Slam.

I  shouted out with enough vigor and deliberation concentrating created complex cycles

 

selling scared severing brothers to be 

frustrated into a constant confuse of a rhetoric morals that conflict

 Every relic that the universe has offered, 

on going outliers that are often offering oscillating outcomes outside of our understanding 

Yet still Meant to be listened to. 

 Out-cast's distresses to the realm of forgotten flights to the capital of the restoring faith in life's, never to be challenged thrice

 Or even twice

 Of mice and men

Don't defend 

Your life is inevitable dream on focus on what you are feeling strong

 The difference is I won't let go

you will when you "grow up" and get mad at your kids for being complete  different cycles of history's testimonies. 

 I'm a part of it. I'm a Principal character and you gaze and construct your ideas to connect with the thoughts I project, saw as a suspect sense 10 told I was different ,

 I was only from Oregon and didn't grow in this clique it was very folly the way most volleyed me away feelin astray and out of play 

That day on it was a long reverberating part of me that was protested with the power of planed poverty and pill panicked  prescription pillaging professors. 

 I'm giving you hidden Meanings I've been seeing as of late. 

Just trust in my robust distrust for the common gust of willful Wind that can end someone's devotions and thought provoking emotions like how most of you look for love potions. 

Life it self is arrested development.

Verse 1

The possibility of possessing the prostitute in her is the flow of the corruptions automatic destruction 

 words slamin like the complete plan-in

motion

 reluctantly roll a smoke then dictate the traces of everyone's fake embraces.

 Basic bases makes fake faces with a hope for Gods attention.

 When life is just a test of detention from the ability to be where and when ever we combusted just like the star dust did 

 rid humanities bid on brutality 

 We are a trying breed that feeds a new level of thought to the cosmic rustic busted distrusted dead dream encrusted never corrupted power from the universe

tells us the question of who's communicating infuriating casing my inner belittled ties with what lies ahead from the eyes of silky spies. 

Verse 2

 I'm mostly conflicted with how much is actually predicted on  Delusional constitutional corruption forces its way to be trusted 

busted gears of how "rational" people feel steers the ignorance and blatant blaring  meer mortal fear. 

 Must be rich and diamond encrusted to be apart of the trusted  

 I guess that's the fake diplomatics and fighting tactics that enacts the last reason to react to being stabbed right in the back, sneak attacked. 

 They don't see me going too far. But trust me you will be forced to see the inner spring in the life of a dream scene crime fiend that can't find his own support beam. 

 To be ready to be in THEE raid for the rest of my ideas that were always busted but never trusted portrays the mistrusted destructive politicians of a pure phony displays of verbal relays 

 They reach to the mass population to be in every relationship and feeling that you might be dealin' with

like the first time he cheated on you be true too reuse your muse that's methodically masking you over and over again till you suck every influence of the dimes and friends you have to choose till then. 

 Started a rise of every single tie that may disarray the famous display of what we feel is real.

 All of me is an abstract feel it's too surreal. 

Here's the deal.

Concentrating on psudo fame 

Every frame you retained 

You delay the images relay 

The way you portray the obvious Barage of complete self Sabatoge 

I'm sorry I no longer feel

I was only ever trying to appeal to what "we" call real. 

Here's the deal, reality has a genuine abstract feel

All this mind altering helps us congeal to every soul that thinks they real. 

Don't get scared

Specifically more statistically talking about where you ended up.

 Part of a statistic that you wished you miss fit, damn you messed it up. 

Started a fuckin fuss with the boys you trust yeah you fucked'em up.

 Played it safe till the chase was givin up,

 abruptly.

 Destructing the shimmering silicone of your moms fake ass boobs you felt weak 

you couldnt see your best friend who is forced to eat from a tube every week 

you feel as heavy as a teenager the ones who belittle strangers , 

caution danger.

 They feel more then your average stranger the universe is in their mind and it will expand their time till every frame is frantically fucking with every fringe in his fascinating face. 

Fleeting feeling.

Return of the abstract identity which fell ahead of me when god sent an angel down to return me. You might have thought thee intentions were good when that dust thrust my mind to the heavens extensions. No choice but to in trust him with my soul, the bastard burned it over fiery coal, dealing his toll. Forever to remember the horror that every soul holds. The angel that poured his being into my eyes seeing every second of fleeting feeling of space and time. Stright from a page of fear and loathing, loathing every second fearing the next. Egotism became my priority for the road of reality.  Reality is no longer what you see I don't even believe what I've seen, I seem to be afflicted with a predicted dream under my stream of thought  that had no direction that I could detect then I dig deep sometimes often during rhymes to expose my soul that is so often ostracizing other goals. 

I woke up on all fours only remembering the seconds before fading out of reality. Feeling like my eyes were on a shuttering speed that put me on my knees. Then the angel came forth to prophesize my demise. Now creating lies to cover my hazy eyes. 

That day a sparkle was born in my eye for the torn reaction I gave when that part of me died. 

Movie meanings

1.Spirited Away

2. Old Boy (Foreign film not Hollywood remake *barfs violently*)

3. Funny games

Human?

What makes me human is what makes me aware. Emotions, ending devotions natural potions all ended up mixing as a dare. I was created there. At the age of 15 which seems supreme I was awoken  with a token of humanity which seemed to be a problem in reality. At 16 the next step of humanity came in front of me when I saw the devils saw near my leg which was a problem...maybe. It was just as scary as seeing if she would date me so I could escape ones related to me and experience a connection away from family. When that connection sparked I now could see in the darkest of dark. Lighting up a world previously unseen. There was now someone who I could hold on from now on.

As soon as this connection sparked in my brain I felt like I wanted to go do things and be on my feet walking the streets of salt lake having a good day in liberty park or handing out vegan burritos to the homeless. So In turn, what makes me human is the connection of love.

Peer pressure pleasure.

As I recall this dreary October 31st I feel a sort of thirst pump though my vains that pass though planes when the face of peer pressure shows its ugly pleasure. 

The boyz showed up as shadows bleeding a dark aura status that was for  a peak. Never a need for anyone to speak we just kept flowing down the billowing streets. 

They were born with tragedy in their blood, hardened by grinding selling those dubs sense they were cubs. But they were 17 now gettin skied now feeling life as a G now. Indestructable non-corruptible spectacle best until the rest can fill a space of anger which made him a gang banger to an absolute stranger. 

Inside he is as innocent as a baby looking fatal in its cradle. But has been covered time and time again by his "friends" pens. He let them write his life story he was granted no glory just a gorey story. He ended up gettin mixed up for too many fix ups. People on the outside could hear his heart tick tock till it just stop. The boyz never mourn they just stired a storm to inform otha brothas that their scientist was no longer insight as of tonight.

 R.I.P. dead man S.I.N. 

Walkin up.

A man in black walked up the trap,

Dirty D yelled said lets put this kid under the spell that will combine holiday to hell.  The positive part is the profit we just need to let no one stop it. Stay low Key keep all signs under your feet on the street. Name your self under the tests say nothin but Jesus bless. This man didn't know us you just showed us blessin with the verbal essence that keeps us testin having no rest then it's perfect for the best. 

This man in black started to react to what I stumbled to say to him under my array of this phony display of friendship. Told him my labor for love made me trust worthy, he had no worries. He doesn't know he's now bound in vines which eliminated his ability to choose his path ahead of time. 

Check your self.

1. Outkast

2. Noutirous B.I.G.

3. NWA

4. MF Doom

5. The Streets

6.  Nas

7. Joey bad a$$

8. Freddy Gibbs 

9. Snoop dogg (90's snoop)

10. Pharcyde 

If you don't know 5/10...... Check your self. 

The psychic don't know the future.

Dippin' out the jeep creepin' on the street cop rolls up causing grief. One of ours has a rep as a theft. The cop pulls the warrant, homie behind me was like a torrent, started pullin out and poppin through out hit the cop in the shoulder threw him back like a raging boulder. Adrenaline pumping, dumping all energy into the synergy of this fight or flight. It's now or neva' what happens next is foreva. Running in a panic knowing nothing is static. We all planed out the route that we took in case the boys in blue started to chew on our few.  At the end of the route yellin about, knowing the situations severity, feeling nothing but absolute clarity in the now. Homies got busted they are no longer are trusted , won't look at them now. 

Understanding Differences

From: AI

I was told I had a choice, but those around me carry no voice. People sound the same, act the same, & dress the same. I feel like I'm living the dream of consumerism, exactly how people with power want me to live. I surly feel less trapped than some, walking the halls I see prisons in my vision's. Dark bars bind the mind until they don't realize who created time. I feel blessed to be a man of neutrality, I'm not the man on the inside looking out, or on the outside looking in, I'm in the dead center looking around. 

You don't notice me but you feel me when I enter a room, energies change into a deranged silence which was forced upon with no violence. My third eye is divine, I'm back in my right mind. You notice a difference, you may feel insolence, but YOU do not trust the possible thrust of imagination into your creation. Look away scared when my third eye is flared, not willing to be dared into a different life that causes' you to think twice. You have a set path and so does your family, this is why your scared of me. I hold every reason to say this may spark a rebellion with rising hellions that decay every reason to stay.

To:

Hello I am an abstract Identity, for short you can call me AI. My favorite thing to do is think, think until I drift off into a cosmic wave of absolute contentment. On my journeys you will see my view points on the world surrounding me.

We live in a society that censors everybody into sobriety, a variety of opinions creates to many dimensions for them to keep their dear pensions I'm a spy for judgement, we will have begrudgement when we wedge our noses into the fabric that poses as reality in totality. The society said no, sparking woe...We lost our chances to have many eternal dances with these identity's out in this special place, outer space.