Dearth...

Most of us want to believe in redemption and recovery, but not everyone who tries is successful. A life spent dreaming about days that never arrived, Melancholy hello’s and clever good bye’s, I play a blues for my block, Bullet holes and broken glass, Where it stops nobody knows, It all happens so fast, Chipped chunks of concrete, Stained with despair and deceit, Washed clear by a Mother’s tears, Who’s feeding this beast, An ode to blood run cold, Spilled in hot streets, Lost souls with a jones, For sins that chew their skin, Like cooked meat, Cash rules; but only children and fools, Does God protect, Life’s at my neck, Lord save me is my first and last breath, Still I watch the way I move and I wear my vest, My woman and my babies all bear my stress, Cause the game stay on my brain, And pain sit on my chest, I know scriptures from the good book, They teach me lessons I need, But my lover’s eyes still bleed, Cause of my lust and my greed, Consumed by want, loss, and need, So much of my deeds, Make a serpent out of me, Sowing poisonous seeds, Like Paul when he was Saul, Wow to the murderous me, Testing my will against my creator’s, The nerve of a me, Buy bondage with my fill, Like I don’t deserve to be free, And I am brother’s keeper, I take others with me, People who I grew up with, Even some of my friends Mother’s with me, Lucifer lives in what I give, They need to be running from me, Instead they whore and way more, To buy something from me, A little piece of some place, That’s not quite here, Nothings good about where we at, Where we’re going is clear, I need an intersection, Refuge from these, Invisible chains, Demons chase me through my dreams, They be screaming my name, Love of self and the pursuit of wealth, Built a wall between my soul and salvation, I traffic in tragedy, I distribute damnation…

Poking at clouds

My God, How do I get the closest to you? I’m lost; how do I find you? Please God allow me to find you.

I pray for the salvation of those who I love I’m worse than I ever knew that I was I still see them alive every time I close my eyes And their parents are still together Cause Dad never lost his mind. My dreams are haunted by their footsteps I can’t find my way, All I do is talk to my children, In my mind every day All I do is talk to my children in every rhyme that I say, Cause I might not get to meet ‘em, Live life like a heathen, My soul is food for demons, These are jewels I’m breathin’, Long as my heart is beatin’, I know Betty Jean’s dream hasn’t been beaten, Words spill from my eyes, Due to all my lies and cheatin’, God save me, God save me, My mistakes play on repeat over a beat, And it’s driving me crazy, I live in darkness love wonders where my heart is, Penning poetry in purgatory, Passion and pain are partners, In this life that I live so far away from the path, I pray that hope forgives me, I guess I’m just like my Dad, In my inner most thoughts, Never spoken out loud, I’m just trying to see my son, That’s why I keep poking at clouds… Even when the light has passed, the truth is present.

Dim Lights May Be...

I live on the edge of his grace/ Through a mustard seed of faith/ The book of Luke/ Tells me to/ Lift up my voice/ And sing unto the Lord/ To beg for forgiveness/ For the blood At the tip of my sword/ I bind and cast anger from me/ Faith and forgiveness/ Have always been A stranger to me/ But my Apostle says/ Why be Bound when/ You can be free/ My Good book/ Is filled with/ Thou’s and ye’s/ I mastered my slave language/ This how God sounds to me/ A bunch of other invisible chains/ Are bound to me/ Love make’s me want to/ Ask her/ If she’s down for me/ If she’d leap out On faith/ And drown for me/ Then I pause/ To breathe for a moment/ Life moves too fast/ I was brought up on a block/ Where the burners go blast/ I need an encounter/ God please enter my pen/ That my pen might please you/ My minds riddled with sin/ All the things I’ve seen/ All the places I’ve been/ Make me wanna know/ Just how sweet/ She’ll taste in the end…. I riff like jazz/ Paint ink pictures/ Across white skies/ Bleeding to breathe/ Dying to survive/ So dearth/ I can almost see/ God’s impact on my life/ It makes me/ Get outside my head/ And get back to my life/ The tip of my sword/ Is inches from the muscle/ Which holds all the love/ That I give/ And as my body moves/ Towards the ground/ I’m missing a rib/ By my own hand/ I’m never doing a bid/ I don’t know what a day without freedom is/ I know/ Only God’s Grace/ Can leave me cleansed.

A Rose 4 Pops II

A Rose 4 Pops II

Father's Day

Father's Day

Tha Ride

Tha Ride

The Infinite (Should'a, Would'a, Could'a)

The Infinite (Should'a, Would'a, Could'a)

What I'm listening to right now...

Places I aspire to see...

RESTART

Love almost ruined my life/
Or life almost ruined my love/
I almost didn’t get to where I’m going/
Cause/
I was stuck on where I was/
Where I’m at, where I’ve been/
Free love for homie lover friends/
Almost cost me my dream/
My heart and my soul in the end/
So I went to back to the pad/
With all this pain in my pen/
Feeling some kinda way about my Dad/
And thinking of them/
Kush blunt with hash/
Had me dreaming of Kim/
Wide awake silently screaming/
The demons within/
Want to eat me alive/
Make me ugly like them/
Still I push forward/
Push still warring/
With tomorrow’s black cloud/
Which is already forming/
My words are all I have/
Every girl I meet wants to keep ‘em/
All for herself/
But the rhyme is my reason/
I inscribe moments from life/
Broken, bloody and bittersweet/
My love is undying/
My tears leak in ink/
So I leave it on the world/
Pretty words for the girl/
For stars that never shine/
And a hurricane’s swirl/
About the burn of a cold heart/
And the presence of God/
In places you fear he’s absent/
He hovers above/
Leslye and Paula’s prayers/
Keep me covered in blood/
Angels guard me while I sleep/
Weep tears for the flood/
My good is often spoken evil of/
But it’s said with love/
And the Sun’ll come out tomorrow/
Cause that’s what it does/

Pause

I hadn’t spoken to God since I lost them in Fire/
I got stuck smoking and fucking/
Writing my desires/
I ain’t close enough to Betty Jean/
I’m trying to get higher/
Pardon me for me for being lost/
My speech is vulgar/
I write dirty love notes to liars/
What to say of hopes and dreams/
When you can’t live what they mean/
You pray that God just takes you/
Somewhere in between/
I’m surviving a war in my own mind/
So I’d rather do it with verbs/
I’m talking about kids on the field/
When I’m speaking of birds/
It’s a Falcon on the shield/
My schemes are so real/
Teaching truth to the youth/
And improving their skills/
I almost threw it away/
But then I stopped to pray/
I remembered my Grandfather/
And wise words he used to say/
I be having so much to say in my own way/
But rumors are monsters/
And dudes swear that they’re gangstas/
But they really imposters/
Not saying I’m a gangsta/
I guess I’m more like a mobster/
Moving mean though the murders/
Soliciting sponsors/
Let me make that a little clearer/
Dummies’ll probably get lost/
Like ol’ boy that say he tough/
Is probably soft/
I could rap forever bout my past/
And still sound like I’m lost/
A life of ugly sounds/
And mixed results/
I ran from myself/
And stayed in my way/
Made up for everyday/
I didn’t get to go outside/
And play/
My only hope is that/
You pray for me/
That’s all I can say/
Say that all I can/
All day, every day/

The truth is...

What I'm listening to right now...

What I'm listening to right now...

"Day One..."

September Girl

September Girl

My Explanation

My Explanation

Jihad

My pen is bloody at the end/
Soul leaking through the tip/
My brother struggles in his silence/
Just speaking is a gift/
Mind filled with clever quips/
Niggas prolly won’t get/
My tears are an eclipse/
They block out my sons/
They’re sparkle in my eye/
Cause I never was one/
My words are prisoners of the page/
That’s why they call ‘em bars/
Hip-Hop is my arse poetic/
With my poetic ars/
I be singingin’ my scars/
Leave ‘em ringin’ in the stars/
Greedy love for bleeding hearts/
Green in jars/
Hell here on earth/
Is free on Mars/
Cool don’t come with a receipt/
For Chains watches and cars/
Lies sell the best/
The truth is hard to swallow/
Don’t believe/
Just read/
The bullshit that twitter follows/
Where are we going/
Does anybody care/
The prettiest women got the nappiest hair/
That’s neither here nor there/
It’s somewhere in the middle/
I give it to her plain/
She always says I speak in riddles/
If she read it with her kindle/
Would she carry a flame/
If I could sing it to her sweet/
She would carry my name/
Cause life still/
Make me wanna holla/
Yesterday looks Tamara/
I met Jesus on the corner/
He was begging for a dollar/
A saint marched past him/
A sinner gave him change/
Niggas are scared of revolution/
So the world is the same/
The absence of value/
Means I can’t be a prophet/
In constant struggle for God/
Praying that somebody got it/
I wanna say the verse that’ll change the world/
Before Satan’s gift/
And man’s curse shames the world/
Devils pie a la mode/
A free download/
A life out of control/
What’s the price for your soul/
What’s the cost of salvation/
Nobody knows/
God don’t send us back to tell it/
I’m rebellious wit flows/
Currently constantly seeking his grace/
Misery and madness are all that currency makes/
They put Gods name on it to trick us/
Currency’s fake/
Breaking for a better place/
For good ness sake/
A place for better breaking/
That’s what goodness takes…

Tangled in July

Heavy head no crown/
Grey skies no frown/
My vision is the clearest/
I get lost in the lyrics/
The melancholy of the moment/
Is my opponent and its winning/
The bite of sober nights/
Stolen like/
Smiles long forgotten/
A still beating broken heart/
So far apart/
From what God sent/
The design of the rhyme/
Is sublime as the meaning/
A blues for my muse/
An ode to still breathing/
A song for love gone wrong/
A play for passion that never was/
Numb words spoken/
On behalf of what it does/
Thoughts scribbled down/
In the color of pain/
Dry spells/
Cast well/
By a lover of rain…

What I'm listening to right now...

01 I Belong 2 U

Just me and my brodie.

Coldest ft.Sixx

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Rick Ross - "3 Kings" (Ft. Dr. Dre

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What I'm listening to now...

What I'm listening to now...

Looking Inside

I’ve spent my whole life naming children/
Who will never exist/
Scribblin’ plays that/
I would teach ‘em/
And how to pitch/
How to go across the middle/
And take the hit/
Cause I learned on my own/
My Dad never taught me shit/
And I ‘m just like him/
It’s funny how that happens/
I think I smile like my mother/
it’s because of him I’m handsome/
All I know how to do/
Is say sweet words to pretty girls/
And make D-Boy anthems/
The blood of a slave/
From a ranch in Le Grange/
And a Violent car crash/
Is what matched/
My government name/
I’m the heir to Rocky’s skin/
Miles voice and Paula’s pen/
Auntie I paint some pretty pictures/
Of some ugly places/
The inside of my love/
Is like waking up in the matrix/
I try to picture how my kids look/
And speak to the ancients/
Aaron and Paul Jonson-Nash/
Are some cool ass niggas/
With beautiful faces/
And Gary Nash/
Volunteered to be my Dad/
And that’s why I thank him/
It’s hard to kiss my Mother/
Cause Green’s hand still stings my face/
And those tears turned rage/
So I left ‘em on the page/
I season my music with ‘em/
I paint ‘em on stage/
And it’s hard to fall in love/
Cause of the mistakes I’ve made/
I hold this weight/
Cause no place seems safe/
I wear my soul on my sleeve/
And my heart on my face/
My Nanna and my Poppa/
Never wanted me/
To be the black sheep/
But I developed an addiction/
To running the streets/
I always wanted a head nod/
From Jihad/
When I was doing the worst shit/
To stand beside Eleanor and Joe/
When the Earth splits/
When God comes back/
And I have to answer for my choices/
I live praying for his mercy/
These words are my children’s voices/

Right Now

My love
I paint my circumstance/
Dippin’ the brush in broken promises/
Conspiring to comprehend/
What Muhammad heard and Jesus lived/
What God spoke to make Noah float/
And what Moses meant/
One God with many names/
I can’t seem to get over it/
So I keep holdin’ it/
Ghetto hymns/
Hummed at dusk/
Midnight pacts with angels/
I make war with myself/
And destroy love with strangers/
Love lines like friendly fire/
Why you think they call it battle field/
Memories of your kiss ain’t this how battles feel/
The crook who stole your heart/
Got demons who battle still/
I sculpt situations through sadomasochist/
Manipulations and I’m high all the time/
Cause I like this station/
I spray you graffiti love letters across the sky/
But the only way you can see them/
Is if you don’t sleep at night/
When the moon and the sun/
Pass each other in God’s palms/
You can see my favorite one/
Love I gave you my words/
So when my dreams come true/
You can read a long with this song/
And know I’m talking to you/

WHAT I LISTENED TO TODAY...

Midnight in July

Midnight in July
So I was back in my zone with this beat repeat/
Trying to pray myself free/
From doom and defeat/
Then I pressed select all/
Control+Alt+delete/
I guess real wordsmith’s are obsolete/
He’s sounds like them/
I sound like me/
My flow is so irreverent/
I should’a been a Reverend/
And I’m to speaking to the sky/
Just in case you were checking/
Sitting underneath the world/
From my South East perspective/
My words are so reckless/
I’m checking hell’s guest list/
The truth is a noose/
Cause a Rope is necklace/
A ring is a band/
A band is a brand/
I got a million broken heart songs/
I sing on demand/
I don’t talk to my momma much/
But every time I rhyme/
It seems like I found her/
I pray out loud/
That Angels surround her/
That God blesses/
And embraces/
Her every encounter/
Dear Ms. Leslye Rachelle/
Its murder on your boy/
This summer of 2012/
I get high enough to function/
Do the best that I can/
God ain’t done with me yet/
I’ll a better man then I am/
Right now I’m strugglin’/
God’s presence is humbling/
Trying not to look back/
Fearing destruction/
The breath is the blessing/
My curse is my thoughts/
Love lives in a bad place/
Evil dreams she haunts/
But I’m the one who put her there/
Every time I/
Could’a, should’a, would’a cared/
Failed to follow through/
Failed to you/
I was talking on my phone/
But the call didn’t go through/
So I just typed it on my key board/
My life is in crisis/
What I’m committing to things for
Murdin’ Marylin’s Chamber’s/
Killin' her green door
All I make is bangers/
That’s what this thing’s for.

Dear God,

Dear God,

Insomniac Rap

I just open my heart and write/another sleepless night/trying to make sense out of love/it never turns out right/wonder what it might be like/this thing called life/monsters made in my dreams/seem to block out the light/I always breathe the same song/the days are just different/say my rhymes to the sky/but the son is missin'/so is the daughter/stricken by the sins of the father/lost love because of me/I can't see my tomorrow/best laid plans died/where tech spray lands/I marvel at the missery/I make with my hands/fingers dancing across the keys/to the heart beat of a former lover/I rhyme out loud to reach her/I'm sure that she's found another/to all the girls I lost in love/sorry it took me so long to see what I was/get where I'm going/be where I've been/leave you stuck wondering what happened to him/forgive me I'm lost/my heart won't let me win/so I'm a creep/I'm a loser/Amen and Hallelujah/

The first sounds to freedom …. Might sound like this, Might empty out a clip, Just to prove I exist, This life makes me wanna holla, The dirt we do for dollars, Revolving door daddy’s, And walk away Father’s, I’m starring at this revolver, With a demon on one shoulder, And a chip on the other one, My mind is so troublesome, Salvation or slavery, There’s a Razor Blade line, I’m saying watch who you worship, And to whom you pay your tithes, I couldn’t ever run out of rhymes, About my life and times, Soliloquies for street violence, South East state of mind, I came by it honest, Speak scripture and sonnets, Paint pictures in the sky, Whisper poems to the angels, I’m that damn fly, I'm speaking about the ancients, And all the times that I’ve tried, Dear love I’m sorry, I just can’t get right, That’s probably why I write so much, I’d sing the blues if I could, Cause life is so tough, But my favorite Color’s Red, So many dudes who live like me are dead, Nightmares and nigga songs are all that live in my head, I dream of my children’s smiles wake up and pray, Cause tears won’t seem to fall and words they just won't stay.

01 We ride

01 We ride

I'm not sure where this journey will take me I just know I have to move...

01 Everywhere...

01 Everywhere...

South East Serenade

South East Serenade

100 Racks Kash ft. Sixx, Yung Jay

100 Racks Kash ft. Sixx, Yung Jay

Coldest ft.Sixx

Coldest ft.Sixx

Do You Think About Me Sixx ft. Yung Jay

Do You Think About Me Sixx ft. Yung Jay