I'm watching school buses run red lights with kids on it, reminds me of how I forget how selfish people in control are when they got it. Straight bait but it's not on a hook, I cast out ambient music. But I will never write a hook. It all depends on how you choose to use it. These songs they write sound like Dr Sues trying to write music. I write most my lyrics on my iPhone driving on fumes, swerving the road, it's just a way for me to prove it. Depends on if you abuse it. Short fused people should stay on their anger management shit with a glue stick, or their future's just useless. Defensive driving get out of my way, just move it, do it. I got shit to do so beat it, just lose it. To get the focus of girls in Colonie all I gotta say is "Hey loose bitch!" With these loose lips, they cruise it, from one man after another. I swear six of them have been with a guy at the same time together. Some despise it they decide to die, suicide on the noose quick. Obtaining love from a whole family tree of losers, so I laugh. Getting respect for yourself is what you should have learned in the past. That's how you feel, (when) your life is in a fucking stand still. You don't know whats around the bend, like a drum solo that's never bound to end. But then it does... They told me give Great Grandma your last hug, but never told me where she was going. Now my brain is over-flowing with what I know. (They say you're) Never done searching for enlightenment. It's true, cause I forgot everything I was told. Give me a hammer and chisel so I'll carve it into stone. Least we forget what brings us closer to home. You wonder how much of life is based on lies and whats true. Then you realize the carpet of reality has been pulled out from under you. So what do you do? Church is good for a few, but everywhere you go people choose to be a douche. Get a clue. What I do? Ain't got shit to do with you. So mind your P's and Q's. What it all boils down to is; trying to keep yourself from turning blue. Holding your breath to escape the fumes, of a capitalist country drowning in the tomb. Save the drama for your mama dude. I wouldn't be caught dead hanging with someone the likes of you. Get a clear head if you want to, spend a night in bed if you got to, just know this shit is happening all around you. Check the news. It's a slew of corporate corruption and it proves, the Government has forgot everything it knew. So we occupy, so they can learn whats mutual. This greedy country is dead, it's burned and in sutures. Now tell me why I shouldn't be concerned for my future? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be concerned for my future...

The organ of sight cannot function without the presence of light, right? Right. So in the day time I always have to look twice. Eyes are deceiving me, you and our reasoning. Why do I believe my senses? They're equaling to my weakening. Deepening dumbfounding truths are being shown upon my roof, giving me logical proof of my slowly withering youth. People claim to be intelligent but it's really just a show, wisdom ain't gained by claiming what you think you know. So let go and go reap what you sow. So you'll never stand out like a cleverly hidden stage crew, a plate of cordon bleu not in your fridges view. Forgotten like we all will be, while football players make more money. Sometimes I think that we, should have stuck with sports or something. I'd rather be remembered for being MVP then absolutely nothing. Can't you see the absence of purpose? The amount of money entertainment makes, makes me so fucking nervous. Purchase versus surplus is pointless fucking worthless. Success is a game of chess, it never ends it just reverses. Nevertheless these curses concern my life to the fullest. Suppress my past requests, I should regress from my service. Of courses, I make some moments. Under the surface is like a furnace, lacking of purpose my life is a fucking circus. One town after another I try to keep this focus of this closeness, but no one will ever fucking notice. Technology has been taking over some of our ways of living, it can be a good or bad thing that it is giving. But Jesus Christ and Holy Moley information travels faster in the modern age, as our days crawl by so slowly. Guide me through the impossible, show what it's like to strive. Carry me through this life, carry me through these obstacles it's possible. My life is soluble, I'm made of a particular particle . What's audible to our human ears is half of what you think you hear. Endear a year of this fight I'm in and you'll see why you'll want to disappear. When you sneak out at night, look up and think of your life. I see all these miserable dumb asses in every single one of my classes, making up excuses for their bruises on their soul and their hearts. I had two people attack me on the highway four years apart, it's so confusing how impatient and abusing people are in their cars. Calm down we're going to same way, you need to change if you can't change lanes. How did people get so far in life? But they can't treat people right? Some can't multiply by threes but still get paid three times more money than me, because of a degree they display on their marquee. To me that's just disgusting and makes me look so horrible, I'm recently adjusting to the idea that anything is plausible. Even if you're being tortured all I can say is move it forward. See in life what's there to be offered, really start to ponder. Check and review, the scene out your balcony view. Welcome to life man. Time to do what you choose.

It's midnight under the moon and I walk under the light. On the street that I grew up in, the street without a life. Suburban families as plastic as their fences, kids unaware of what happens as they go the time passes. Unaware of what kinda time they're growing up in. Unaware of the imprisonment of growing up living in shit. Dogs are barking and they're screaming it too "Stay young while you can you don't know what you're getting into" And the kids are in their beds dreaming of being an adult, dreaming of what it would be like to stay up past the daily show. Thinking about being on their own, feeding themselves, making their own rules eating all the candy off the shelf. If only it was really just how we planned if I didn't have to get up at 5 to work for the rest of my life. To provide myself with nourishment to provide my self with fun, yeah fun is sold in stores for sale buy one get one. Now I'm watching kids my age who had so much potential, they let it all go for some sacks of sour diesel. (wannasmokebro?) I got so many smells bringing back memories of cherished incidents that were so close to me, that I'll never get and I'll never feel again nostalgia is so hard to pretend that you're feeling it. And it's one of the worst things trying to bring me down that and the fact I want to get the fuck out of this town. Get the fuck up out this place this place and time ain't the right one for I must design my own life. The one where I decide or till I find out my soul died. Till death do I part from my heart and my sanity or till I find out that this is not the life for me deep down this is the shit that's killing me. The shit that people over look everyday tha'ts filling me up with frustration. As I station myself up a block past the house of the cock cop cheating on his spouse and lying to kids. Yeah this neighborhood is a representation of what a perfect family is, BULLSHIT. Things are changing open that view the shit still under your cuticles. Just look at you scratching at the bottom feeding off of it. Your looking for something that you won't find in this universe of shit. I mean really look at this. Open those eyes. Superficial intelligence is surely your demise I mean, why lie? Nobodies got it. Just accept you fucked up kids lives. This is some outer space shit your really on, let's be honest. Some are fooled but most of um are truly just astonished. Let's those waves break your stride start to hold your breath. A thousand particles suffocate your swollen esophagus. There's just so many capitalist pricks waiting to suck the countries dick. What do you make of this shit? I guess ignorance is bliss. I guess this cubicle is suitable inevitable not refutable. Just go and check that view again the shit under your cuticles. That shit is just the realer you. Superficial.

Everything is simple as just watching the ripple of the water on the lake the way it separates and erases. The way the insects debated about who can be the greatest, resembles this time and age. And, I've debated a thousand ways to live my life right so many times that I can't remember the plights and the troubles because I choose not to. I won't dread on the past it's what I was grown up taught to do. I'm not trying to preach and teach you all how to live, but you gotta wonder what the fuck is wrong with these kids these days. I'm sure they say that every generation but it's just amazing how dumbfounded I am about these grade school kids. Lusty and stubborn adolescents, the only role models are the ones on undressing. So what's this to say for our future? I know the feelings mutual. All These Sarcastic conversations, unaffordable vacations, fucking PlayStations are making me impatient. Can't believe, the only ones making money, lie and cheat. Stealing money from their own companies, when I cant even pay a fucking lease. They're taking it all. I mean how will this ever be resolved, if the filthy rich are too selfish to give up a little bit of their wealth. Fucking pigs. Sitting on 10 mill won't share with anyone else. Just proves the fact that nice guys finish last. So many rats, just look at the tails sliding out the governments coat tails. Oh well I ain't no politician but I feel like there's always something I'm missing. Because I'm working at a place that's not a real job. All I'm doing is getting the time of my life robbed. Slaving my ass making minimum wage. Yeah I'm in school but that shit don't mean shit today. So what's to say for my future I know the feelings mutual. All these dramatic individuals trying to talk to me about issues, go get a fucking tissue. No one can help you but yourself, so go out there and just believe in yourself. Don't ask me for help do it on your own, because what are ya gonna do when you're all alone and you realize you've always relied on somebody else? Well the times gonna come and I ain't gonna help, I ain't gonna yell. I'll just sit and watch you destroy yourself. Like all of you will do someday. I'll ignore it, move forward and just keep on my way

Don't let that little imagination of yours run to far and crazy, because with our eyes what we perceive can be a little hazy. What we perceive sometimes are lies and deceiving, because with our minds we perceive different lives. What did you expect in life? Candy, presents, and wives? No, mostly murder, sex, and crime. And some guys, that's the life for them, in and out of the pen and a secured state prison. And they love it. Griffen's tunes got me feeling a little warmer inside, I'm gonna place a bet on my life I'm gonna let that bet ride. Sometimes I'm feeling a little old, decayed, used, and bland like a forty year old single mother housemaid in sweat pants. Watch everything unfold. Let go of you mind. Hold on to your soul. You're starting to grow old. I tell myself learn to let go, learn to live, but I cant keep holding to this weak bullshit, I need to quit, thinking so fast and worrying about nothing. I need to quit, with the reasons I'm bugging. I need to quit, Thinking about this, that, my past, and my future. You hold on to the present I'm going to hold onto my humor. Because it'll all be said and done and we'll forget about the rumors. We'll all be bent and numb all sewn up in sutures. We'll all be bent and numb laying sewn up in sutures. Laying on my death after we'll all be praying away the tumor, we'll be praying for all the things we wish that we done sooner.

My mind is melting like butter on bread straight out the toaster, because of what I cant comprehend and what I can't make the most of. I drink of my coffee up, insides a revelation. Pumped up, juiced up I'm ready for domination. Domination of my day, my way, I'm the maker. I walk around with the attitude of a teenager. Except now my eyes are lies between my mind and my thoughts because of battles my brain and my persona fought. Thats why you can tell it's hard for me to pay attention. I'm not tryin to be missin out it's hard for me to listen. Always was told of how great I could be. Just needed to stay focus and that patience is the key. Now that I've got it, it's hard for me to meet those expectations. Brings me right back of waitin, sittin, and growing more impatient. I am posted up people watchin downtown, as I stare same situations come around. People frown and disregard each others rights. I stay staring too long, I see same thing happen more than twice. I try to construct, enough of my trust, in human beings. It's a must but I can't put up with the stuff I'm seeing. A lot of rappers think they've got alot to prove. You're not the greatest... Since when did sayin that make it true? I'm not concerned about your cash flow, I don't know what you think you know but no one cares about the fucking bill folds. Yet some listeners seem so obsessed. Possessed with the process of prostituting that madness. Less and less words are really coming out, what leaves your mouth, is what jibberish is all about. I'm not tryin to complain it's just I'm looking for some substance. Abundant creativity and dedication thrown among it. But redundant Negativity is unlike what we need to see. The box we need to think out of has been locked and swallowed around us, so we only start to doubt this. Rhyme scheming is what I'm dreaming when I'm seeming Less awake. That's why in class, you see me with a stupid smile on my face. Face is beamin, I'm day dreaming at a relatively fast pace. I got reasons why I'm believing of my meaning of leaving. As it's deepening, I start the leaning, and I stare up at the ceiling. Start heavy breathing, start heaving, just thinking about human beings. As my brain starts to deceive me I start peeling towards the door, I don't mean bad feelings I can't stand their teaching anymore. I do not believe that chivalry is dead. I held a door for a women she didn't say thanks instead, she turned her head, stuck up her nose as I watched the door close. I guess people don't like the look of me no more. I used to get other peoples piss all over my pants. Fakin piss tests and sneaking around the man. But I cleaned up and washed my hands of that, I'm not tryin to promote I'm just glad I know I'm smarter than the fucking probs. Got three years probation for fucking up four cops. Breakin a kids jaw, the back car window, and drinkin a whole lot. Doesn't matter your color cops will crack your fucking skull. I was washing pepper spry out my hair for longer than I really know. I'm not proud but you could say I learned a lesson, that I don't want a bologna sandwich locked up as a felon. A big shout out to those who choose to enjoi and listen in. A large FUCK YOU to the ex girls, ex friends I won't be missin them. I've been telling everyone everyday is the greatest day of my life, I'd like to think it's true. I know you would like to think it too. If we took out the pain and pushed our stress away. But reality always set even for those who live without sin.