And faster and faster like the world is disappearing in front of your eyes, like a globe painted blue and thrown in the sky nar lie, it’s time for me to reach out and catch it. I got the world in my palm as I spin it off its axis. Redirect the sands of time turning it backwards the table you're sitting at is now a tree back in the woods. That meal in your stomach starts to kick and squeal, ya feel flummoxed you realise your now carrying another life as yours plummets, start to rekindle your innocence and see the world for what it really is without the militant's. Hidden meanings start to unfold the world starts to get cold globe warming in reverse no longer taking hold, reflections of your face no longer looking old, as you hold on to the mirror and try and capture this feeling like gold. Adolescence is now in your sight it's only a matter of minutes before you pass the start of your life the light at the end of the tunnel dwindle you return to just a thought so live every moment cause life is short.

Now should this be my last discussion, making movies over percussion. painting pictures with poisonous brushes in the future rushing tryna make my point before they started blushing, dusting off the snowflakes before they started cussing, or my last recital pass on the mic wave good bye like a tidal, or tsunami the scene and take the title if life's a beach, I'm building sandcastles for the city, with every grain I maintain to build history. I'm still rhyming tryna sparkle like a diamond but never snuck an oozy in my army jacket lining denying the trends, but still reppin the ends NOTTs a hip-hop mecca big up the first gens, big up the first pens lifted to inspire from quotables to train carriage tags to admire from trainers on wires, to the, livers and dyers, the internal tryers holding the touch even higher Dear journal its year 5.0 barely alive though 20 years ago I left the island to go solo still petro, and paranoid about my pen game even though I get applause I still have to maintain certain states, keep ya name on the map. Integrity first class, I dropped the morning of masks I found the Rainbows in the Rubble brought the Circus to town, it Irks me now somehow so I'm still on the prowl searching for the point of view while I point at the views, I get so confused amused how you score more but never paid dues, never ran a mile in my shoes, never climbed out of quick sand to drown in the pool, from the fire to the frying pan tears to tenacity holding on for dear life fighting off insanity and stay grounded and be equal ,to the people and always keep the skill level higher than the ego While I can still throw a throw up, or hold down a get down, or pen a deadly cyanide 16 to murder clowns, drown sorrows, with verses to raise spirits I’m a dive into the fountain of youth and bath in it, shower the scene with my thoughts and dreams, communicate the complexities of life by any means Malcom Xin, flexing with the tussles of tyranny this arts my artillery by any means necessary

Strolling in the sky stepping on clouds, I'm tryna save myself from being under the weather somehow, I got that spring in my step I win to play, not play for winning, summer automatically finished before they beginning Seasons changed but ima keep living, some take advantage but ima keep giving. I see Flower in the graveyard growing from behind the pebbles and then people cut the stems and claim they own the petals, stolen dreams missed read scenes2 faced feens craving green multiply their schemes' so I protect myself by living within my means, if I earn 10, I save 3 that’s the scheme I use to feen for some new creeps every week, sneakers addiction was reaching its peek I speak in past tense cause one day realised, I don’t need shoes to take stroll in the sky You ever stared into the eyes of tomorrow, tryna figure out the visions is it, pain and sorrow, or joy and repetition, or the sorrow or repetition, or the joy of not know your next decision. Plans will change but ima stay driven, some take advantage but ima keep hitting I see the foes fornicating with the game like they really rebels, tryna cut down the stems to shake the real petals the haters hate the fakers faker the makers maker while I stay great and you all debate, so I protect my by sealing my own fate 24/7 365 the work rate. I use to feen for the respect like every week craving attention was reaching its peek I speak in past tense cause one day realised. I don’t need nobody’s permission to stroll in the sky

I wanna visit places and meet no bodies, with no identity, no claim to fame delusions of celebrity with separate entities between ideas and reality, where no one really cares if you use a little profanity, no one really cares if you show a little insanity. No one really cares about their looks cause there's no vanity, a place where people just breath, and everybody looks at each other and feels at ease, a place with no verbal disease,, if words can cause wars they can also make peace. Lets peace together pieces of the bigger picture, finally redesign life and rewrite the scriptures. Rewrite the rules of the reckless build a world that fits together just like tetras. Where everybody makes contribution without the fear of retribution or cancellation. Now Imagine tell God that you don’t believe, Imagine watering the plants and trees beneath the seas, imagine posting picture with no enemies, jumping on the keys writing sour melodies of jealousy, imagine shouting help I can't breathe, and being heard by society not murdered by brutality. Imagine standing in the dark all alone, scared to go home but scared to be alone in your own dome, imagine scrolling through your phone with no pressure to measure up to an image that’s portrayed to be better, portraits of perfection painted by the some introspection, with no intrusive speculation, just simple sketching ,a piece of paper, a pencil an instrumental is all you need to show this world that your monumental, imagine showing everybody your imagination, without fear of retribution or cancellation.

They say the mind is a beautiful place but when I need to escape, I open my black book and paint lost in a world of lines and curves, no sounds are heard so many beautiful visions occur. I see colours gleaming in the visions of heaven I'm seeing, hallucinating like I'm OD'in like I'm burning many trees, higher the a sky scrapper but I feel the nature in the pages of the paper as I turn them I begin to breathe a sigh of relief, like I'm willing all of my stress to the bequeathed like I'm sitting under the sun with a little breeze like I'm sitting alone with no sign of enemies I feel blessed as I rest my hand on the pages, acting out the sketch like I'm visualizing stages, searching for the opening lines never getting out done but still keeping it divine You ever searched you own soul and found utopia. You ever humbled yourself with a smile, you ever wondered through your own mind and found a place that you thought was worthwhile, were all living in a place at a certain pace, that most call hast rushing round Tryna debate why life isn't great So when you find that safe place cherish it, Guard it like the grave yard of the gods I be battling the foes and the feens, and everything that comes in-between me and my dreams of creating the perfect scene, a summer breeze meditating with a blank page, is how I plan to escape the daily rat race engulf myself in the lines, like mindful meditation I’m now present in time .No apprehension for the future, no recycling the past Just me and my black books the cast

have you ever thought is sleep, just death playing dice, taking hold of Ya life, happiness or strife undertaker or your Christ, willpower or your vice, tell me what you’d sacrifice, if you had a second chance would you ask him to roll them twice? So make your choice, rejoice in your power every hour 60 seconds x 60 forever planting seed to grow to them new flowers, no city limits, because you know the world is ours, no boundaries, but I bound dreams, to protect these unforgettable scenes , by no regrettable means, by understanding that my dreams are only scenes that I want to recreate before the final light gleams not blinded by the lights, the glamor and glitz the dizzy heights, the decadence that probably dwells in the afterlife, but after life I be dwelling on the decks and dancing rolling dice. Think about it, would you give your coat to a friend that was freezing? would you give a pound to a feen that was needing? would you give condolences to a brother that’s grieving? would you spare that life of a rapist who was pleading? think about it, would you live your life again if you could, would you sacrifice the money the glitz the gold to make good if you won more than milly but your enemy got 3 would you still buy a ticket to see, or would you save your money then live to regret it, try and forget it, see pettiness is just the pill of the pathetic ,you see the power of perspective, the natural ruler of the world, a pound to the homeless, precious like a pearl, a pint of water in the desolate wasteland is equal to a million pounds place in those dry hands, a smile to a suicidal man on his last strands, at times the world has other plans Is it time to execute the inner child and walk out in the world, face my fears and hold my stomach even if I wanna hurl curl my fists tight and fight all my inhibition, but I know the world will still turn regardless of the decision

Step in her mind and I bet in time i will just render, myself blind so I can't see her sacrifice or her surrender the tender memories I hold up close in all their splendour .Defender her like the Holy Grail not underline agenda .Descend into the deepest and darkest corners of hell and still feel a chill compared to the way my souls just burns well. Expel the demons then explain the meaning of forever. For you I’m tryna step on clouds so never under the weather. Hold myself in higher esteem, sever the ties with bad dreams that lurk behind the scenes of daily routines, I feens for do’s never don'ts, the wills and never wonts. The harlequin grins when I composing these notes, I'm digging moats around your soul filled with melodies that Mozart scrolled so I can hear the violins if someone enters the fold, I told you id be here for you for ever no lie until the day I die when I think of you I be like. My soul surrenders as I kiss your tender cheek while I watch you sleep and try and figure out what you see in me My destiny was written in the stars, eventually the sands of time will run dry, but you'll be the mirages the centre piece of time in time my centre will be at peace, released in line from the universes until the day I feel defeat, But honestly, I feel I'll never meet defeat and if I came close ill think of you and just bring out the heat. Told you before since 1 and 8 there's no debate, memories we’ve made together laid foundations for the greatest melodies in minor keys, the synergies of symphonies mixed with synchronicity soon the world will see what I see, the tree of life has many branches, not even avalanches dancing in tornados, could ever steal my glances, I pray though after I'm gone, you'll find some new romances cause your happiness is destiny for me, so take them chances. Live the life that’s meant to be and hopefully I'll fill my destiny because you’re blessed with happiness like you blessed me.

Now everything looks fine in the sunshine, so we just gonna drive and we’ll take our time. If there's divine intervention that’s ok, a cool breeze to accompany this summer's day. The morning chorus the finest of the melodies, because it means another day is here for us to breath. Is the lemon worth the squeeze, a question I ask on the daily today the answers yes believe, I be leaving at 8 and best believe if I late it means the lords got plans because I believe in my fate. And when it's time to make tracks to the pearly gates, I'll sit back and wait, reminisce the good old days, I promise this id to make more of the shade, case it means the sun is shining, and I hope it never fades. I'll never ease up on my lemonade, so everybody grabs a glass and let's toast to the sunny days Can't wait to leave this city the hustle bustle of billboards, for some peace in my soul id sacrifice it all, not tryna figure out the key of life, not today, not taking any notes let the melodies just play,,, never stealing smiles but I'll drive miles to make um, cause today you know there ain’t no time for faking. Genuine in the sunshine is the new motto, today I wouldn’t even care if I won the lotto. a pair of shell toes camo with the white stripes while I'm holding hands with my wife and I'm set for life golden beaches, sun rays ricocheting of the waves as I wave at my past and celebrate today exquisite living, not material driven. I'm making memories with every opportunity to squeeze, And never ease up on my lemonade, so everybody grabs a glass and let's toast to the sunny days So if you got a drop top hit the switches hit the switches hit the switches if you got a drop top hit the switches and let the sunshine bless you with all its richness and never ease up on my lemonade, so everybody grabs a glass and let's toast to the sunny days

They say you can untie those family ties, but that bloodline can't be denied. Too many times God you know I tried and for that I may never sit by your side. Sipping ice with a sense pride, 2 shots of denial and a slice of humble pie. My own demons are asleep inside, and when your close all they wanna do is rise. I struggle with demons you dream of, late night texts explaining how your leave us Its deja view, it feels just like the circle of trust is impossible to glue. O’Di’n on them Cyndi Lauper’s, time after time the true ya colours getting slaughtered, I'm caught up in a game that I can't play, that’s why I got to stay away, but listen 230 and 2 missed calls, dialling back the answer machine at the hospital. I know times were tough but when I finally hear your voice and you say you've had enough. You’re having conversations with the reaper; I’m having conversations try a keep ya. I lost my head I’m panicking I can't breathe, and now my wife's panicking try a save me. I’m searching for the images to save you, so you can picture a life that’s worth living too. I Wish I could control your eyes so I could refocus them to see the beauty of this life.my visions are mine i wish I could share but I’m scared we’re so different there’s nothing to compare please find a way, to see the light in the darkness, until that I day I’ll hold torch where my heart is. I’m sitting here frozen, having hot sweats paranoid about choices chosen. 7 days and the silence is screaming, echoing inside my head poking the demons. Stirring up the visions, your self-fulfilling prophecies, probably a future of this fuckery awaits in holy matrimony your marriage to this life, but how long will it last when you got divorce in sight. I wish you’d hear my plight; I wish you’d hear my prayers. I wish you’d understand theirs people out here that care. Getting flashbacks to the future scenes, white feathers falling after the final scream

My bodies aches but I'm awake like D’enero acting, catching tennis balls to serve as proof that I ain't slacken ,muscles memory is fading so I memorise where my memory usta be just in case I need those files ,golden child era, whole centuries divided., experience over youth control the fountain like Posiden The earth shaker heaver footed from the burden, holding back the bitterness to just try and pass on the learning. I'm searching for the silence in a city that is screaming. So many could have made history but they started feening. How many story is sabotaged by all the scrutiny? How many opportunities lost through lack of unity? Hopefully my eulogy will leave its mark , Always kept on moving but never left the start, never too late to change your life and bloom please remember the sunflowers in September Contention for my craft has got me Sailing solo, because they can't sea, it's just a wave they ride to follow. they swallow whole flows then regurgitate and claim advocates of art but it's a stolen picture in the frame Mona Lisa status I ain't smiling I’ll explain . You can't rewrite the rules if we don't play the same game. Some wanna carry the touch and run in the same lane. While others just want the fame and the light from the flame. I'll pass the touch or better yet we can just run together. Stepping on the clouds whenever we see bad weather. Well fight the elements but no 5 well always cherish .each one teach one preserve the art without a blemish. It’s never too late to change your life and bloom please remember like sunflowers I September Been in that place where the vultures don't even come to roost. Darker then the bottom of double barrels before they shoot every day I loot and riot deep in my soul, angry at decisions I made and so it takes its toll and now I'm staring down the barrel of 50 tryna re write tomorrow's history before the barrel blows it's never too late to change your life and bloom so just remember, Sunflowers in September