Never Be My Epitaph

Poetic Justice is a dish best served in pentameter Loaves and fish from the vocalist invoke a famished herd My nerves are tattered and I lack concern A facet of imagined magic that was fashioned in a tragic dirge I crave to ride the wave, but Iikely I’m a crash it first Precisely trying to drive it, frying all the passengers Past desserts I lust for just the meal to snack and serve Snakepit within the quicksand, morass berzerk Summon rage for my brutal plumage, a wrath of worth Run away from my youthful muses, at last submerged My suit is soonest at the cleaners with a dirty conscience Searching onward on this journey works immersed in certain goneness I guess I’m going to see you when I return If and when that that ever happens, trapped antennas discern Trying to build a bigger bridge with this, his edifice stern Maybe it’s just better to burn Getting up to speed to pass judgment when convenient Ended mangled with the median you see me in Failed entreaties for the ones with nails and hammers handy Bony fingers beckon me, A pail of acid candy Imagine landing in this mess and trying to decompress A bleeding mess wretchedly beating me repeating grief its guest …indeed some secrets need be kept Play discreetly with the vest, select the reasons to accept Cheat a few at death Between the U and S I find a grand division canyon Cars with lights and stickers of a phantom vigilante The friction that we rub our hands with greasy palms Graffiti fonts printed onto CD-ROMs Where we belong, tunnel vision vietcong via song And all that works for the brave Fall away fall away fall away now Fall away fall away fall away

Looking for the answer in it Can’t admit it Drowning in these analytics Bose speaker system, hands of Riddick Chronicle the cancer ridden Crab upon a bicycle The lies and anthem hidden Blue crosses on a shield of the same hue Holding us in triage until the clearance came through Perspective locked inside a pocket box to claim views Motorcycles gutted riders where the crane flew In different ways we hear the same news A ricochet to race through Our lives And yet we remain to make do The mayhem that may move us for the briefest image Capturing shared experience, a thief admitted The thesis of what it means to be is resubmitted Indeed allegiance to the need arisen Grease the grisly as the hands cleanse another well Lines of pontius as the pilate sups from his cup to sell So what the hell One is the loneliest So find me residing between the and 3 and the 4 Pi is what I roam within Not pious but I wander empty roads with ghostly kin Woe be him limping slowly on a broken limb A lack of focus grins every fang a sharpened smudge Family trees in the woodchipper, dogs are barking up A marginal margin of error Worse than rabid bites The victor slurping rancid spoils in his cabin, bright A stab of light going against the grains, agendas change Different words that meant the same, beneath torrential rain A wrench remains, thrown upon the throne and melted inwards Walking slowly in this hellish winter No need to rush, just taking time to soak it in I paint confines when I am motoring So why do I forge the bars with my idle hands Not even sure that I’d survive a glance The recipient of stares withering within Talking toughness, so brittle in his skin Chiseling a grin from the stone faced Pebbles from the pond in an oak vase Field of dreams and the scarecrow’s gone Reveal the fiends who prepare most taunts

Who’s that knocking at my door, I hear the hinges creaking My guilty conscience counting down a list of instant reasons When insecurity creeps there is no intervening And since my version of sleep is filled with wicked demons I can’t escape the living only then to find the dead The shining halls sharing colors that my eyes then bled A life I lead or try to lead, the sharpest knife regret Cutting deeper every time I try to hide the rest I dim the lights and hope whoever’s knocking goes away Playing possum just a prisoner at home the prey Sneaking to the kitchen just to try to find a knife Fumble for my phone but drop it, I hear a cry inside Betrayed by the creaking of these ancient floors The knock intensifies, my name is called, I brace for war I thought that home was safe, but here I am afraid inside Wishing I was anywhere but here, but stay confined Who's that knocking at my door? When u spend a lifetime prostrate the only constant is the floor Finger to the prostate they mocking u for sure Bekon u to come be an apostate to a whore When the flotsam s just manure don't be drinking from the swimming hole Gamble on yaself, end up richer than a Seminole Seminal semen'll sever the seams and I'll send em several remembrances December the seasons subliminals Eventually the spring sun thaws out the winter frost Clear to see these men're lost, dawning on em- Pentecost Then slowly via word of mouth it spreads- defend the thoughts Projecting the thrombectomy through arteries to end the clots Free the flow of wisdom, now u see what held u back If you siphon from the source ain't no need to keep the well intact Tell us that what they sell is wack... well in fact No knockin... we kicking in the door with a hellish rap

It’s the ones we least suspect that keep the secret’s depth Doing what I can when I am here, I fear no creeping death I deem success as something other than a trophy earned It’s building kingdoms with my people, peep the notes we learned So we turn to each to each other in times of need In case a solo operation isn’t quite what it had seemed In the fighting trying to find a bit of time within to dream But the tribalism tries division slicing into spleens So I…keep working words and reaching out to friends Heard this beat, knew that G would kill, that’s the end We’re not here to profit off of loss’ dossier Making more means maybe we can try to keep the loss at bay atrocities, Colossal stakes the monster seeks to serve us up Bone china made of skeletons, the very worst of us Subversive trust turns knives deeper in collective backs Employee of the month, will never be my epitaph Never be my epitaph Life is so much bigger than a centipede that fed us that Let it never be my epitaph Crisis zones to trigger venom leaking into leaden paths May it never be my epitaph Forever seeking better than

I crashed Lloyd Banks’ studio session, spraying his poopourri Dropped it heavy, so heavy dude needed him a new latrine Tipped the bleach over and spilled on his bath mat Looking like a Kwame tribute to hazmat I’m not paying for it, I did a dump and dash Even had the fancy soap, hands caught a pumpkin splash Staying sober, far from any drunken act Blacking out and doing dumb, where’s the fun in that Didn’t seal the deal in usual ways Ran out of toilet paper, had to use the bidet Monogrammed towels, super slickest array Pretty sure it read Motel 6 on the braid The sequined shower curtain started to move up Revealing Lloyd recording with his phone on a loofah He said dude what are you doing up my bathroom I threw a G-Unit bar of soap at him and dashed smooth He got up fast but slipped, grabbed my leg and held fast I kicked myself loose but my rhyme book it fell, crash I’m not the type to be sentimental, but still You’ll probably hear some raps of mine from diamonds and grills The ghostwriting that I’m never getting credit for felt about ten pounds lighter when I hit the door Heard him screaming, talking ‘bout some reindeer I grabbed the milk and cookies on my way I’m safe, here Snatched a couple stockings, looking like some dope socks Extra fresh, sockonomic posit soul floss

Infinity mirror for the way I’m leaving these folk besides themselves No need to seek the smoke my speech invokes the plight of hell Explicit Mass productions on the track, I ride it well The flash flood that smacks them up within their driest spell Upon their broken kneecaps your town crier fell I’m down with DOC, keep your shiny YSL When it comes to brains I EMP them fry your cells Nasty in game dunks, man you’re best to try Latrell Shrink the ring and box you in, praying for the final bell Aluminum foil with some cellophane, that’s your title belt Consumed with the toil to develop frames to write this well Chancing it, headcracks, Mike Tyson, dice in jail Footage missing, David Fincher mixed with Nine Inch Nails Put the fists in broken glass, glue and rope time to bail Throwing haymakers landing nothing but surprising fails Blood sugar spiking christmas time the type Mariah sells Waiting for that silver platter, no man, apply yourself Distant eyes echo trauma monsters let the violence tell Sweded shoe commercials, Derrick Coleman Dymacel Leaving smirking goons nursing wounds with no Nightingale Pariahs dwell amidst my clientele

The moves of analysts Accrue some damages The news begat the saddest trend Only to add the blend and stack pretense Puffy chests providers but their plight is pusillanimous Pursuits of manic bends, going off the deepest Appealing to the outrage, the loud stay with profit seekers Called it jazz cigarettes but buying stock in chiba The moves of blues in panels sit, add a brick to the wall some more …Why’re things this way, check it out in Baltimore They’re grooming candidates who climb to call for war dehumanize with animus and add a spritz of all the squall and gore Quick to take the knife and twist it for a dollar more Victims pay the price enlist the righteous all adored Scorched the earth instead of fertilize and salt the core Frozen in the ground and seeking hope, in time to call Lenore Lapping in the waves from the days of the Baltic shore The beast released on beats the Sega sacred in his altered form The altar warm with fresh blood from the scapegoat Hear the sucking sound of desperation's halo A testament to testify, audience to lie to All the blood fit for a kingdom, in a swine stew mix and match ingredients, keep them going for the throat Hatred as the basic blinder, as above, gore below The coursest load delivered with a viciousness epiphany A beam up light to bring believers to the rapture’s lips to bleed the damsel in distress on the gravy train's track Money being made there's no way we ever came back Spinning wheels see reflections of veneers in the tears From the guns and the missiles and the mines and the fears And the signs of the years disappear in a haze Dystopia the meal that we’re heaping on our plate With a demon and saint being reason to betray The seizures and procedures and it’s easier to stay Paramecium appeasing them the keys are in a safe Trying to find an answer feels like I’m reaching into flame Keeping with the aim of holding spots, behold the golden glocks Apples of the eye of the beholder at the top Appraising every item, every piece of us is merch Monetize the data make a name and make a church Make it hurt, fists pound the naked earth, praising work A holographic carrot that they’re parroting for worth

maybe I told you way too much, way too early trying to prep you best I could but only made you surly trying to tell you people don't need hearing every thought but enthusiasm’s powerful and that's the cost knowing how and when, learning how to read a room know what's going on, but somehow not feeling doomed that's a balance that I struggle with people in a system seeking power for the love of it souls sold to hold positions interchangeable the world is far from fair but walk aware and hate bull note the horns, but best to keep your distance uncertainty feeds the seeds of every meanness in them That's word to January sixers some who sit in prison that goes for middle school and well beyond, wish it didn't ignore them all even as your ears hear the taunts the frustrations being picked on, the tears it spawns be kind and be you know that you are loved be kind and be you know that you are loved

I’m rapping to the slither of the snakes The movement of the scales as they’re clicking on the grains Paying close attention to the vibes Feel the worms are coming closer to the rude design Runes and lines A clue sublime inside this crucible I’m crucifying At the club with Medusa writhing, we choose assignments Truth is hiding and seekers secretly move with guidance Deaf to the sounds of trinkets plus the noose of diamond The fruits of titans tightening forbidden grips of death In the citadel they’re pacing back and forth with bitter steps The truth is undeniable, some can’t admit it yet Overseers surveying the scene from minarets The bait that is gleaned from a trap remains to tempt Mesopotamians run it back to main events Afraid of tense so the clock remaining unacknowledged Everything is in the now of a summer solace Some run unpolished a gauntlet onward abundant malice A hundred talismans beckon evidence run the chalice A shrunken palace in the palm of the wise Nodding to the masters that had taught them the lies Labor’s fruits left to die on vines of apathy Raise the roof, testify divine the majesty And nothing’s going on but the emperor’s new clothes A steady diet of loopholes and fructose Pursuit’s goals in Rosetta Stones of melatonin Crumbled fragments of jumbled maggots and jealous omens At the mouth of madness, I’m watching zealots phone in Foaming at the vocal patterns of a noble savage Behold the hazard, of an appetite unrecognized Guillotine blades and hunger pangs, beset the tribes A bloody basket with the weave that needs the freshest knives Bestseller with the flesh to press anesthetized

So stuck on a side we can’t see what our team does Rose colored blinders with the sign that we need us Anything squad does is perfectly fine And don’t you dare question faith with a person in line Don’t you understand what people think they become Skin growing thinner as we’re drinking the punch So don’t ask, just wink and succumb Take the truck to the bank for the brink of the month Rolling out the carpet with a twinkle it comes questions only chain us with a link to the glum Stressing all the vagueness that we seek to escape Speaking code to each other like the secret is safe Never listen when arises an allegiance to state So bear in mind the people meeting are not needing to wait They got you in a pigeonhole and that is where you’re gonna stay They’d rather plug their ears, grab a gun or even runaway Menace smile curved from the cheshire’s grin Feather in the claws and the rest climb in Finding leverage of loyalty in loneliness The price of belonging, times is changing so we sit World keeps spinning and we try to be still Backed into a corner where it’s fight or be killed And the victims of it all are the ones who we scapegoat Put them out pasture where the grasses of blades grow Looking at them bleeding on the Massacre graves so Conscience cleaner than a Pontius on immaculate ways home A brush made of judgment painted them so well That some bristle at the mere suggestion that we know hell That’s something for the other folks to burn inside of Never us, the true believers who occurred it might have The golden rule diamonds, rubies, and a certain Midas Lock and load embraced, wasted may the Purge unite us Cause I got more raps than Obama drone strikes Fool me once but then I voted for him twice Had an XT deck, Caballero Bonite And even Stevie Cab went found his own Christ Everyone got find a thing that they believe in For some people, that has got to be the whole reason I wander on with wondering and follow my conscience See what’s happening around me then I’m falling despondent Wishing I would do more, but only doing so much To the point I need to step away before I go nuts I recognize my limits, and try to do my best with it But plenty times I can find renewed the pessimist And what does that do but get me feeling stuck Then I remember that the remedy is us So I’m penning penance to beats in the song for us all Running after walking only walking after crawl After all