1.Untitled
They said let it go,
take the better road,
you gotta do it.
They'd never know
my genetic code is just not congruent.
Not a lot of uses,
except for breaking protocol.
We haven't spoke at all
since you broke my jaw.
I feel overdrawn.
Bunch of dead Facebook friends,
I keep adding new ones.
Arguments are gruesome,
leave you chewed up
with a bruised tongue.
All I wants redemption,
not an intervention.
Not to mention the tension
this apprehension has ended.
I wanna do the right thing.
I wanted you to see me.
You're tuned in to to T.V. weekly.
I'm graffiti wrote discreetly.
Forgive me for my city,
my pity and negativity.
Wish I had better chemistry.
This misery I let it live in me.
Eyes for eyes.
Teeth for teeth.
We'll always disagree,
nothing's what it seems to be.

2.Rub-A-Dub

I'm not a nerd rapper.
I just miss my adolescence.
Mentally I'm a kid
who thinks most music lacks a message.
I'll drown out your Soundcloud.
The down and out loudmouth.
The open chord overlord
who's shouting at crowds now.
Your new favorite rapper
that's not just a lot of talk.
Weird dude buyin drugs.
Sayin nonchalant,
"I'm not a cop."
Awkward stop.
Now everyone feels squeamish.
I'm a vehement behemoth
who knows the game's secrets,
I mean it, unlocked all levels
and beat it.
I'm the resident evil.
Death to the people who think it matters.
It doesn't the presidents equal evil.
Say I play to much,
this is my game I made you up.
And being weird don't pay enough,
shux, I never gave two fucks.
A brady bunch of paper cups.
Down eighty bucks and wasted.
Don't wait up or save some
I've been playin dumb for ages.
I wish I was a kid again,
with toys in the bathtub.
But I'd just act up,
say sad stuff about bad luck,
and pull that plug.

3. Scented Candles

I need to find some better friends.
Lines seem to bend
and then we're lettin demons in
and then it never ends.
I need a severance.
In the future the kids will reference this,
just cause.
In the meantime, my bsides
and freestyles will make it in the "best of."
Whole thing's a head fuck.
Don't feel the need to glorify drugs
and misogyny because it's been done.
(More than once.)
I wrote this in less than ten seconds
then reflected on it's imperfections.
Thought of making corrections
instead said it's been destined.
My head's a weapon,
like belts and shoelaces.
People wanna suicide watch
and self-help with two faces.
People need tragedy's demented angles.
In a coma from a Soma,
aroma of scented candles.
Romanticize ugly to fantasize something.
But can't deny never wanting to stop running.
Everybody wants to play a character.
Nobody wanna sing the truth.
Everybody just builds up a barrier.
And you care what they think of you,
you care what they think.

4.HeyHeyBaby

I'm looking for my dream girl
in this mean world.
And I don't wanna be hurtful,
but nothing seems worthful.
I'm not sayin that she was taken for granted.
But she knows that I've always hated the planet.
We made it mechanics and if she ever panicked
she'd wait or take a Xanax.
I'd make a sandwich but damn it,
now I'm not hungry.
I've been a little grumpy
since my lover called me ugly.
It's funny,
cause she isn't wrong.
I should write a different song
while I'm tellin her I'm sellin words
cause no one's living long.
I think she wants to change me
cause lately I've been cagey.
I'm only waiting for the perfect time
to answer "maybe."
I just need a compass,
something with some substance.
She's probably somewhere else
and I won't ever leave Columbus.
There's thieves among us.
One stole my heart.
She asked what I wanted,
and I just told her, "art."
This relationship's a coma,
drunk of her ambrosia.
Lost myself inside her
now I lack a persona.
My Mona Lisa.
My own Athena.
We kick it all night eating frozen pizza.
I'm not Romeo
and she wasn't Juliet.
We both just got lonely
when the music left.

5.Friendly Demons

At war with myself.
These warnings I felt.
Sorta couldn't tell.
So low I shoulda fell.
Haven't been completely honest
cause honesty is so ugly.
I don't need to see the coffin,
inaudibly I've been juggling.
With the concept of trading
death for breath.
Stress for rest.
Head for chest.
Precipice of deficits.
Pessimist over sedatives.
Left with this bunch of friendly demons,
I envy freedom.
Another empty reason
for me to ease up
or be numb.
The feeling's hereditary.
The world's a stage
it's temporary.
Maddening battling
what's happening
until we're dead and buried.
Head is carried low,
others' struggles you could barely know.
The mayor's a roach,
we're all ghosts.
Living where you're scared to go.
Sharing prose,
wearing clothes.
Weeks and days that we never chose.
Stuck in 2012,
junkie's hell,
pungent smells
and desperate bones.
"Nothing's set in stone,"
he said,
deadened,
forever unknown.
Nothing will ever get better
until I just let it go.
I don't even know. x2
Stuck in a world that's just too damn cold.
I don't even know. x2
Miss me with that bullshit it's really getting old.
And I can't even fucking help it.
It's not my fault you're just too damn selfish.

6. OJ Glimpsin

It's like, it's like
everybody's just always trying
to get, you know, a glimpse of something.
Trying to see something that they haven't seen.
They're trying to open that part of themselves
that they haven't experienced yet.
But most people don't realize that
it's not possible
if you're a fucking piece of shit.
I wanna tell em I'm the best outta reflex.
But deep down I might be stressed.
I haven't went to sleep yet.
Trying not to feel bad
for feeling bad.
Wanna give away positivity
to just come and steal it back.
She says I'm always so mean spirited.
And I'm not sure if she meant it,
but yo,
she seemed serious.
Trying not to get sick of ya'll.
Not to speak in vitriol.
I'm trying to glimpse into the true dreams of Whichita.
My soul's coughing reluctantly.
Creature from another breed,
which means you can't fuck with me.
I only smile to show my rows of teeth.
Hopefully this poetry gets me groceries
and off of this broken street.
I want to the world to come
and smoke with me.
Feeling ugly and unlucky openly.
Woe is me.
No one writes good songs anymore,
it's only odes to greed.
I'm not good at anything,
I just pretend to be.
Eventually in centuries this'll all be a memory.
So forget it.

7. Murther Motets

I'm a famous rapper.
I'm a bad word,
impatient slacker.
Succeeding with ease
in walking under ladders backwards.
Half- cursed.
I write heavenly lines
over seventy times.
Undressing God twice
on the edge of divides.
It's like that.
Fuck God, amen.
I don't write raps.
It's love songs for Satan.
But great men stay thin
starving in reality.
I'm a faceless escapist.
And my art is just cowardly.
I'm about to leave,
the path it just got clear.
Ask for me passively.
Know that I'm not here.

8. Heat Factory

Stayin high on rooftops.
Trying to make these blues stop.
Wanted to go outside today
but damn man it's too hot.
Always reflecting
on the shit we've been through.
But when we met at the rendezvous
I didn't wanna talk to you.
Got an awkward view.
A bullet in a loaded gun.
Sorry for being cagey lately
baby let's soak in sun.
I know it's dumb,
but this world just feels so polarizing.
Quit reading choose your own adventure books.
I'm too old for dying.
Or too young to live.
Too many sins to expiate.
But inside of this mindfulness
all these things seem to just relate.
I want this stream of consciousness
to turn into an ocean.
Want the heat to make a light
guides me even though it's so dim.
Tell em that I meant it.
And worked without an incentive.
Tell em how they talk tastes like dirt
and is offensive.
I can get a little weird
not here to justify my actions.
Sorry if I'm impolite in interactions
they call it detachment.