But who am I or you die and lose our lives in useless fights I’m losing my mind to madness And I feel like McMurphy trying to latch this Fight the fashion of mindless actions It’s Scissorhands to civil land and I can’t manage To find my balance designing damage And more unneeded stress in these times of panic ‘Til the final clashes of Titans happen I’ll be trying to find my way out of this giant labyrinth Through the turns and twists and turbulence In the end if I’m still standing then I’ve been answered I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct I’ll try to hang on with what energy is left To any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct I’ll try to hang on to what energy is left Of any portion of these unanswerable questions that are meant To remain unanswered unstained untampered with I only wish to get my measurements correct

[Quid] I sit alert cursing myself out like I’m the worst person As Earth’s circling trying to find my first version or vision Of my own personal virgin’s existence like when is my time right When will I shine bright where’s my angel or when will I find light Fuck it I seen the light all it really was was an archway into dark days A lead-way right into the song that my heart plays I find it difficult to express myself and sending out emotions Unless I’m helped aided by my pen writing down these hopeless Verses discouraged my courage is turning away burning to flames I wish I could but I can’t extinguish the hurt and the pain It lingers circling my brain surging through veins Throughout my body I sit and sigh as it and I merge two ways To form one singular person or frame as it becomes a burden and stains The inner surface disclaims fades out with the turn of a page Immersed in decay submerged in arrays of curses displayed Through the eyes and lips of the most ever worshipped and praised Unable to find ways to describe or words to explain The beauty I acknowledge through every curve in the day That I come across and ponder thoughts of her soft and honest talks Was it all a monster fraud I loved her toss that out I’m lost I can’t proceed I have to see her once again A masterpiece and actually I think she must be sent From the skies an angel in disguise I’ll wait to see the signs Until I get passed my own issues she’ll just remain a piece of mind [Jeff] She said sign here we’ll stay together forever I said it ain’t the time dear but never say never She fled crying tears well whatever it’s better This is a test of love for maybe one day the sun rays Will bless us from above the test was tough And as we both stood steady I realized something I wasn’t ready to make the commitment this isn’t The girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with is it Damn that’s scary dating for a short time She’s already mad at Mary that’s bad but barely Because it got worse I had to choose first pot’s cursed It’s not worth it my head got hot and out the spot I bursted All the time wasted but now the rhyme makes it better I’m sorry yes would’ve tasted better but nothing stays forever I’m sorry yes would’ve tasted better but nothing stays forever Nothing stays forever [Quid & Jeff] I’m sorry my apologies apologizing to an angel Sorry it’s all my fault that I made you crazy and I take it All back now if only you would accept then maybe I could move to the next step but until then I’m sorry my apologies apologizing to an angel Sorry it’s all my fault that I made you crazy and I take it All back now if only you would accept then maybe I could move to the next step but until then [Quid] I’ve always loved you don’t think for a minute I didn’t I’m wishing I listened a bit more than I did but I missed it I missed my chance it has passed out the window and blown away With the wind and sands of time I know I can not find A love like that again ever again so this letter is sent To you verbally I know that you’ve been hurt but please Just give me a second listen and let it sink in and then if You still hate me I will just give in and then get The hell out of your life for good but if you accept it You always know where I can be found without trying to look It’s about time that I took the time out to push Myself a little bit harder and get passed these crybaby hooks But it’s so damn difficult every day I live I know That it’s my fault I had the best and let her go I wish I called A bit more often showed her how much love I have ‘Cause now I don’t have shit and it hurts so fucking bad I don’t want anyone else don’t want anyone’s help I just want to be left alone until I can let her go And if I can’t at least until I can accept and cope ‘Cause now I feel like I’m about to test control And lose my mind like a fuse of mine has been lit I’m going to ex or implode I’ve sent this in motion With big hopes that I can calm down I’m only angry at myself and it’s making my mind melt Slowly I hope we can patch this up Hold me closely you’re the only I feel I actually trust Or must be with the only one I can see me with I’m not an expert but I think that that there is love Slowly I hope we can patch this up Hold me closely you’re the only I feel I actually trust Or must be with the only one I can see me with I’m not an expert but I think that that there is love Sorry for never being there forever being scared Of relationships and taking it to the next step where we’d have shared Anything and everything don’t think I never think ‘Cause that’s all I do I’m all confused I only think of calling you And going back in time to when I first saw you again Used to be just an acquaintance but with patience I called you my friend I’m sorry I didn’t take it a step farther than friends all my intents Were nothing less than the best in show but you’ll never know How sorry I am you’ll never know how sorry I am You’ll never ever know how sorry I am You’ll never know how sorry I am You’ll never ever know how truly sorry I am…I’m sorry

Well it seems any time I decide to attempt chasing a dream I find my nightmares to be chasing me and there’s no place between Realism and dreamy visions ‘stead I’m stuck with a makeshift median Dividing the sides of who I am derailing lenience It’s eating me alive and I can’t read between these lines that I’ve created Shit-out-of-luck and stuck sifting these pages Rewriting my own ending twenty to thirty times over I know it’s all gold in the pot but I got to first see a rainbow I'm colorblind nothing to find besides another try So what if I can’t pinpoint my pointer upon its surface I’m Speechless so much that I want to say I keep in It’s not a silent treatment I’d just rather see you read these Facial expressions or character traits I’ve presented Pacing back and forth impatient unpleasant Slash etcetera semicolon dash colon or comma The list just keeps going on and on and on I’m a "Brendlefly" caught in a web of lies Resisting spider bites surviving endless tries Playing possum I’m not dead only resting my eyes If you wish to rectify my actions I’ll test if I could pass it Simple as that I’ll adapt to nothing except my mind Exercising my right to the freedom of such It’s with a pen and some paper that I erect replies That should establish who I really am inside So who do you think you are I know that I’m no one But it’s only this moment so if you’re thinking of blinking don’t think I’m in need of assistance I can’t listen any longer Your whispers seem so somber I’ll implode if they get stronger Tipping the saucer reaching for my cup that’s half empty Let’s see pretty sure the word for that’s envy I want to be like the others and claim it’s half full But I can’t pull myself in that direction towards rambles Left in shambles babbling to myself nightly Why can’t I see the light to ignite my dreams Because your dreams are worthless as a person you ain’t worth shit And you’d see it’s all in a day’s work if you knew what the fuck work is Fuck you man middle-finger response to your woe-is-me speech Telling me to open my mind only reason yours be open’s weed leaves See me cracking a smile with the last laugh I’ll be back after a while keep your hands off the dial Well wait where you going just to walk ‘round the block Across the same slanted sidewalk ‘cause it’s all that I got I got nothing besides the B-Side of a broken record And a collapsing sky even God can’t hold together I’ll be Damned if I can’t capture the Magic Eye And see the intended image through the shit cemented in it This is not an inkblot or choose-your-own-outcome It was all planned with a purpose so don’t lose your focus now Come to a conclusion quickly move the confusion Do what you want to do but try to lose that illusion That tomorrow’s a better day tomorrow’s the biggest lie ever laid Too pessimistic fine then let’s behave And spend each day pretending that nothing is wrong And everything’s great in every way shape and form Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend Walk your yellow brick roads call me if and when You reach your destiny I’ll stick to my sidewalk and skip the trend

Well it’s got me sick sick to a point a point of no return Return the favor in favor of those who learn Learn the ways ways to earn your pay paid in knowledge Knowledge learned from statements meant for breaking logical Explanations explaining plain and simple operations In a maze of oddities across the page Pages flipped off the face of Trust me to dot the eyes so often glazed Over it’s over nothing is over over the hill We’re still going and growing and groweth we will Never surrender or render ourselves helpless unless Serenity enters screen as center-peace to the better breed of gents Inject this into your bloodstream or flood Flood the streets and flush these unclean ugly ducklings (ducklings) Ducking the drum-beat the odds It’s odd to see this sea so calm Down the hatch hatching eggs sprouting facts Facts to face face the facts you made that made a masquerade Mask your face face this act this play the part Part your way through into the matinee Nay I want nothing you could offer Offered services for your first born daugh- Turning hay to gold-en-age the olden days Days that we made our own the only way Owners of life I live my own life and only I Know the rhyme and reason to what I do And you for you so use it you Might be surprised at how much life you find Owners of life I live my own life and only I Know the rhyme and reason to what I do And you for you so use it you Might be surprised at how much life you find

This is only the beginning I’m grinning at sitting ducks Listen up you silly fucks something to prove then get on up And be heard I can voice my opinion in three words I am me and only me or so it seems we thirst For the purity of one’s soul to be exposed or shown The trouble is no one knows how to control their own speech slurs Or how to reverse the wheel of time for a feet-first rebirth Born again but this time with a thicker shell Fully equipped to tell the truth listen well to help all through These mediocre conversations with self y’all do Well how loose do you plan on getting Looser than these new found clowns pants are fitting Listen for a minute if it isn’t too much trouble Not to burst no bubbles but you fuckers all have fumbled Keep it under the table in case of facing the fables created Embracing the blame finger-points and labels we made up Make up a new excuse raise up the Baloo in you Minus the childish stylizations used to cool the fuse My expectation is to glue nothing except the truth to you Would you like to join me on this mission because this is A starting point ‘bout to embark on a journey through jagged edges And beveled creases never-ending dead-end streets and crescent pieces I can’t piece this jigsaw together it never reaches a right Eagerly awaiting daybreak to end this night and it’s Lines upon lines upon lines and time-killers Waste makes for haste chasing these lines filter the bad Is it that bad really I can’t make up my mind Nor find the time of day to design something worthwhile Your lines weren’t drawn properly they’re too sketchy Described as a mockery or loose ending End it now I’d say stop it before it starts ignore the parts That read like sheer farce and shore-bound sharks and march March along your dotted lines sing that same old song You’ve recited a thousand times over well now it’s my turn To turn these tables and earn my way through Burn all these memories first then make do With what I’ve got left and yes it’s really not a lot But it’s still enough to make pretend that I’m able to fill this cup Building up a defense fencing in emotion The coldest shoulders turned to see even less than before If it’s at all possible using pens as swords Weapon of choice slash defense-mechanisms surrender yours I’ve come to realize less is more the more this lesson soars above The more I love all the stress it pours upon us The endless quests endured and conquests Stepping in minefields watching my footing like watch this I promise from this point on I’ll stop slouching And start counting on my conscience to be honest allowing The obvious to be overlooked no one look now Here’s the part where we all fall down Only push the envelope if and when it shows To be completely necessary then we carry the letters home Home where the heart is home seems the farthest away And it’s never felt this good as it starts to decay Sifting through these pencil shavings aiming for a sharp tip Harnessing the artist inside arching the start of The obvious to be overlooked no one look now Here’s the part where we all fall down Only push the envelope if and when it shows To be completely necessary then we carry the letters home Home where the heart is home seems the farthest away And it’s never felt this good as it starts to decay Sifting through these pencil shavings aiming for a sharp tip Harnessing the artist inside arching the start of these lines

So are you trying to be rich or what? If I was I would be I only do things that serve my purpose And all I’ve been exposed to as of recent has no reason So far all I’ve seen is worthless For me I’m more concerned with relevance than anything Bettering the better-off of self and setting up my second wind Catching it like Indian dream-catchers between my breath breaks Sequencing all effects festering to refresh slates Get it going again set the stage step this way Follow the leader in Pied Piper fashion round up the research Hit the books listen look eager with an urgency I’m on more of a, "Hi, my name is reason; have you heard of me?" Obviously not quite alright ‘cause I’m here now And I ain’t leaving ‘til I do some serious experimentation I’m fairly impatient just thought you might want to know Here come various variations most daring of demonstrations Attempts at bettering humanity the sun is setting the moon is cackling Life’s a bitter joke I must have missed the punchline I really don’t see what’s so funny to these underachievers I mean what’s there to life if you’ve got nothing to bleed for This is not anti-war nor pleads to jump in the peace corpse I’d just like some of these motherfuckers to see more There’s more to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason There’s reason Stack your gold by the pilefull pussy yeah see what I care Flaunt your feelings of fabrication and falsified fanfare Where’s your logical reasoning at what’s up Ebenezer Still holding out on cliché Cratchits I see nothing’s ever seemed worse And words can’t explain the damn-near monstrosity assembling Gentlemen start your engines and end this before it’s entrance in The doors a force to be reckoned with I reckon this Is nothing but bad news coverage hovering clouds thunder and lightening Strike skull light bulb put out your cigarette light’s full We’re still a little bit short on insightful goals Act like you know piece your thesis reaching reason Beat the beating bleed for seating head-of-table moniker East of Eden A binary rivalry arriving in time for the untimely demise of dynasty Unhappily ever after with the highest of "Criminies!" Crumble the structure something’s rotten in Denmark This is not what I sent for you see a smile on my face Is this amusing to me well is it amusing to you Answer as truthful as you can is this shit music to you Is it easy on the ears is there even reason to hear Or is it junk food for thought that you feed to your fears There’s more to life than igniting plants to escape More than one way to free yourself if you can’t get away More to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason My reason to keep proceeding is greeting the greedy Keeping the needy eating ideas reaching a reading What do we have here it seems a bit shaky in deciphering I see through the snow and scrambles detaching the cake from its icing And without warning I’m thwarting all of your plans Foiling and spoiling destroying all that should last Whatever stands in the way shall be casted away to the side Abide by my lines and try these fine lines Tight rope walker with a fear of heights no offers for nets To catch the next mistake it light hose off first Then decide if it’s something you really would like to try Is it that time to fly or fight your mind and Face your fears erase and encase your tears Embrace the weird sensation that in the first place could take you Here it is and here’s to you For rising to the occasion say cheers and choose Say cheese and die if you even believe that lie A picture’s worth a thousand words what do you see in mine Feast your eyes prepare for changes ‘round here Expect the worst and try to make it sound clear Crystal as well as visuals swivel pistol pow’s cheer Cowboys and Indians cinema-sickness skewering civils wow we’re In for in now pissing sin out since we’ve been drinking it down By the gallon need reason I’m gallantly giving it out Come one come all if you need it I got it Get your fix quick ‘cause it’s depleting reason is not this Pocketed palm print smooth-talking its way out of anything Apparently it’s barely there stationed in sentiments Evidently ending abruptly and no one cares if it’s unclean Something along those lines define the terror in junkie There’s more to life than trying to listen or say And more to mine than simulating a save There’s more to life than igniting plants to escape More than one way to free yourself if you can’t get away There’s more to life than plants wrapped up in cancer-cartons And more to mine than traveling maps to stardom there’s reason So what’s your reason So what’s your reason To come forth with one more Reason and not become coarse And not be knocked off of course Of course (of course) Of course (of course) of course

[Quid] As the dust falls and gathers in piles Can’t imagine or fathom my life absent a mile Packed on my back as I’m cracking a smile At these plastic (w)rap faggots without pattern or style Mimicking the madness packed and wrapped up in bile Not worth a good god damn in the hands of denial So try to balance your imbalance and be happy to file Any previous beliefs and be a man not a child You’re acting like a phantom as you vanish it’s vile Disgusted by your actions unsatisfactory final Not much more to say like it’s the end of conversation Sick of waiting so impatient for a trace of some amazement With these bloodshot eyes fixed on viewing the invisible It’s there we just can’t see it similar to a subliminal Message embedded dressed in disguises hiding its own false identity Behind the signs designed to look authentic please Don’t be fooled or shooled on your own court Suit yourself burn this mother down shooting your blowtorch Too cliché for me to even pretend as if I’m listening Guess I’ll keep my distance from the end as it keeps inching in Itching for a conclusion some closure or a climax Balanced between this mic inside my hands and the hi-hats Trying to buy back the soul I sold see if it’s well intact Not contaminated or tampered if that’s the case I’ll sell it back For some originality frantically paddling to reach that Like three rats being chased by street cats who can’t see that Which lies right in front of them why does this sound so familiar Park your fannies in a good seat and the dry humor will just kill ya [A Distant Relic] And the dry humor will just kill ya [Quid] And the dry humor will just kill ya [A Distant Relic] What’s the matter you can’t understand the metaphorical context The lyrics seem confusing and to you the tune is nonsense Maybe that’s because you love the past and dwell upon it And robbing the former artists while you tarnish all their concepts Regurgitation it’s vomit the devastation’s atomic Take a lesson progression must be supersonic no stopping But you refuse to even glance into the future How ‘bout this get a therapist and hire one of us as a tutor You’re worthless for certain you serve the world with no purpose Pull the curtains I’ve had enough of their blasphemous sermon Throw in the towel these dirty cat burglars on prowl With disguises and painted eyelids resemble a scoundrel And they don’t want you to notice because their motives are foul Leaches deserve to be herded up swiftly kicked in the bowels And as the wolves howl and owls make their presence known I reflect upon my message and send it through hopeful vocal tones And just in case of possible auditory overload I’ll chisel my commandments on tablets and hope they stay intact And then I won’t get mad and turn my vision into broken stones When I see them worshipping gold rabbits they call their own Old habits just might be shown right to the door If they can’t be resurrected correctly like Hammer pants you wore A catastrophic bore I’m losing attention But culture seems to like you despite who you might be offending To me you’re just an insect trying to bury his head Under my skin to feast I’m sneezing and my eyes turning red Bottom line I want you and your type out of my sight Annihilate your existence piss on these motherfucking dust mites [Quid] Piss on these motherfucking dust mites [A Distant Relic] Piss on these motherfucking dust mites

I feel this room is spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort My head hurts and nothing I do seems to make it better I guess I’m better off empty and bitter let me just slither my way Away from entering in your section of this here monotony cycle I shattered circles on my way in Complete opposite direction directed towards domination In a sense not so innocent the scent of sickness sent Inhale exhale engage in a different text Listen perplexed enigma vexed and vision fixed on fishing nets I’m hooked look both ways and finish pinching flesh Wake the fuck up then buckle the fuck down what now Now you know there’s no such thing as bed bugs come sun down Moonrise two eyes blinking and nostrils flaring Little boy keeps crying wolf but I can tell he shot the sheriff I’ll play parent and moderate this mischief monger pronto Knock him off that pretend pedestal hopping honchos And through the turns and twists you’d think that we would learn from this But it only gets worse and it never ends It just continues on and on and on It never ends you can call it what you want Still it never ends it’s going on and on and on And through the turns and twists we still haven’t learned from this Game without defeat counting sheep until I’m sound asleep Bouncing off the walls a thousand times before the mountain peaks Set out for sea look out below look out for me Crash-landing I can’t stand being out of reach Can’t stand being out of reach with reality Trapped inside my own dreamscapes And this room’s spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort And this room’s spinning around me I’m drowsy I try to plant my feet But I cannot reach or meet the ground am I dreaming sleeping sound I don’t know but I think reality is running low on battery Cannot seem to get motivated to put forth any effort My head hurts and nothing I do seems to make it better I guess I’m better off empty and bitter sending a shiver Down my own spine time to time and I scare myself awake Seldom face the flames that melt away all blame Redefine the definition of self-conflict through settlement It feels so desolate cutting out the middle man Hop to it Skippy I mean who really gives a damn These problems they don’t fit in hands I’m sick of this and that And bitter bitches and nags symptoms of pissant transformations Is it bad I can’t look tell me when it’s over Doc And give my regards to the wretched reflection of those who mock Circulating most of my reality as it’s known Oh my God every soul is locked inside a holding block To hold and block out anything we have left Any strand of dignity because they’ll pick at that next And through the turns and twists you’d think that we would learn from this But it only gets worse and it never ends It just continues on and on and on And never ends you can call it what you want Still it never ends it’s going on and on and on And through the turns and twists we still haven’t learned from this Game without defeat counting sheep until I’m sound asleep Bouncing off the walls a thousand times before the mountain peaks Set out for sea I’m setting out for sea I’m not stopping until I reach the tip of the iceberg I’m not stopping until I sink my own ship I’m not stopping

I need this like a need a hole in my head That might be just what I needed to open my mind if only it meant The same if only it were similar If only this was easier if only it were simpler If only you could show me a sign that I could read And interpret to a plausible degree then all of this might seem Somewhat worthwhile worth the time that I put into it extra effort Blood sweat and tears and years of desperate measures Wretched textures tidal waves and precious pressure I’d love to take it a step farther but the mess still festers Irony I’d emcee in the hopes to finally be noticed Stand out in a crowd a real sight to see Out for recognition to leave impressions when they listened And even if they did isn’t it sickening Excluding my plans finally met somebody worth it Liked me for me after what seemed endless searches And being me and the imbecile I am I pushed her away along with all else that was in the way May this be my wakeup-call call it caustic but I’m cursed And what hurts the worst is I’m the one who caused it I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale And I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale The best and worst day of my life the first day I would write When I sat down and made up a rhyme inside Of my notebook the design of a poem cut Out all of my drawing dreams ‘cause I got to show up All these nonbelievers drop their jaws and lead the line While I speak and rhyme and they’d listen all to me ‘cause I Seemed so fly jeez he can rhyme I never knew I’d write hundred line verses on purpose just to say I’d forever spew Rhymes never run out rhyming master Yeah more like lying bastard And as I look back I only wish that I had had more Time for laughter instead of always trying to rap for These people I’d only know a few years Who down the road won’t exist to me pursuing careers They’ll forget me if they haven’t already Music I glued to their ears’ll vanish and end in a matter of seconds I wasted so much time on rapping I never Took the time to look behind or back where I entered See Hip-Hop was the only thing I put half of an effort into Looking back now that’s when I miss you My sweet golden years ‘cause I let them slip through My fingertips could’ve saved me had I paid attention to the little things I didn’t this is my curse I’m cursed And what hurts the worst is this is it it’s over I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale And I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale I’m cursed can’t you tell witchcraft and casted spells What happened to Patrick I ask myself Thoughts cross the tracks as the train leaves the station Resume your goodbyes and proceed to take away from it all Just take it out right out of the final copy Mastered and overwriting the rights that were signed so sloppy Peace to any progress thanks for nothing I’m cursed And what hurts the worst is I made something from bluffing But I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale And I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale And I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale And I need it I need this I need to emcee It’s like my birthright to get each verse right Breathe in exhale the breath stale And get ready ‘cause this right here is my next tale

If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow From my lips onto her whole surface Trying to complete this circle to perfect If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow From my lips onto her whole surface But every circle’s not perfect Like perfect circles I complete the words to these verses Just trying to get through this life with worth and a purpose Appalled and perturbed that I’m always unheard So I personally purchased this journal to work with And record the thoughts down of one of the purest of wordsmiths Words to be merging later with music as I’m learning to turn this Table to you kid but first thing is first it’s urgent We earn the trust from these versions of serpent-like urchins Searching this earth with evil verbally cursing its people And artists just turn to their easels And paint the pictures I wait to hear the faintest whispers Of this world she owes an answer each day I hope to hear back from her I ask disturbed if that’s absurd but nobody ever Answers back I’ve heard nothing I guess I can’t be sure So until that day I’ll sit and wait and listen greatly Tuned to the station where every wish brewed eventually is true Set the stage set the visual and let me say What echoes in my soul every day I let these wishes roam Throughout my body wishing I could simply hold The numbness but hundreds of imps and ghosts begin to poach My inner hopes so I wish out of the situation Not realizing I’m using up the last wish I was saving To have one more conversation and know that the Lord listens So now if I had one wish I would only wish for more wishes If I had a wish I’d grasp it with all that I have within me And strictly just ask for this which is Peace of mind peace with myself Lead the line passed grievance time while keeping my health Reaching high delving in clouds ‘til both my hands meet with sky cells And beauty would be set free as I fell The deepest vibes felt feel these are the reasons I tell Feelings of mine well freely and fine while speaking my mind It seems these previously I’ve dealt with and Excuse me if it’s too much to ask for a helping hand Or wish for a wish to exist in the midst Of my life in times of high strife wishing that this Girl named world might be listening in And set everything straight as her lips kiss me again Just one more time of locked lips would commence If only reality would follow every wish that I send Up to the Heavens I wonder if anyone’s there in the first place And do I have their fucking attentions This is the worst way that they could possibly punish me Just want someone to listen to what I speak of and be there The littlest proof religion is truth and isn’t a spoof A giant waste of time wishing to you as if you’re listening to The words I pray wishes I wish My only real wish is for the perfect day to turn my way If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow From my lips onto her whole surface Trying to complete this circle to perfect If I had one wish I would wish for a kiss from the lips of this World to let me know that she still listens to the words flow From my lips onto her whole surface But every circle’s not perfect

I don’t recall a hazardous or miraculous event But the way I’m brushed off damn this has to be an end I’m unseen I must be vanishing unless I’m just that unimportant but I choose to believe the other one Stand amazed in realization that I might as well just be A vacant in this place ain’t delve too deep but I sure as hell ain’t seen A flash of light still I’m led to believe This is the afterlife so I grab on tight to my mattress I’ve Waken up oh shit it was a dream but for some reason Still I don’t believe look for my image but it’s clean The mirror is nothing but glass Coming to fact is the worst nightmare I’ve had in my life And damn it if I can not survive relax or get by Push aside these anarchy signs that blacken our minds The question remains right in back of me why Is this accurate did I really just happen to die And if so do I have to stand in a line To get to the Chapel of Time and hear immaculate chimes And tolls of bells where other souls all dwell Some scolded roped and quelled on a hold in Hell We don’t speak of those nor tell their stories over I hoped to smell a rose and knelt down but picked a four-leaf clover I’ll need more luck than beauty in a garden of darkness Evil Eden parked in hardships we can’t breathe and we hardly harvest It’s a tale of starving artists trying to sharpen our tips Of graphite to gradually graphically add light Tones of shading to make bolder statements Arose to the occasion and broke the basis of silence Reciting this poem I’m making Writing yet hiding beneath this poker face That I put on from time to time by and by Like moon rises and sun sets some wept but I dried their eyes I tried to slide through your lips and into your hearts But I realized y’all don’t listen nor live for your art the craft It’s hard to grasp this concept I tried my best honest to part this path and promised You better times but when I tried you hardly listened Just stared with empty eyes while I sparked a vision Carving indentations causing inclinations Just darkens our situation I’m sick of ravens waiting for me to die So I keep my eyes to the pavement saving secrets I’ve Come across or seen as I walk the streets Not a single soul will talk to me as if I’ve lost my reach To human contact battling reality the truest combat As you reach to fuse with God’s hands There's no such thing in a spiral coral of oral quarrels no morals Just a mortal who’s trapped in a portal or lapse In time somewhere but really I don’t care Just hope the songs I write won’t cause the rights to be wrong or slightly Different I hope you’re listening but I know you’re not It’s just a place filled with cold and bitterness and in it is A world of ghosts the first thing to go Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul It irks me to no end feel like I’m The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts In a world of ghosts the first thing to go Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul It irks me to no end feel like I’m The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts In a world of ghosts the first thing to go Is the color of Earth and its tones then they murder your soul It irks me to no end feel like I’m The only person who’s pure in this whole thing in a world of ghosts

Where’s the time gone will you continue to keep this light on At the front porch for me she answered always and forever And that’s when I awoke and all the smoke had cleared Broken hopes faces transformed to stone now show no fear I’m tired of being the only one who takes anything serious Appearing delirious with a poker sneer as joker’s clear the room Did you hear the news we’re doomed entered well and left With our spirits bruised dragged down by the ongoing fear we’ll lose Clear the room I need to be alone for a moment Soul is corroding becoming another ghost or a hopeless If only I’d noticed the hole a bit earlier off Could’ve stopped it from growing so big and learned to be calm But I can’t get a grip and I can’t seem to fit anywhere Is the solution to act as if I never cared or step a stair Down now’s the time to figure that out imprisoned by frowns A victim of my own decision to slouch And if it fits then stick it in and quit your bitter bickering ‘Cause you control what you have chose and this here is no different If you don’t know what you want done then listen with more interest The whispers in the wind will always tell you what you’re missing in Real life and what lies in front of your eyes You’re blind to the facts no time to relax or feel fine Read the fine printing what’s in between the lines Seek to find something worth the time spent and redefine Your reality reshape your anatomy Redirect yourself and help recreate a balance beam To balance out all that can’t amount to something grander Too many questions asked and I only have one answer This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time my time’s not filled This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you’ll get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time it’s only time that I kill Another day is gone another day has died And nothing you can say will come as a surprise Surprise your prize is the feeling of being alive I’ll take a rain check kick back and just feast my eyes I’ve never in all my life seen anything appear so dead It’s only dead to those who don’t know how to hold a fence (offense) Open heads and let’s take a peek at what’s inside Sorry if it’s a crime to stutter lines I’d be obliged To be the prompter two-cents-giver and help deliver inward dimples Reassurance that it’s simple to slip first I challenge you to balance two items or more Upon your shoulder blades blindfolded racing time and what for I don’t know remain speechless dreaming of being free Without the grievance of seeing greed spread evenly with deceit Reaching for leads I’m cleaning my cleats only to slip them Right back on and walk knee-deep in defeat because If it fits then stick it in and quit your bitter bickering ‘Cause you control what you have chose and this here is no different If you don’t know what you want done then listen with more interest The whispers in the wind will always tell you what you’re missing in The real world burning appeal personal as a journal is Opposing the wheel’s circular motion it’s A cycle ongoing process so common to be a problem Problematic and adding to the last disastrous happening I find myself ask again what’s really happening After all the plans collapse or crash-land and When is it over so is it really over Well if it really is I’ll wait for whispers in the wind to tell me This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time my time’s not filled This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time it’s only time that I kill This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time my time’s not filled This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time it’s only time that I kill ‘Cause this is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time my time’s not filled This is all it is the best it ever gets And this is all you’ll get if you never lift a brick It’s time to build but time stands still And time after time it’s only time that I kill Lost in a brainstorm minus a life jacket Still asking about life and why can’t I have an Answer besides this repetitive nonsense Echoing through my brain on delay it stays same And damn I feel as if I’m losing my touch And in all honesty I can’t stand who I’ve become But ooh what a rush it’s been losing another win Reasons to smile leave my file and choose another simp Flip the grid grip the whip crack side Sink my ship snip my wings detach pride Is this it that’s right and oddly I’ve never felt better Being so off-center I’ve never felt better being so off-center Never felt more at home as I do when I’m alone I’ve never felt a feeling like this Just knowing it’s the best it ever gets