eXPERIMENtal Beat

Gold bitch everlasting peace   Words come down see itself and began to come again and again. Blow me Blow me back against the wall begging for relief. Come down slowly in my arms and swallow me whole. This snake is heading This snake is heading for its hole in the ground. Bring me back

Squash

Within these walls, lies inside a story told to a young child. Wherein this tale is a truth of a fable yarned Inside this song hides painful realities Beside the notes are chords of mentalities and in the pitch are beats or normalities. In my head In my song it’s listening in a heartbeat it’s

Shut-up Your Teenage Brain Tonight

I Like it low and Loud because that’s how I roll! Well, get up and smell the roses, today is a brand new day. Shut up and put on some poses lest you end up like I dunno. Something that will die in a ghetto. It’s time for the morning to have its time ignored

Bus Ticket To Compton

It’s ten O’clock at night and i’m feeling like a rock (inside) Got no munchies and i got no beer Got no honeys coming near Got a pile of books Got my evil looks Got a heart on my sleeve and a feelin’ inside And nobody ever crosses my lines Got a cat on a

I’m tired every day

But I’m not whingin’ Got my pencil and a paper and poses winding My hates are all buried under the floor where you can’t reach them no more So you see I only got love to give and to receive so anything else in your imagination you see what you want to tell you stories I’d