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1ST verse:

Brought down
and bought out
souled to the master
of my doubt
Fucked up by so many
chances given
lost in the fire
of ambition,

My life is chaos
fishin for a string,
now Im wishin
upon a star,
A pawn to start
my journey to
the king

Alone at night,
dick hard
and heartbroken,
blurred lines
no Robin Thicke shit,
Im cryin in the pit of it,
desperation
in the smell of it,
demons spare me
for the hell of it.

Callin out in the dark
all I hear is

2nd Verse:

Chased by the beast
with two-backs
hidden in the sheets
of my past
to fuck or not to be fucked over
is the question I ask
I’m runnin wild
in the wilds
of my passion and my pain
can’t seperate the two
everytime I do
they both start the same

Lovelorn and lost in the lust,
love’s lost in the rush
of heated passion,
that burns a hole in the heart
seeps out of the heart
like battery acid,
two crows pick at my toes
while walk out the morgue
in gothic fashion
I am now dead to the world
a creature featured
with no action

CHORUS:
Im tortured thru the years
with these desires and fears

3rd Verse:

The blade cuts thru the slain
the wolves knaw thru the vein
Hey man no pain and no gain
I’m given back what I gained

I’m a tortured corpse in the club,
sayin hey, never knowin whatsup,
drunk off the despair, man Im buzzed
drowning in the hate that I love

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1ST verse:

Brought down
and bought out
souled to the master
of my doubt
Fucked up by so many
chances given
lost in the fire
of ambition,

My life is chaos
fishin for a string,
now Im wishin
upon a star,
A pawn to start
my journey to
the king

Alone at night,
dick hard
and heartbroken,
blurred lines
no Robin Thicke shit,
Im cryin in the pit of it,
desperation
in the smell of it,
demons spare me
for the hell of it.

Callin out in the dark
all I hear is

2nd Verse:

Chased by the beast
with two-backs
hidden in the sheets
of my past
to fuck or not to be fucked over
is the question I ask
I’m runnin wild
in the wilds
of my passion and my pain
can’t seperate the two
everytime I do
they both start the same

Lovelorn and lost in the lust,
love’s lost in the rush
of heated passion,
that burns a hole in the heart
seeps out of the heart
like battery acid,
two crows pick at my toes
while walk out the morgue
in gothic fashion
I am now dead to the world
a creature featured
with no action

CHORUS:
Im tortured thru the years
with these desires and fears

3rd Verse:

The blade cuts thru the slain
the wolves knaw thru the vein
Hey man no pain and no gain
I’m given back what I gained

I’m a tortured corpse in the club,
sayin hey, never knowin whatsup,
drunk off the despair, man Im buzzed
drowning in the hate that I love

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Congruently
fluently
fuck yall
and I mean truantly
Im skippin out on
the bullshit that yall
always through at me,
niggas with the gold,
suckin dick, spreadin
they hips, ridin they whips
bein whipped by the
dick that drips
into all the TVs that be sold,
by same muthafukin dicks
who own that gold
that niggas wanna hold
while Im geekin
on the power
that they’ll never get
You wanna be man in this world
get some fuckin respect

Fast food nation niggas
only value is a dollar
pedastal of progression
so I stand a little taller
Im callin for a pair of dimes
and paradigm shift,
gettin my dick suck,
while topple over the Metropolis,
Anarchic pulsatin,
vibrations, gestation,
in waitin, debatin, the fate and,
takin my name in,
burn it in the fire,
the desire to be higher,
than the boss drunk on conglomerate-sauce
Im with the lost boys tossed
in the lost noise,

Wrist-cuffed
in the attic,
I’m a slave to the habit,
I cut open my wrist
to bleed out
trangressions of the saddest
notions of pleasure of pain,
to me, they’re 1 in the same
one identity, one direction
towards a personal gain

I’ll never become a disciple
I’ll never be a saint
I aint here to save you
Im here cuz I got somethin to say

I’m part of a new chromosome
Im alien, you home grown
you farmed with other niggas just like you
many tried, but many never rivalled

Lets get spicey with that protein
like Im hittin that Kee Mao,
spikey-pikey-punk,
like the Sex Pistols came out,
who would figure that a fag like me
would finally come out
feelin special like that
Mykki Blanco verse turned out

The whole games froze down
yeah the batteries run out
Im geekin at the moment
when they finally find out
these muthafuckas phony,
suckin dick with they tongue out
They be spittin out they verse
but all you heard was the cum-mouth

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cmayberrylife:

So a while back, my mom and I had a conversation, as do we pretty
freakin often. So much so that we joke and make up fake numbers to count
which conversation this might be (I think this was “Conversation number
103). In these conversations me and her chat about everything,
and when I say…

I’ve noticed the lack of courage in artists nowadays and I don’t wanna b a part of that so check out my intro into race relations.

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Introduction to the Black Plight

So a while back, my mom and I had a conversation, as do we pretty
freakin often. So much so that we joke and make up fake numbers to count
which conversation this might be (I think this was “Conversation number
103). In these conversations me and her chat about everything,
and when I say everything, I mean EVERYTHING. From, sex
to politics, to religion, to the film industry, to
science, to philosophy, to relationships, etc. I’ve always
appreciated these discussions because in a world of
sound-bites, quick texts, Hyperbole’s made-into-truth-isms,
and small attention spans, it’s great to have deep, intense,
sometimes really emotional discussions about your viewpoints
of the world around you. Even more-so with someone you care
about and who’s opinions you respect, whether you two agree
all the time or not, (these disagreements have led to some
very HEATED debates, but that’s the beauty of conversations
with a person you love and respect, you learn to EMPATHIZE
though not entirely agree).
Now with this household being a Black household, the topic
of race and the black experience is brought up almost continuously. Not just because
of experiences that have been had, but also because to deny
race and differences playing a part in our daily lives is
to live ignorantly, blindly, and personally makes you feel
you’re betraying your own individuality, by not being upfront
and honest about who you are and how it plays into your daily life.
Now I can’t remember specifically what we were talking about
in terms of the racial issues, but I’m pretty sure it was
inclusive of racial-economic inequality and how prominent
and obvious it is today, as it was just 30 years ago. Within
the discussion I noticed my mom, more than I, was getting
incredibly emotional about the state of Black people today,
and how little we’ve come at truly introducing equal
opportunities to everyone, not even just Black people. This
hurt her so much, tears started streaming down her face.
I asked her what’s wrong, and all she could really say was
"It’s not fair. And it’s not right" Those were the words she’d
repeat a couple times, while drying the tears from her eyes,
and within that moment I could see the hurt and pain that
Jim Crow, segregation, 2/3 thirds a person, voting discrimination,
experimentation, gentrification, economic disparity, and
a country’s apathy to your plight can bring. Within that
moment I saw, that black people are still hurting, and
the only way to bring the hurt to light and to mend it,
is to strike up a conversation. But no one today wants to talk.
Well I’m talking now.
I had a talk with my grandmother about her experience at a restaurant
and she said technically everything was good, but one singular
moment during her visit ruined the whole evening. She mentioned
that once her table was called, the host put her and her date,
pretty much away from everyone and sort of close to the back
of the restaurant. When this incident occurred, all she could
assume, since the slightly dense host failed to explain anything,
was that her and her date were being put back there because
they’re black. Now I knew some people who work there, and I’ve
gone to this restaurant, eaten there, and have heard and thought
nothing but good things about this place. With me also being
a server, I explained that maybe they had no one to take care
of yall in the nearer sections and so they placed you in the
only area a server was available. This happens all the time
where I work, and I when I explained this to her, she completely
understood, but simply wondered why the host didn’t explain that,
which to my explanation, I said “the host probably was either new
or just sucks.” We laughed this incident off, but I could tell
that when this misunderstanding happened she was quite hurt by it.
To feel that even in 2014 you’re still treated disrespectfully,
and in-equal to others even after all the sacrificing and bullshit
brought upon you simply for looking and being different can be
very
disheartening. I realized how incredibly deep racial disparities 30 to
40 years ago still plague her to this day. You pretty much learn
everything as a child and teenager, or at least are directly affected by
experiences more intensely then, then when you are an adult. And if
from childhood to adulthood and on down the road you’re told “white is
right, the lighter you are the better, you are a nigger, niggers are not
equal, niggers should not be allowed to read or be educated, niggers
have no real value, niggers home’s have no value, don’t buy from
niggers, niggers aren’t really humans, niggers should be allowed to be
killed at whim if a white person feels like killing a nigger, niggers
shouldn’t vote because they’re not really humans, niggers should eat
less quality food and have less quality drinking fountains, and niggers
should stay on one side the of tracks (literally, there was a line ,
drawn to really emphasize this “white-purity-issue”), to simply tell
someone to “get over” all these horrific identity and socio-economic
issues thrown at them from birth and streamlined into adulthood, is
irresponsible, disrepectful, proves your lack of compassion. You don’t
tell a rape victim, a drug addict, victim of molestation, domestic
abuse, psychological abuse, or person with PTSD to get over, it, and
neither should you tell someone who’s world has been ingrained with
racial hatred to “get over it”. This yet again brings back the notion,
that
Black people still are hurting from the past, namely because of this
countries denial. Mainly because black people are told by white people
that race issues are over and done, or at the very least “just don’t bring it up”, and black people have become
too politically correct when wanting to hear the real opinions
of a white person’s perspective about race, treading water because we’re
afraid of the truth we might hear.
I’ve decided to share these stories with yall, and bring to light
many topics further down the road, that don’t JUST include race,(but this one will be primarily
JUST about race) because I’m tired of the finger pointing,
when all that does is just leave you with a strained damn finger,
and no actual results or solutions.
In the mist of the Donald Sterlings, Zimmermans, Tea Party members,
internet trolls, post-Bush repercussions, and the constant
surprised looks people make from realizing people are still racist
(the surprised looks mostly coming from white people)
the news does nothing to solve any actual racial equality
discrepancies or progress this country as a whole, and not just
as the white-whole. A millions stories about the same thing,
people saying the same thing, and most/worst of all complaining
about the same thing. Now let’s be clear, addressing/discussing
an issue with a means to do something is one thing, and complaining
are another COMPLETELY trivial thing. Complaining is me saying
”_____ is what’s wrong, _____ is the reason this wrong-doing
is happening, I’m really pissed off about _____, now I’m going to
finger-point and be angry and keep repeating this cycle, with no
expectation of a solution” That’s complaining. And that’s been the downfall
of
any real equal opportunity in this country, and black people owe a good
amount to the downfall of black progression as white’s do. More
importantly the country as a whole has failed my generation, because if
the same amount of courage, compassion, and effort were shown and taught
to my generation that was shown during civil rights movement, were
shown these past 30 years, things would be a lot different, and in my
opinion, a lot better.

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