DID U MISS ME?

Baby Baby Love DOnt MotivatE me

Mix emotions on the vinyl of old turntables spun by Dj's who never had much...had cups filled with change and a since of stability...enuff to by a bag of chips...and pastry, Guys and Ladies thats Me...on the Daily,still No Degree...just 88 degrees on the rise...climbing apple trees just see if i can find...that one golden bite of the pie...Rolling Die out the skies landing on two and the trying to retry? Realizing this is all Hoax...Loves a Joke....and im motivated by pancakes...and cases of foreign Smokes...keeping a pack of it for my lacking travels on the road...on the go i feel like a bunny battery packing...and still dont fit in with back packers...shit i travel light...@ light speed...searching for the high life...blinding bright lights come and go shifting my eyes in the back of my mind like...epilipesy and epicly im pathetic but never upsetted just 4get it...cuz im tryna 4get what made this all a sentence....Expression

THE NEW BEGINNINGs PRELUDE

No...this aint the 2nd coming...this the remainder of the first chapter of the first days of the endings third week, depending on some life changes re-arrange in this speech...speak for those who wanna prosper...the weak will follow and keep watching...the meek will adopt the lingo...keep a couple of doctrines closed brief like a window sealed...this i proper instill in to you...the new improved...C.Guverra era 2. ...so stay still...stay in tune...stay focus and Coooollllllllll!

2008

I dont know whats going on...

dont know whats goin on
cant tell u anymore
im tired of feeling like this
no im suicidal
plz stop asking me
i dont wanna hurt any1
plz stop asking me
i just feel like i cant feel
so if i tell u i feel weird
than maybe thats normally correct
but my feelings arnt

BDF all day but right now i gotta take break

LEFT FIELD ANYONE

I awoke to a nightmare in broad daylight in a place where time didnt exist we breathe oxygen with no air...so how is this possible...the sun was destroyed and replace with contaminated glows of violet rays. Is this really a dream because i cant fall a sleep to reality, my senses more alert than ever before...is this life? Yes it was and where i stood was further than any form of life possible...further than any form of light possible...further than any atom of matter could be squeezed in...was i contained in my own mind? No because i could out think my own mental captivity and this was far beyond anything Ive ever experienced or even expected. This is what freedom must feel like,because never once was i limited to any barrier of laws...but the scary thing was with no routine and order...yet anarchy takes more than one person... i was pointless....pointless like water with no absorption...pointless like a messiah with nothing to save...pointless like eyes for the blind....pointless like the tip of writing utensils edge... It was the feeling of being conscious in an unconscious moment...finally sitting on the plateau of no bottoms below and heavens no higher than arms reach.... Did i conquer anything....coincidences maybe? What was next i still wast prepared for and since time didnt matter i had all the time in the galactic to figure out the faith of me then is the same of me now no matter my surroundings...Death inevitable yet life was promised...and between these both only thing i could find was insanity...Yes insanity...but this was normal because i knew of nothing out of the norm... finally i have become a genius to standards that nothing could measure so did this mean i was dumb as well since there is no level greater than the other... uncertainty isn't even the word for this case of who knows what where and when...

I too am one of the greatest writers of the 21st and 22nd Century

Every One is A Rapper

Ive been feeling this way for a while but i just need to throw it out there now...every one feels the need to make rap a way out or that they think they can rap....Hip Hop isn't Dead...the listeners are and the people that made it are...or at least retired...the game is too far gone to clean up so i leave this in its memory....


This goes out to b boys and girls who spit bars no holds bard spit barbs of fire and split cigars..replace the organs with organic haze and take charge...organizing the remains of this music bits thats chard...Sorry Miss Hip Hop for the things we say...beings for being that way...seems that it will never change because we abused you and bruised your face...now they public accuses you for being a human disgrace...fall of the human race...all behind what we say...who knew people like A BAY BAY...dedicated songs to corrupted D.J.s or Cranks Toy Soldiers to crash and burn...rappers need a 101 class to actually learn..actually earn opportunities on the mic time when they rap these wack lines do they be in they right mind...when they take time to write these lame lines or are cocaine high sniffing white lines...mike tyson rappers...all biting and punch lines...no substance or just substance abuse talk bout they got caught and did time...is it me just pointing the blame...or have i been annotated the antidote to internally dying game...cuz i hear her voice crying in pain...still mourning the Death of the greatest and these wannabes who claim...they gonna be...the next prolific musician sounding the same...no ideas is original...they have no ideas and maybe im hypocritical but i still have topics to to touch like molestation trials...they exploited the sacred cow...and now i vow for revenge...not a catholic but its time to repent...resenting all no sense shit like God resents sin...can be look upon...and bootlegging so high... c.d.s come with coupons...its too much dressing as is then adding croûtons? Just sleep miss hip hop and dream some...till i prove all these impostor im not a copy the carbon copy machine....and these corporate exec teams wrong...

TWIN TOWERS OF THOUGHTS (update)

Like the Fire Needs Air...I wont Burn unless u see this

Look im trying turn dreams into reality quick....running a rally to long...now i pace myself...remember the panic scares...had me hardly breathing and it...seem hopeless...focus now im back for more than just a yes or no...im Obi-won-ka-nobe...the one...hunted by poachers...supposed fell off...cliff hanging...shift changing now im back to getting me...those thought i was wrapped finna see...im wrapped but only wrapped in a rapture and rap lyrics depicting me....they cant understand my beautiful mind....no two of kind...just one of C...and wonderfully be asking bout my well beings...tell em quick doing better than u...mufucka...and i hate being profane...and i try to re frame from that language i use but being polite always bites me back...so my aggression i use will now lite fuses and break wind...preying...i keep praying...hater hate amen...so yeah im back on that ignorant ish...for those who stayed round like to thank ya and for those who hold me down im back for power....ground zero resurrected i am the towers....

CHANCE (SOUL BURN)

Looking for love in all the wrong times...song was made 2 cry her name is Br*****y...guess I can't say goodbye...(why) I love her too much and she can't reason why... I think we should give...me and she a try...and see lately baby be like she need her time...I need my mind... I lose it over her sometimes...cuz i luv her...and paper cuts are sweet as her eyes...a blink splits my hands with every twinkling sigh...and she wants me to prove my words are real...but i need trust...and whats the point if she moves again...then I'm stuck...and she like fuck dude foreal...I'm doomed and still people be like haahhhaaa u was stupid foreal...Like i'm chasing her...slipped on a banana peel... and my hearts racing saying she's the one i dig...cant replace her...even though pimping will...but i cant pimp luv...whoring feelings aint what i feel...my beautiful mind was design to prove what's real...and i guess pain and lies pruned her a lil...cuz she thinks my aspects r just amusement cartoons to kill..time space to live...but its my being growing up round the rich...drug dealers..and successful business...as a kid (guess that what affects my thinking) but that's what separates the poor from the rich...the poor have negative hopes with positive lives to live...while the rich have negative bad thoughts...and positive credit..possibly executives...but either way its where im headed...and i all i wanted was to bring her to the top...yeah i hustled but i never wanted to bring her to the block...rather cuddle...cozy living on a yacht...but to her thats all fancy fantasy talk...me thats a couple of years from off...ambition is half...but my net worth is a lot (880k and climbing) I wish i could show her but if she just focus on her than i ought to get money and live alone...life of living the young Sean Combs or maybe thats just a misconception of my thinking...maybe she just scared of me deceiving her than leaving...my diva well prepared 2 get on one knee..but than again i don't need some one with cold feet...roses are sweet...tulips are bright...daffodils are sexy...snap dragons bite...a bouquet of these is what i need at night...with curves,lips,teeth,and and tease of spice...but where can i find such things...im stuck to you...but i wonder why such seems...i wrote my soul to 2 u possibly every song to sing...but what more my nose is as open as could possibly be...and even if you were wrong...i would always blame me...my friends are to the side...but i guess im only playing me ...being in love with my better half in the mirror making me lonely only she made me smile...and have me on edge for those weeks...so weak...and she rather tattoo my taboo thoughts...thats cool...but just rather u accept my heart...but actual-ly...maybe this how u wanted...sick to my stomach( biggie adlib'n) and another one....lost a good woman? or maybe I'm trippen...I wanna wait till heaven comes but then its over in an instant...my dreams are what i live cuz i choose to...u being my chick cuz i choose too...and life is short...be apart of it...and yea we would last forever try not being stubborn...some times people take things the wrong way...to bad its no chorus...fuck it let the song play...though me and her better than that...and i still do



If words don't mean nothing...planning is overrated.....spontaneous and being random is crazy...then how...or maybe she doest think its me? guess thats it...just isn't me...either way ill drive 85...till my future kids realize there dad was left but still right...

Future self when you read this either..you will laugh or cry...till then just remember CHANCE I TRIED!!!!

A beautiful mind misunderstood...