The Country's Corner

The Country's Corner

Why does our country continue to ignore the imperfection of our national. The destructive cycle of disregarding our flaws has bred our country for a culture of procrastination. Pointing out other people problem is our country's extacy. The man in the bank is selling this girl a dream because smoke and mirrors is our country's specialty. There are people in this country who are terrified of my knowledge yet, they are comfortable calling me a monkey. Some those people are smart and racist but, they are comfortable being a dumb dude's flunky. Yea, I'm a black man. Our country doesn't want me to reload my clip and hit you with this knowledge, it rather me be on the corner introducing my people to that glass dick and that crack fix. Struggle brings out your glass jaw or you're countering with quick fists. One of our country's problem is that we put the world on our shoulders, back breaking issues, now our economy has a herniated disk. Bail bond man's negotiations, there was a solution for it, the bailout was a quick fix to get rich. The country wants our kids to be brave but, how is that possible when they're bred to be heartless slaves. The darkness of our fraudulent spending is put in bright lights, in the basement of a government's rave. It's a travesty, I know I'm not MLK so is that the reason I can't get my street repaved?! Life is the Olympics, we're running for success, who's Dan and who's Dave? Our country's propaganda of negativity, has our citizens living in darkness might as well grew up in a cave. The middle class of America is criticized for over spending but it's a problem too when they cut back and start to save. It's a problem if you're dumb or smart, shut them down, break them down, the country is trying to bred slave. Operate with a purpose because knowledge is survival so never back, this is suppose to be the home of the brave.

The country's corner, the country's corner is cold everyday. When your knowledge is low, and your pockets are frail it feels like a cold day in hell. Your freedom isn't imprisoned but you're in mental jail. Don't succumb to the country's corner because even the strong become frail. It's the country's corner where only knowledge and hunger prevail.

Every city has a corner where a dude is giving a 38 special, that's a strip with 38 hos. She needs the loot, so for a few dollars she give 9 or 10 blows. I don't knock anyone's hustle, but why not rock the mic on stage for 4 or 5 shows. Publicly government officials' feelings toward the corner girls is a real disdain. It's crazy though, privately those same officials are getting felt on in the mustang. The country is run by hypocrites so it shouldn't surprise them when the citizens do something hypocritical. The attention deficit to detail is the reason our financial system is on critical. You can careless if we pay less for medical because your outlook on life is so cynical. How is our country promoting social betterment yet, it's pushing most of the people away from the pinnacle. Unifying the country that might take a miracle. What's the power of a dollar? The rich will rob the poor to pad their pockets. It will make the poor try to rob the rich, but they end up with wrist lockets. Life is a movie, racial tension nigga get your hand out my pockets. Strong arm tactics, our country is pulling the education system out of the socket. Houston we have a problem children can't read but we're trying to build rockets. Robin Hood mentality, you can't be mad at the poor trying to strengthen their pockets. Greed is our country's downfall so spread the wealth around. Why should the consumer suffer when you're making record profits. The lies, the greed and the hypocrisy, as a country we need to change our outfit.

The country's corner, the country's corner is cold everyday. When your knowledge is low, and your pockets are frail it feels like a cold day in hell. Your freedom isn't imprisoned but you're in mental jail. Don't succumb to the country's corner because even the strong become frail. It's the country's corner where only knowledge and hunger prevail.

The Drug of Success

The Drug of Success

You ever want something so bad that love doesn't describe the passion you have for it?! Your blood, sweat and tears along the journey is your soul releasing your fears. I'm confident in my own abilities and all the underestimation is music to my ears. Yea, I know greatness takes time but being mediocre is my biggest fear. What do you know about sitting in your room, and writing until your brain hurts because you're changing your thoughts into spears. 1000 horses are pushing my ambition locomotive since the hunger inside is pushing me to change the gears. Bring on the unknown because progression can't with fear. You have to stop believing the propaganda, hesitation and skepticism will cause your opportunities to disappear. The belief in a limitless future, and when your preparation meets your opportunity your luck will reappear. Enhancing my performance by mixing my knowledge with the antlers from on a deer.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

What do you know about being so close the finish line you can smell it but not close enough to taste it. Don't take success for granted because there's always someone waiting to extract your opportunity. Success is surgical since the road to achieve it is giving my motivation a face lift. Your blood, sweat, and tears are faceless, its the nature of the beast so face it. I'm a hot dog when it comes to success because my failures will never catch up. Now mustard down your hating because I relish overcoming underestimation. Yea I know the beef with my critics is kosher because my bun of ambition is blanketing their rebuttal. Chip Kelly of my journey, obtaining my aspirations by going no huddle. The nature of success is offensive, its simplicity is complex that's why the defense is looking befuddled. Everybody is looking for affection and success is an attractive relationship, which is why the people who are envious want to cuddle. I'm mildewing a blueprint for my success since I'm always sleeping in ambition puddle. Why not sleep and bathe with the soap, called success? Without success being apart of your life, it leads to depression. When success becomes absent, then your skills go through a talent regression. It's all about plating your confidence, so you can astutely serve your success projections.

Success is the opium of society, once you taste it, you gotta have more, you gotta the pure. Succeeding once doesn't appease the addiction, everyone is looking for the next hit. A taste of success, you gotta have more, you gotta have the pure.

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It's Fabricated

It's Fabricated

Cotton hard or rock soft, you can rock on or rock off. That tough guy facade is only getting your rocks off. Off the top, I'm off the block. I'm not pitching the rock, just spitting what you cook in a pot. That lethal, it will make ya heart stop. I don't pose to be hard, its just hard being me. It's easier to be yourself, yet you're trying hard to be a wannabe. Lies are the enemy and I'm spitting behind enemy lines. My truth is making the enemy's bodies drop. No top, ruthless with lyrics, so the onslaught won't stop. Non stop perpetration, the X on your mouth marks the spot. Assassination to the fictitious facades, I'm snipering for big dreams and my ambitions are the red dot. Lies are everywhere, there’s no logical arrangement, a bunch of scattered plot. A needle filled with truth serum, the injection is the liars' burial spot. A graveyard of falsification, dead the fabrication or your conscience will erode and rot. Yea cooking up a solution, its my desire and ambitions boiling in the pot. Lies are a different version of the truth, that's an incomplete plot. Get your story right because the truth's attention is killing your spot.

You can captivate the audience without being a fictitious goon. With your fabricated street cred, now the streets are talking and you're looking like a buffoon. The lies are cloudy and the truth is on the forecast, a person's clarity is the typhoon. Too many people's persona are a tornado of lies, pulling the wool over our eyes, a bunch of racoons. I'm hate liars so I'm sharp with the criticism, yea spitting harpoons. Your fraudulent activities are bring in the storm, I can feel the monsoon. The truth is lunar eclipsing the lies, the facts are written on the moon. You can't hide yourself forever, your taste of reality is coming soon. Lying is an epidemic so I'm diplomatically deploying my defenses,the first line is my creative platoon. You're suiciding your tough guy persona, the only thing you're drawing are cartoons. It's western style, we're hanging the liars at high noon. Rifling off the facts, yea that's gunning the truth, I'm a word play goon. I'm not a butterfly yet since my attribute metamorphosis is still in my greatness cocoon. I'm done for now but I'll be back soon.
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The Movement

The Movement

A fire breathing dragon, scorching the game, my thought pattern is lyrical butane. Suicide the message, Kurt Cobain, straight jacket the knowledge, the school system will make you go insane. Coining my tendencies because I'm trying to make change. We pay more for less and less for nothing. What's the value for knowledge being exchanged? Take your wisdom to provoke change, instead of idolizing the man on the corner asking for change. The corner man is having withdrawals, he's stuck in the same spot that’s limited range. The uneducated are loving the negative publicity, they just love the fame. Negativity doesn't make you famous, it puts your name infamy. Just kickin' the truth that’s why the haters have it in fa me. When you rain the knowledge, your name will reign infamous. Its established that the establishment lies are notorious, to project our country's decisions as glorious. Never scum to negativity or your detractors will become victorious. No victories for my detractors, more like victims of being unsuccessfully notorious. It's all about the ambition movement because living for a job will become laborious. Just remember that struggle builds character, after the smoke clears your ambitions will be victorious. I'm a intellectual warrior, who's critically acclaiming, it's critical for you to put your ambitions on a pedestal. Life is all about forward movement, but you can't move forward if you're living in rewind. You have to run with your passion, or your skills will continue to decline. Upward grinding for greatness since my determination is on the incline. Relax and recline, no time for it because the snakes and vultures want to snatch you from behind. Hmm, ambition is subliminally sublime, your life is a path that is undefined. You must remember to be apart of the right movement because some forward motion can still be considered stagnation. Yea, you're just walking forward that's not social or ambitious progression. No thought movement, you're dead while alive its a recluse depression. Stop it with the facade, we all know you're not grinding, your major is dilapidated regression. I'm adding to my versatility to increase my marketability in social and economical recession!

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Keep It Honest

Keep It Honest!

Keep it honest homie, we all know the stress from failin leaves ya pockets boney. Honestly, even when you're in private eyes are still watchin, cant trust the competition's cronies. No honesty, but my eyes are on my privacy while I publicly expose these phonies. Truth be told, I have a few old friends and a couple of cronies. I'm surrounded by some thought provoking geniuses and my creative homies. In my quest to make history, the path to the top has never felt so lonely. I’m not lonely just isolated in my thoughts since I know the competition can't hold me. I hate lies, liars and lying, only the truth protects me. Truth be told, the truth is in ya soul, old or brittle, yea lies break bones. Unaccustomed to being honest, a liars reality is injury prone. Lavish lies can't conceal the fact that you're a rerun, just another TV clone. You're trapped in space, your maze of lies has you searching for reality, ET style you need to phone home.

You opened up the envelope and got a taste of reality, u should have just let the truth be. A critic's cynical nature highlights your faults and invades your privacy. When you live in reality, you don’t have any privacy. Privately, people are public about their honest. Honestly, tire of people's increasing need for dishonesty. I must live in a false reality, there’s more honor in lies then in telling the truth. Self inflicted or by the hands of another, eaten by the belly of the beast or the belly of the voting booth. Avoiding parental obligation, kill ya inherent inconvenience, Rae Carruth. In this time of uber social media, its a merky line between livin a lie and omitting the truth.

All the calamity, when u spit the truth there’s no anonymity. Too many facades, that’s the reason for fictitious entities. Too much negative energy, it always brings out ya enemies! Go ahead and mock the truth, but truth be told, you like being minimes. You ever notice lies are uneven, and honesty brings synergy?! You can pocket the knowledge or pick pocket the games, truth comes from ambitious energy. Be honest with yourself because lies lead to you being another man's mini me. What a tangled web fabrication weaves, people forget that lies have no synergy. Dress it up or bring it down, not being truthful only promotes negative energy. You and me have no chemical balance, yea living true lies has no chemistry. Here we go, vivid tales of elaborate dreams, we see your fabricated imagery. No fabrication but an elaborate image in me, opposite attract yet we don't have any symmetry. The media is the make-up artist, their skillful spins can't cover up the lack of social chemistry! Lying about your accomplishments because in your heart you know you lack ambition. Keep it honest homie, is a lie worth derailing your success mission?

Writers Block

Writers Block

What to do when your thoughts are trapped in your mind's prison? You have the thoughts but you don't have the words to create the vision. Too many or not enough options cloud the decision to bring the audience lyrical precision. I try to revive my zone, to bring the creative juices back home. But, it didn’t work so my mind is Macaulay Cculkin, home alone. The ideas are a lot of fragments, therefore call this a literature piece, a bunch of shattered bones. I can be on one for a hour but all it takes is a phone call or a trip to the bathroom, for my mind to escape the zone. Now I'm playing phone with my mind but the hot line I had is now dead. I try to revive that line by putting the phone to my head yet, the dial tone remains dead. Since I can't find the zone, I went from my heart but I'm only jotting down things you already read. I need a creative jot so I'll just go off the top my head, or turn on some music instead. Full of ideas, yet the thoughts to the pen are blocked so how am I going to keep the paper fed. How can I bring the words to life when my thoughts are dead. Entrapment, I'm a prisoner of my own mind. Matching wits with my mental while searching for the mental key I need to find.

Don't you hate that feelin? Don't you hate that feelin? Writers block! Writers block will make you go insane. Is writers block the mind's recovery from creative discovery? We gotta break free from this ball and chain. The emptiness of nothing is fillin' the brain. Writers block numbs you but you still can feel the pain. We gotta put an octagon to writers block to eliminate the mental strain.

How do you stop this feelin'? I call it entrapment. Your thoughts are enclosed somewhere inside your mental's fortress. You have the topic sentence and the thesis but you can't find the words to paint the portrait. Your mind is feeling like the Kentucky derby, your thoughts are racing but you're not visualizing horses. Thoughts about upgrading the class of description in your topic sentence yet, there's insufficient funds to pay for the mental courses. You have an idea but your thoughts amount to nothing. A pair of machine with 600 horses, so the pen and your mind are racing Porsches. Creativity is down for the count since your stories were burned by the torches. You want to create but in your mind it's too late because right now you're experiencing that feelin'. Nothing is there! How does emptiness fill the blank in? A claustrophobic conversation, constricts the motion similar to bodies plankin'. You're full of ideas however the creative juices keep blankin'.

Don't you hate that feelin? Don't you hate that feelin? Writers block! Writers block will make you go insane. Is writers block the mind's recovery from creative discovery? We gotta break free from this ball and chain. The emptiness of nothing is fillin' the brain. Writers block numbs you but you still can feel the pain. We gotta put an octagon to writers block to eliminate the mental strain.

Keep the thoughts flowing, its the creativity movement! No writers block allowed! Lets Go

State of Society

State of Society

The establishment versus artistry, its the clash of the titans. The powers at be fear what they cannot see that's why an artist's mind is frightenin'. Research is the calm before the storm, can't hear the thunder but knowledge is the lightnin'. The answers to our problems are on the wall but we have to decide to read the writin. A society that succeed by taking shortcuts so people resort to bitin. Artists want freedom therefore don't block their originality or they revert to fightin'. Society is scared to write because they fear their thoughts aren't powerful enough to illuminate the lightin'. There is a lot of instilled fear that is intended to control our thinkin'. The fear that is instilled blames art for society's problems and they say people's creativity is responsible for the financial sinkin. Quicksand the negativity because success is based on your connectivity, yep social networking is all about linkin. Too many dummies at the top that's why they don't want the civilians thinkin'. A bunch of brain dead perpetrating scholars has society's mental decomposing, embalmingly stinkin. Greatness rises to the top and the meek's curious starts shrinkin'.

If you're reading this then we're conversing and Naw I’m not ventin. Why is equality for everybody forbidden? Decipher or decode, can you understand the written? Illiteracy, is it scripture or transcriptions? You must prepare in the present to succeed in the future, that's my depiction. Carbon copy success that's my prediction. Originality is the antidote, here I'll write the prescription. No synergy, a bunch of chemistry with a lot volatile chemical, so we can't cause friction. There is friction with deferring opinions, you might not agree but my life combat style is play, yep straight recreation. I’m serious about my ambitions so bring on the competition. Reality is a movie and if even the script is fiction, it can still depicts life's nonfiction. Charged with being an artist, yep this is just a piece to add to my conviction. People need to realize life is dull and boring without art or creativity, so stop trying to censor it and appreciate the artistry exhibition. Life changes everyday, therefore don't harp on the negative that leads to regression. What's up with all this passive aggression, that unassertive defiance doesn't accomplish anything but stopping your progression. Media barrage of people's social exploitations so they can capitalize off other people transgressions. Its the American way no honor amongst thieves, you'll stab me in the back to elevate your progression. The establishment is hair-lining the game because their business decisions have the talent receding. Yep a few sub par quarters and now its a talent recession. Its socially obnoxious and a mental conundrum that creative originality is in a deep depression. The youth is passionate about social networking but about their dreams or aspirations its a bunch of passive aggression.

Gotta get it, the state of society is inside me. The pen looks to my mind to confide in me. Inside my mind so I know what's drivin me but for it to be a cohesive unit, I need know what's drivin them. My ambition is chauffeurin me so my success is never dim. We have to elevate our thoughts to keep our minds above the rim. The media is used to educate our youth. Education is water down so it pushes the agenda of the establishment's truth. Eliminating the budget of education to decapitate art by the roof. Uncover the lies and the posturing, them putting regulations on creativity is the proof. Americans are lacking originality because people believe standing out makes you like a goof. Falsehoods and political bickering has the county fragmented, yep a bunch of shattered glass. Instill fear through the media, their scare tactics are a lot of hot air just stomach gas. No green for art programs so we can't water our creativity, a lot of dead grass. Read, research, decipher and understand, obtaining skills puts you ahead of the class.

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