Carmelita, hold me tighter. Cause i think im slipping down ( Read more... )

and till im gone,
ill still be splittin 40 ouncers,
starin at naragansett shores,
in a storm system in awe,
pissed off,
cause none of my songs, get a listen all.

People are either consumers or revolutionaries, enemies or friends, hanging on the fringes of the cogs in the system. Its just about knowing where everyone stands. All of a sudden, people start talkin bout guns, talkin like they're going to war, cause they've found something to die for. They start taking back, what they stole. Sure beats every ( Read more... )

SELF EXPLORATIONI have a certain way about me ( Read more... )

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I'm the very last stroke of the fiddlers tune ( Read more... )

its been over a year since i've written in here ( Read more... )

"The beasts beat on"Tonight will come with its anihilation of thought ( Read more... )

They come and go,
I always knew they would.
But when did she go?
All of a sudden, there's no trace of her.
Anywhere.
I keep hearing familiar sounds,
the silence is deafening.
I'll leave again.
My chest open, swollen, half-hearted.
Betrayed by the one who'd never betray.
I guess that's how it always happens though.
At least in my experience.

I'm going, going, back, back, to Rhode Island.

Acids pretty rad.
Ecstacy is alright.
Heroins good.
Drugs are good,
and when you do them
people think that you're cool.

The realest emcee ( Read more... )