Maybe it’s time to unmask the morning,, and face the dawn through the eyes of the moment, bask in the knowledge that I am free to breath the twilight air, listen to the melodies of mother nature, allow myself to connect with the world as once again ….When the rain arrives, as it will, remember that the darkness of the shower will always precede the strength of the true light and take solace in the thought… That it is only a fleeting moment, it will pass and the horizon will once again glow with the promise of a new sun….Sometimes the only way to stop being afraid of the dark showers of the dawn is to step into the rain

Hook – Sometimes we feel that life is a core and life’s really hard to adore but we tryna move on for sure. We singing melodies sweet songs of survival. We’re all born with a toe tag ready and waiting but when your face up on the slab there no more debating. Angles making melodies in minor keys, violins stringing out apologies in the cool breeze. Let’s walk and talk with Mother Nature, communicate with no words just the songs of the birds its 11:35 I’m alive for a second i open my eyes to see the beauty of this world. I reckon it’s been 47 years of sun sets, maybe i gots 47 left. Who knows but for now a take a deep breath and contemplate today, the scent of the green grass every single blade. The feeling of my fingertips in the cool breeze, the mesmerising colours of the flowers and the trees. I feel grounded today in every single sway, I hope it lasts forever this way We’re all be the bad guy in somebody’s story but to others were the hero the saviour the glory. The one that makes um thank the lord their alive. Side by side the Bonny to their Clyde. Divided by no one ever, not even the heavens or seven seas could stop how they flow together. True chemistry’s a gift from the lords, the elixir of life immortality for sure if our surrounded by your friends your foes can only watch, but still pay attention to the snipers on the rocks, the liars that cotch, and watch the clock and rise like the sun to cast a shadow on your life just for fun, run off their mouths like marathons, add paraffin to the fire but like a phoenix we rise. But I’m grounded today in every single way, I hope it lasts forever and a day. I’m seeing clouds in different shades of white to dark grey to blackness the fact is I’m scared of the rain these days I’m getting soaked to my skin purpose, so i cam build a tolerance beneath the surface. Place ya bets roll the dice 21 id be nice, some pay the price with 25 ta life if there’s a bullet with my name on I’m wearing a vest because today there’s no stress and every things blessed. Some times in life you just got to take each day as it arrives, turn and face the sun and let the shadows cry on their own.

Hook -Beautiful – Artistic - Rhyme -Skills I’m writing bars like I'm seeing stars not the solar um talking the nas and j colers lama's the real mic controllers, the street scripture solders, penning picture till the day is older, unless the name on the bullets scolded I’m writing like i got things to say, travel back and barricade the babel tower so that we can all relate, writing bars like I’m suicidal, swimming in tsunami tidals, gasping for my last recital, I’m writing like a dying man’s last requests, , choosing my words like last meals on the rows of death, bars are written like the scriptures of the old test, if words were holly water every time I spit ya blessed, I’m writing bars like I’m undressed no disguise, writing bars at times with tears in my eyes Still write like shake spear with veins full of propane, at night with candle light but know I blow out the flame. I’m writing Bars like I’m in the cypher swinging for my lifer, with mike Tyson ear biters ,and on the rope snipers Writing dem bars like I’m trying to escape the life reality and strife, the days with no light, I write like I’m under pressure, like every word is measured, like every sentence uncovers a box of treasure. I’m writing bars like a killers s memoir’s detailed and graphic ,because realities of life are tragic writing bars like I’m under siege,⁸ every quotables a hostage released, every words a weapon of peace, I’m writing like the words of the decease, , people listen for what they receive a dead mans will and deeds, I’m writing like 10 hail Marys, to a catholic priest forgiving the sins of the beasts I write like Shakespeare with veins full of propane at night with candle light till I out burn blow out the flame. I’m writing like a murder mystery like I’m re-writing history every syllables a saga that I speak, I’m writing like I’m at my peek with a few final tweaks no need for come backs like spinal leaks Bars are written with precision, like a final mission kamikarse hittin’ every time I’m spittin’ I’m write bars cause I love this shit, that’s it I write bars cause hip-hop exists.

Some walk through the valleys of shadows of death. My bally is stretched, I’m catching my breath. If life is a test I’m cheating at best. Pulling my bally back over my flesh. I’m ready for battle, ready for war. I’m ready to take the whole world on my tour. Run through the mind of a man that’s at large and prepared to make sacrifices if i charge. Picasso's is painting these pictures of death, my names on a bullet I’m wearing a vest….. Approaching the easel, repainting the picture, removing the evil. Colours device you here comes the prequel. The life or the death is now equal. Is life and death now equal? Was living a dream but was dying awake, searching for files in the cake to escape. Raking the grass to make sense of the past now the snakes will slither fast, like I be D to the M to the X i be flexing my mower I’m like pressing my pecks, taking the tension as I hit the ground nobody else to be found looking around but I’m seeing no faces, checking the time checking the places, checking the belt and laces checking the pulse as it races. The curtain is razed, this time I be making my way, act 2 of the play, re-witting the script, to say what I say, in every singular way. Deceiving the demons that lurk in the ally’s. Psychotically voices that carry. Echoes of dome that just enter the room but this time i be humming a new type of tune. Still hearing those violins, but changing the melody, picking the strings, big bands are playing the swing, the timpani’s below and ring ,keep doing my thing on the regular on competitors gladiators and predators. I’m ripping the head off the meek and turning my peace sign round for the beast Was living a dream but was dying awake, searching for files in the cake to escape. Raking the grass to make sense of the past, now the snakes will slither fast, like I be D to the M to the X i be flexing my mower I’m like pressing my pecks, taking the tension as I hit the ground nobody else to be found

Hook- Goodbye to lovers of hate let me say goodbye, goodbye to the fakest fakes let me say goodbye, goodbye to the lonely days let me say good by This world can make you livid with a blizzard of bullshit, the snake pit awakes from the fake shit some days it just Feels like I’m sky diving in the rain of razorblades, falling deep into the lemon juice parade, adding salt to the wounds ,harpooned by the by the shooting stars as I try and reach the moon A philosophies for life enjoy yourself but save some Picking strawberries in summer eat two save one tuck a little back, then stack it up for the next plan freeze the strawberries but light a fire with your hands. Place them on your heart and get that burning desire, so we hustle hard today and then tomorrow we retire on Malibu beaches, peach fuss on the LP player, a healthy day or 2, pursue a new you, Sunrise blazing through, chakras unshackled mind and body aligned free from the hassle Tell Lucifer this lecture is a lifetime achievement, my life lines some real shit, at times hard to deal with, lets break bread and feel it, record and real to real it, rewind a 1000 times play it back so we can feel it, reminisce the pain and squeal it, maybe take 1 knee and kneel it, then rise up and fight the feeling. The powers the people the broken promises are evil, procrastinating parliaments too late for the people. Victories ain’t voted for, the victim just steals the ores, drops the m and returns to the shores I’m sure as dame it, this planets rotten to this core. If you believe that you will believe all. You just got to rummage through the rubble and find the rainbows and maybe one day you will even find that pot of gold. But for now hold tight keep ya head up and keep moving forward even when you’re fed-up!

Hook -So where are you now? I feel the rain in the clouds, so where are you know when I miss you Please don’t wipe my tears away I want to feel them on my face i want to drown in memories and resurface in a place and take a deep breath and think about the path that I was given, am I forgiven for the sins that you were living? I’m driven by the consequence of not asking questions, not facing my fears maybe it was adolescence, too young to fine the words but too old to shout them out too blind to see the future too scared to turn around. Too late to know the truth my fault, are the answers locked up there in heavens vaults ,am I screaming at the sky, throwing stones in the rain, tryna hit a single drop and when i do you’ll numb the pain. Subtle hints of your presence in a glimpse of the past, I roll my eyes and think how the years disappear fast I roll my eyes as the years disappearing fast They say there’s Safety in numbers so I’m counting the days until the sun rays elevate my moodish ways. But I’ve seen my shadows so i know the sun exists if I persist the mask of the morning son will lift use to dream of you in black and white and colour in the scenes, so i could pick the shades of red blues and green. Yell-only if i needed to be heard, over the broken sky’s with birds singing melodies with no words So many lucid dreams, tryna control the scenes every single word and what it means, is it the pain that makes us static, because I be living in the cellar if acceptance is the attic. ….I’m running through the corridors searching for the lift to the higher floor every door I knock ignores…. I keep knocking but every single knocks ignored From the sky I just caught a white feather falling, I wonder if somebody heard me cry this morning I wonder who’s looking down, as I wonder the lonely town of torment surrounded by ghostly frowns I wonder who’s hurting with me, I wonder who’s managed to heal their sorrows in this city. Who’s feeling guilty for smiling when their gone, I wonder who holding back from tryna moves on. …..

La, la, la, la Hook - Why do we live why do we die why cat we just sit back relax and puff that la la la la x4 I took 2 pulls and passed out, head hit the pillow seeing silhouettes as I crashed out, fully mashed out, dreaming of an old house, unrecognisable wife I’m I dreaming or Reminiscing my past life’s happiness or strife, the passive type or the solder with a rife satanic chid or that man of Christ. A round table knight, slaying dragons with mite, bagging princesses that make Naomi look like Barry white. Maybe I had Spanish eyes, to mesmerise that bulls that I’d fight, win a prize a matador to surly rise to royal stature or the status of an ancient God, maybe the reverse just a peasant dog, left alone to Rome around the streets of London. Disowned by a master who now dies in a dungeon. Or chill like stalactites, Texas on a starry night playing poker at the wild west after a gun fight that called me quick draw I owned the liquor store plus that salon which had 4 floors and 20 whores or I got shot up in the civil war return to the shores of France to fight with the resistance but I’ve learned when you see the light are the end of the tunnel burn you just got to pray for your return. In the Future I’ll be history a mystery to some or maybe I’ll come back and return as a lonely monk in a Living in a Temple of solitude, oblivious to life, the strife the wows, gold pots the rainbows, no need for insta posts face book feeds or melodies just the sweet songs of mother nature’s in the trees Return as the righteous one, or a maybe like a school shooter ,cocking back guns holding up nuns Or reborn, as the child that’s living in a bombed city, searching through the rubble looking for my family Or in the cock pit, with a bomb ready to drop but I’d rather be the politician who had the power to stop it Or retired with a world of wealth, still playing poker at the wildest against my past self. But I guess when you see that light at the end of the tunnel burn you just gotta pray for your return If you could be reincarnated, who would I chose to be, a future you a future me or a future with no history, incognito to the masses, untraceable by classes, radars, or hackers even secret service trackers, invisible to naked eyes, eternally discussed as the moon the stars, the morning sunrise, but I’ve learned when you see the light at the end of the tunnel burn you just got to pray for your return.

Hook - You see the fly’s swarming x4 Some man walk through the valleys of shadows of death, I’d rather walk through the valley with a camo bally on my head. I’m hiding in the shadows of death to catch my breath my own shadow shines from the strength of my flesh. My triceps are pressed out to death, skin stretched, All or Nothing Always etched with finesse, tattoos tells stories of life to death, I breath 2 breaths 1 for life 1 to save in case I’m stressed,(8) I’m like an artist till I die, like de caps on the titan, turn around like Q and give a juice glance, bally n position not the face I’m talking pirouettes, always on point like snipers in the flooded trench, (12) body’s getting drenched, by the pale spiter, vandal with the sliders, boogie with the batman slippers, baydin like a bishop sipping baileys, I’m tipsy spitting hail marries, blagging life on the daily I gets savage like a vandal when I vandalise walls I’m doing damage to the so called fans who idolise all recall the days in limbo, flip the timbos, or shell toes army fatigues or goose jackets over hoodies, 3 stripes or camo patterns, kamikarze fashion, killing myself when I get that mirror action, over confident or understated, overdue and underrated, 48 and still debated, round table rated.

Ya see i tell her everything no holds barred all old scares while I'm shadow boxing still no body’s up to par. she my corner team, tell her all my dreams, memories to money schemes and everything in between she my number 1,,when it’s time to work, I pucker up my lips and put them close to her take a deep breath whisper in her ear all my fears, because you know we been together for years when next to.me its ecstasy complexity of life simply disappear like melting ice no sacrifice to bare, she's always there i just turn her up ,,, and she's ready and prepared ,to hear my worries my strife my life my stress and maybe when I'm gone someone I’ll tell her about my death, but until the day from this life I'm severed you know well always be together in the game of life it’s the pawn the comes queen and takes ya king at dawn caress it like a premature new born stress it never a few things are forever Me and my Mic together until the end of the stormy weather and when the story’s severed they’ll walk together talk together about how we fought together caught together a few chicks a single flick a couple body’s on the way but they were getting dealt quicker than celluloid flicks in the flame as we maintained the name of the game always ready for aim let’s make it plan you amplify the do or die mentality hard as I try hold sanity in my palm, save me from harm never alarmed when my tongue sprays like an AK in the hallways on busy school days, ok maybe went too far but together we can still cause sparks, controversy if it needs to be, or together we can just chill and take it easy. Separated for a few years, but when we got back together I told you everything and we then shed some tears i shared my journal with you, internal was the masquerade you helped me tell the world how my mind played always on the run, like bonny and Clyde we'd have fun we told the world about the masks of the morning son, until the day I retire, me and my mic I’ll be together like Myers

Pop the top twist the nozzle and shake that shit x3 Pop, twist, shake that shit, tonight some walls a getting blitzed. Still getting silly with the millis I’m talking Montana 4 double 0’s, 94s to hard cores here comes the rainbows. Maintain the same flows, words or walls it’s got to glow like the soul of volcanos before they blow, slowly does it, the devils in the detail, derail trains of thought tag up quicker than a back street abort. Never getting caught out the outline are mort out like NYC bodies on the ground getting chalked out? Yes I said mort short for mortuary, car I’m killing outlines, like they low immunity to covi. Walls are getting wetter then witch's up in the old days, I’ll kill it then then I drive off as if my name were OJ. like.im on the highway like I did it my way to be frank the fumes consume me like my wordplay see walls get treated like words as I flow still getting silly with the milis I'm talking Montana 4 double O’s. No 1940 bombing blitz abrades but ill penetrant a black book like it’s getting laid frayed at the edges, from the pages caressed nightly, candles on the dresser burning faster than my plight be, create divine visions, to glow godly like the saviours mission, but nothings crossed out in this edition. back to the book I hold, the centrefold is off the hook 2B or not 2B my pencils Shakespeare to fuck cowards die many times before their deaths bit this sketch is about to take its last breath, so sick I hear it retch,, but I refute the puke and plan to execute when I'm ready and my hand is steady to shoot I’m spraying beautiful bullets, as I pull the triggernomitty , angels are perfect like the angles melodies in the hallowed hall now the wall starts to glow as I get silly with the miles I'm talking Montana 4 double O’s.

Hook - I be searching for the rainbow in the rubble, were searching for the rainbows in the rubble. Are you searching for your rainbow in the rubble, I be searching for the rainbows in the rubble. I saw raindrops reflecting in your tears, 7 years of joy and pain in 7 seconds relegated to fear, hearing pictures seeing words, feelings blurred, lines re written every time your words occur, a solder in a flooded trench, the stench of bitterness exhaled with every single breath. feeling full of emptiness till I’m swallowing my thoughts holding back the tears is like a tug of war sport, replaying memories like movie theatres, a million scenes a second the celluloid flickers the flames start to burn, the memories diminish sentences are gibberish, syllables unfinished Russian roulette scrabble I'm scrambling words while searching for letters 1 shot to be heard spin the barrel, crack the trigger and cry out loud are we in trouble. They said you can't withstand the storm, so I stepped into the rain searching through the rubble, with all my might, to heal the pain, I saw a glimpse of colour, peeking ,through the monochrome ruins, a cold picture so I freeze frame doing 60 in a 30 zone in my mind, trying to find the perfect picture , the pace of life, the sacrifice the balance between the meek and the might, the victim or victor, the blindsided or the foresight I loved you from like 1 and 8, no debate , 30 years down the line we still got memories to make Until I knock on the pearly gates, or disintegrate into the flames hell still be my dame ,Still be my queen of queens heroine of my dreams in a silver cloud lining your still the gold stitched seems until eternity stops then ill drop down to my knees on the double and I’ll be searching for the rainbows in the rubble

Hook - Oh dear me x3 Please read these letters signed yours sincerely me, yours sincerely me x3 Please read these letters signed yours sincerely me. Dear 20 sum thing, i understand you were scared and unprepared a bare faced kid with no place to live, staring down the barrel of some broken dreams, things must of been harder than they seemed after ya teens. Don’t blame yourself you were young and naïve got tangled up in the web that this cruel life weaves but please believe me, the silver lining from the dark cloud, your baby girl is doing fine making you proud. You played the hand you were dealt in the game you were given, you folded quickly tapped out like submission. I know you made some promises you didn’t keep, but she knows that you'll always be there for what she needs. Insomnia was lurking deep you stayed awake for hour tryna figure out how you could stay but you played the coward, 2nd thoughts let me abort the 5th phrase and kill the idea, f that you should of maned up and stayed. Dear me myself and i from the soul i can’t deny, your kinda f'in up this life without trying why you lying to yourself, seek the knowledge get some help. Find some other there cards throwaway the hand your dealt. keep a couple up ya sleeves for the wicked and naive, one day you might need a sneaky win please believe. And when it’s time to retrieve the double ace, just relax, cock back ya cuffs and shoot the smile off their faces. Let’s walk and turn at 20 paces, your shooting at the mirror and your reflections feeling wasted let’s face it, you’re writing to yourself, how fucked up is that, I hope one day read this letter back. Dear future self, please remember all the fears you had, all the things you didn’t do when you were just that young lad. All the regrets from days of old you held on too, and all the things you didn’t say and all the things you didn’t do. Don’t make the same mistakes i made on a daily, and remember the day i would write this letter to try and save me. Remember times are hard on these boulevards, but you managed to walk the path unscathed and unscarred. Unbeaten like the drums in accapella groups, quietly planning your shots like snipers on tin roofs. Survived all the times even though you ranted but please don’t ever take the things around you for granted-the people you live with, the places you visited ,keep pushing to the limits stay inquisitive, listen to your gut instincts and cherish all those opportunities, i look forward to remembering those memories. Dear last day of my life i hope you walked the righteousness path i hope you prayed a thousand times to avoid the aftermath, good luck which way you go, i hope it’s up but maybe not, maybe your grave stone will read not a very lot. Maybe a couple sentences, i didn’t want to mention this you kinda fucked up at time you might want to repent some shit. I mean seriously kneel down and say some prayers, before Satan opens ups his wings and flaps you outta here. At times you been so close to the wire, you weren’t skating on thin Ice you were surfing on the lake of fire. Make some changes now, while you still can, sincerely yours me, a new man.