Stories Average

stories average broke no diploma havin
son of a pusha goes to show Moe was born a savage
sorta borin if you look at it, cus this is it
Learned how roll a blunt before I ever kissed a bitch/
so I don’t need to visit memory lane
I catch reminders every time somebody mentions their names/
And it ain’t the same the days are slow
More mistakes when you’re raised by ghosts/
But I know it’s gon make me a better person
As I think of it all as time that I spent rehearsin/
I write words around breath
That’s beautiful, ever since I learned about death/
The worst is now less, if you actually measure
The weight of never havin ya family back together./
But I’m a man now
And when you speak of future fathers to be I stand out/
So for this fucked up history I’m damn proud
Cus it’s proof that if you get through then it pans out/
Even if the numbers low when the scans out
I’ll sleep comfortably just knowin I’ve got fans now/
I shout for those that can’t shout
raise my hand for those that never had a hand out/
Stand for those that stand alone we can stand together
They might hold us down now but they can’t forever/
with every second I survive
as long as I remember that i'll never have to die/
no longer will you see me, but you'll never have to cry
if there's a time for heaven then remember that was mine/
time for ultimatums and the motivation's mine
our childs revolution so we cultivated minds/
truth a make em scared, but also dare to make the rise
with a whisper it begins then it culminates in sighs/
when they take a side, it's fate that they decide
since words are greatest weapon i'm a always stay supplied

It's about one of us

Somewhere in between first and second to last
didn't graduate wasn't never in class/
still congratulations 29 and alive
full time job just tryin to survive/
girls ain't shit just fuck em and leave
old soul gets told in the dust that he breathe/
eight hours on his feet, ache in his legs
stress in the day then he takes it to bed/
lays his head on his hand, awakes in the chair
one happy moment ain't makin this fair/
holidays worse then the regular days
cept the time and a half what the regular pays/
nobody call, visitors sparse
takes breaks in his brain but he lives in his heart/
that he wears on his sleeve where they stickin the darts
takes the poster off his wall then he rips it apart/

dark silhouette block the stars behind
not worth collecting though he's hard to find/
dies fast yet charges fine
eventually it work, but never starts in time/
at the bar later on where he sits just to have a sip
holdin it together, slowly unravelin'/
boxed in travelin', a 84 chevrolet
hard to describe, he the day before yesterday/
designated spot where today's wars uh emanate
brush stroke masterfully change course meditate/
résumé for paint stores, more shades will let em make
steps towards the future at the pace boredom levitates/
fist thumps the chest, resonates from the pain stored
clouds been there but he the one that they rain for/
stakes hell or heaven , stopped at both on the same tour
follow what we blind to, with nothin left to aim toward

1%

Already dead just passin' time,
I had a moment it passed, I'm fine
I'm glad you made it, sit there that's fine
right there's the wine, I'm a take a sip/
I'm a take a second to compose myself
cus I know what hell is, suppose we fell
a couple of notches below, Oh Well
if we didn't then how we supposed to tell?/
there's a curse on my head, I put it there
wasn't lookin' where I was swearin' at
reflect off the mirror, came tearin' back
things all of a sudden gone terribly wrong/
I've barely made it to tell you this song
it's on and poppin', the war kicked up
the rich is them, the poor is us
each day they gettin' to win again/
Oh you ready? just give me a minute then
we can get to leavin', just need to breathe
freedom close
indeed, indeed
swear I almost taste the smoke
aight let's go
I'm, locked and loaded
eyes on focus
I can quote this war cry by heart, when it start, just know that people is gone die!

Fight Songs

I’m tryin to break the pattern of fight songs instead of Marvin Gaye
games people play without arguing often it's hard to stay/
everyday ain't a night club baby my life's tough
I work a nine to five but five to one till lights dusk/
I'd rather have a light rub from my night dove
but these angels wings have took a dive so the flights up/
we fight cuss, does it delight us? this isn't like us
it was a wishin well, WELL now i see that pipes rust/
so if you ain't happy then baby please pipe up
over the cold shoulders I love you but these slights cut/
so my trust is light must survive these fights surely
U really don't want to leave but loneliness arrives early/
hands almost touch like five thirty
but then our minds curb and at parallels our fairy tales collide dirty/
bye bye birdy sing me a sad song
that supplies the casket for skeletons to dance on

I'll admit

I love women with awkward smiles
and shyness that shines at it's brightest when they stupid in love
I love them times when the vibe is a minus
and the kindness of a stranger rearranges the day,
shake my head at the fact I’m frustrated by the attitude change
that occurs at that moment then begrudgingly laugh/
shit I must admit, I’m in love with my past
and all the worst things about it that I wish I could change/
I love the sex, so good that she cries, pumps up my pride
cus I ain't scared to admit that my ego is big
love the feel of a swisher when I crack it with my fingers
beat tapes that linger till I’m scared they'll never end/
I love freestylin with friends, on the porch or in the car
and the feeling of being a star, we our own biggest fans/
I love that you don't understand, but still feel me
that's really all I ever wanted...and why I flaunt it...

Ayo come follow me
openly sin with no apologies
tell you how I owe you my life
and why it bothers me
to even hear you mention my name
keep on ignoring me
this story always turns out the same
without a change
apparently
just six degrees that's keepin us part
and I would like to maintain that distance it would lessen the pain
you must keep it if you give it a name
so no words
thus I insist you observe all the warning signs written
cus every woman that's been smitten with me, hates my fuckin guts
and the way that luck goes, you'll be another on the list
no wrists have been cut yet, but I’m a sensitive subject
use some discretion when you mention my name

Birdland

Imagine this, we went from activists with magic in our fragile bones
To some actors and actresses acting like where were at’s not wrong
Love a stage to be cast upon…Passion’s gone
Just another passing fad so we tagged along
now the fashion that we donned last night’s gone bad at dawn
Make love as an excuse to get naked and no longer have it on
Attachments relax their bonds,
as I walk on water past this pond of glass the shadows of your past still cast upon/
alas it dawned I’ve had it wrong
as the sadness latches on and strips the tags right off the back of my shirt
designer patches that handed me worth now former fans of me jerks
canceled candidly, answer me!!! how can it be worse/
why when they waxed upon the past I didn’t laugh along?
Conscience vagabond, haunted by the asterisks that it's absence spawned/
but this righteous feelin' ain’t actually strong
cus in fact I’m attached to woman whose vision is short but her lashes long/
used to sing duets but knew less than half the song
romance rehashed at times the slow dance never lasts too long/
so though I swear I’m past the plastic as it happens
she hears that I’m immune and figured that she’d try to pass it on/
her words like music but she only choose the saddest jawns
life would be a cruise but they won’t let me take this casket on

Stranger

A stranger’s born every generation
Thoughts are private he hides 'em in a safe location/.
Through trepidation he’s extending his will
And seems chill but the emotion building up till he filled/
Revealing sections of the mirror that you duct taped up
you could face 'em with ya head down if ya luck stays up/
and he’s stuck cus how’s a happy home provided when
The walls of his room can’t account for all the silence that’s inside of them/
His own disciple sees the world as his bible
Insight recycled in case one day his soul goes idle/
Reminded of his birth whenever close to death
And feels the life inside his lungs when he holds his breath/
The best suggestion that he ever received
Was one he muttered while exhaling thus concealing the sorrow/
Forget what they telling you, live for tomorrow
Yesterday’s a memory you borrow/