motivation

She the light in the dark like a sunny day in the park she be the best for me keep me cool me when it's a 100 degrees l see her almost each and everyday not here with me to guide me but she lead me the right way the yin to my yang, keep me moving in the right lane she as sweet as sugar canes she so good for my brain l laugh out loud when l think about her, people think I'm insane the melody of the vibrant vocal voices that echoes in my mind with this kind of feeling, mountains l can climb the answer to my questions and my desire you are the fuel to my fire who is she you ask? motivation in my in head, nothing more.

Street bait

Show them how easy it to make a quick buck Selling drugs to the sick and addicts Come down rolling with the big chains And running the street game Fine females and mind of hustler Doing the wrong but you know it, just to help your brother Selling, learning the ways of the new beautiful every move is move crucial Show them that you down to ride Trusty and with your homeboys by your side. Money in your pocket full of foul profit Few years go by and you put work since was 13 They got you good and you took on it, a easy way of life Did the work and put in time Always out for yourself, “l get mine” But eventually your luck run out Police kicks in the doors down at your house Mom and pops get arrested In the police station and forced to have you confessed Talking about a murder scene Your so called homeboys will kill you if you come clean The life that was all about getting paid Has got you all afraid Tell the truth Or stay in a 20 year booth The streets that raised you that gave the knowledge and power has lead you a stray He who has chose the path has already lost his way The allure of fast cash is always so attractive This can lead to jail or a early casket, l warn you in massive Don’t take the bait offered in the streets

Show love

We show love by keeping the precious moments in our minds From the time met To the time when had our first fight An important lesson learned Remember our friends birthdays. You show that you care by letting me stay in your house Put clothes on my back Gave me hugs when l was feeling low Picked me up when l kicked down Gave me money when l was in need Made me a hand made gift Stay by my side through the hard times Boosted my confidence with it was sinking fast Supported my ideas and dreams Made me feel strong during my weak moments Inviting me to your special events The best thing you did for me was giving me a chance.

Real life

Negative side Living is it really optional? Says the mind id filled the sick and demented thoughts Wake and face the real drama And feeling the of the mess you left with This the real life where murdering and lies appear When it comes to finding your path only decide how to go about it Make the decision This is how it supposed to be? Feel like we really lost our ways Times like this you feel as thought the pain never ends Always something to hold you back The negative vibe you can’t shake Encounter the evil eyes of the world Judging you by what you do Shoot up drugs and pay for sex Sip on alcohol and hope this all just vanishes Do whatever the mighty dollar Mind does back flips over the things we do and see Leave home and be abandoned as a runaway cause parents don’t care Money going to make us crazy When was the last we time ate? Given up on religion but respect only the legal tender Positive note We still living to still smile and live life and enjoy the ride Wait to you see my smile and see me cry my tears for the joy l got I got my little slice of the pie That feeling of accomplishments Treat to yourself don’t cheat Have hope to see a better day. Life is a battle so keep your guard up Classify yourself as a realist and a dreamer To achieve the goals you set out One goal done got done so continue with the rotation.

Feeling Good

I don’t like your music Not feeling it at all Today’s music is boring to death I hear better song when l talk to myself What brings you down is your attitude Not the altitude You gotta stay high Superman feel like l can fly For me getting lifted is playing good music and feeling right If it’s the perfect song then l play it all night See l like all kind of music When l feel bad or angry this how l diffuse it My remedy to a terrible day Same feeling when l get out the house to get away

Fight on

Fight on I’m sorry but kicking me while I’m down is not enough You need to beat me senseless until l puke my guts Fight on till the victory is mine Real men use their fist cowards bring out the nines One more go we go Get up no giving up, nose bleeds, blood flows My knees tremble and quake with dieing and fading energy One last time to show you no mercy I do it for myself to see how long I can last I came to scrap, this a battle My goal is to knock you around till your head rattle Make you move less like you was in shackles Beat you so bad l get your fans all crowding like they cattle Unlike a viper there’s no warning when l attack, so cut off my rattle Step in a cage with a beast Smells blood licking his lips like I’m ready for fresh meat Bell rings, here come the elbows, drop like stone boulders Fist flying to your face like I’m killing like we in the final round, game over This ain’t street fighter no Ken or Ryu No hadoukens or sonic booms, this is real life rules Parappa the rapper was taught “kick, punch it’s all the mind” No taps out , no pin falls round two we pause l came to win, no draw got so much thrill in the fight l think l can take on y'all you wanted beef we can do it in the ring or in the streets martial arts or boxing do whatever this a clash of two of the best, you think strong but l'm better size is no matter all l care about is how much blood l splatter go against your biggest rival a bloody story make a bet on who gonna lose you vs me is bad news want to be the big loss well it's time for you to take a lost no rules we can fight with honor or dirty you punch me a million times but you can't hurt me this the last time you see the sunshine beat you so bad that l leave you blind

Ultimate perfection

What is your ideal of perfection? Is it the attitude? the looks? the feel? A comparison is never fair to us But we do it all the time judging others To see our own self worth Fighting to obtain the ideal perfection to please others “I want to become stronger “ “I want to look just like her” “I wished l was at better at speaking in public” So you exercise and train You put on some make up Talk to yourself in the mirror Struggle and go through all the pain and humiliation Sometimes we are blind to see how unique we are when we try so hard to be like someone else.

Humorous, Complicated proposal

Humorous, Complicated proposal Lay back it’s all been done before we done this before Talking to you one on one and hearing you laugh Is such a great pleasure, love it when l unbury that treasure Seeing you smile bring joys to me Let me take hand and hope you understand From the bottom of my heart l want to be your man But you don’t want to believe you say that l try to deceive We known each other for long time There is something on my mind There are things l always wanted to say. You got a way that brings the best in me Your friends might say I'm not good for you. Holding back these feeling makes it so hard to breathe Waking up alone and not seeing you is the worst thing l can imagine So l take no chance to play with emotions What l am saying now l am not joking. From the moment we accidentally met it was great You were a waitress and l knocked down your customers plate. As for my clumsiness I paid for the meal So to make it it make up to you more you and l made a deal. We just go out for one time You said ok I’m off at nine Our first date was a wonderful full of laughter At the end of our day we didn’t want say goodbye I ask if l could see you again, you shied away but you said yes From that we kept in contact My life was on new level Now tell you what l came to tell you. Something in my chest and l gotta get it off Let me get off me feet and get on one knee Will you do me the honor of being my wife? What do you say my dear? wait where are you going? This doesn’t work like in the movies. I guess l have to chase her down then. Why did you come all the way to the restaurant where we met…? “this is where l said yes to you the first time” Let me catch my breathe You want me to propose here? “yes” This mug here ahaha ok ahahah l always love that spontaneous attitude of yours Well since l’m already tired from run and on my knees already Will you do me the honor of being my wife? “Yes l will” Great now let’s get something to eat and some water, you know how far we ran? But if it meant never giving up on you, l never stop running.

Feel me

Feel me Here we go just for fun Reading this under the blazing sun clueless fool when it come to being cool But you can call me a fashion fool be fixing and tricking my bike Forget the bus rather save my dollar and just go for a 3 hour hike No bus ride for me l rather walk till l die Plain white rice is everyday and every night Top ramen noodle and cup noodle be the business gotta get more put that on the check list. Wear sandal wherever I go Lost my other pair at Dana Point one time yo Grew up where roaches be in your cereal before you open it up Want a glass a milk, we got no cups Playing stick ball with literally a stick and tennis ball Batter up come up swing it hit ball Ball hits the neighbors wall is ok Hit it so hard one time we hear the glass shatter You know it’s time to scatter Hopping fences to escape the old mans wrath Getting your butt whoop for playing to much and forgot to do math Fell asleep in class But somehow you pass Hang with ghetto crowd But you were never loud Spend the lunch hours looking at the clouds time goes by, late for the next class now. Nighttime time to go home Listen to your mom talk about Cambodia Listen to lectures but it never stuck in your ears Hear the words but it is not clear Raised in long beach all the your life Moms says living in Cambodia was nice. Off to bed we go, can’t have a peaceful night here Got to have the gun shots sound bust in your ears Around two or 3 am the gun chatter disappears.

Take it back

The first time when l woke in the mornings and saw the sun rise was great When my mind wasn’t polluted with hate When l was a kid things were as simple and truthful Say what you thought without a thought And not worry as people think of you To be loud and free and rambunctious as we infants crying in the wee hours. The days when tv was a form of a time killing device on our tables and we used pliers as remotes. What happen to just getting out for a walk and getting some exercise? Instead you watched videos of people doing the exercises on tv. Does having fun require internet access everywhere? The internet should the be people who are with you when you are out having fun. Back then didn’t we used to talk and not use our thumbs for it? To tell a story, to hear the persons voice and feel how they felt, see their expressions on their faces. Lacking the physical contact of our friends. Don’t you want to be there when your friend or family is hurt or happy to be with them during those times? Take a road trip with these people. Play the classic music and vibe and enjoy those ride. Now to tell you people the truth l never been in love. Was always shy little mug, only mom and pops gave me hugs. Till this day l stay dress up like like a 1990’s thug. I don’t gang bang by the way. In all in honestly l think l was a ugly mug. A little poke fun of my myself. Back in the days wasn’t getting into a relationships way easier? Now it require a bank account? Can’t yall just go out for a picnic anymore and be enough? Take it back to basics, where if you liked them. Like them for them not how much they have in their wallet. Old couples l see in the streets be some of coolest people l see on my solo trips. You think with your wants and not your hearts desire.

Shut eyes, kid view

What is the difference between closing your eyes and being blind? I for one don’t know, but what I think is this being blind alerts you While the people who have sight are sometimes blind to the most obvious things. Could you look a blind man in the eyes and see he has far better understanding then us. Does looks matter to a man who only feels and senses? The media is the glasses that we all look through, want to become like, aspire to. If that is the case then l guess I’m blind to it. Perhaps it’s better off to be dead Then to be filled with all this madness crammed in our head The people who have sight are in a visual drought Close your eyes for a hour or so to see the glimmering media is taking your eyes out Know what l mean? Take a tip from the blind and take slow steps and watch were you go no need to rush it. What I’m saying is taking slow The journey is a rough road You might stumble and fall a few times and scrap your knees Those are welcome pains that everyone should welcome so you know not to do that again.

Chaser and the chased

Keep up come and try to get me as fast as you can Stumble and fall and for a brief second l will laugh and mock you Perhaps it is better if you shut your eyes and imagined that you caught me Take off your shoes since they are made for walking and try to fly to catch me hahaha Keep up, keep up come and get me or you can just give up! “give up, never, pursuing you is my desire, you are my goal” Why do you pursue so much anyway? Why such passion to chase? “As l said you are my desire, the goal that l must attain and test my limits” Hah! You say that now but you given up on me a few times already, why the sudden boost in my interest? come then give me all you got it will be a very long chase indeed. “yes hopefully a good one to”