August 1st, 2006 - Journal
Hot as hell, trapped in a cell, oh, what the hell? Does anyone have bail? I'm in hell! My veins on my head, swell, and I don't even care. PAIN? What is it anyway? It's only brain waves. Keepin me stuck in this maze feeling crazed. But, anyways, head thataway>cause I'm confused.
vocabulary - Just freestyle
August 1st, 2006 - Verbally Capable To Hold The Crown(yeah right-one syllable wonder)
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It's fucken pouring out.
I know I went the wrong route.
So I scream and shout, "THE DEMON WON'T LET ME OUT?".
So I pray to the thunder clouds.
It rains, and it pours.
While the sweat pours from under my scars.
Leaves it looken like the goals are just, to far.
Not up to par.
In this game I'm just to sore to open up any doors.
Praying on all fours.
Life Is CRAZY!
Visions Hazy!
Confusion clouds the mind, but never lazy.
Outside it's hazing.
I should be out in the rain, getting reigned on.
Rapping, I'm leaving hell.
Hope to be packing it up to find a new place to live.
Just hand me the mic.
Fiending to walk in on dykes.
I speak from the soul of this 40oz.
And after I speak I'm gonna hafta fucken bounce and smoke an Oz.
Of Dro.
To be at my show.
I'll be feeling the flow.
Of words that cold as snow.
#1. Block out every obstacle you face; hecklers, doubters, haters. BECOME! Don't hesitate bourders? It's up to you.
Battle>opponent, using words as fists.
August, 2006 - Poem called, "NEGATIVE SELF SPEAKING"
(I'm)You're nothing but an addict. Real pathetic. Eye's blackened, bagged from stress and static. You can't hack it. Since age five, plagued with nervousness. Poverty strickened and penniless. Family dysfunctions got you feeling merciless. Bounced around from school to school, didn't pay attention, now who's the fool, YOU(me)! Choice! <a sad, sad, song> Making them all wrong. 25 years old, been losing far for to long. A loser, I am! An everything "bad" abuser. An outward blame, accuser. Stressed and mental from being a psycho. Darkness consumed and numb from failure toons. Isolated, from self hatred, torn apart, and bruised. No friends; frustrated, No girlfriend, no Love, alone lonely in my lonesome room. Stuck in my own mental prison, I'm the warden, judge and jury, and why can't I get me to let me out? Grim Reaper will surely show up soon. Many times other, he had. A mommas boy that can't take care of his own, SELF! Masochism, really scared, you are MENTAL! Health? Parents divorced, your life got worse. Try to pray to the cross, "Please show me remorse." From this storm.
<RHYME JOURNAL NOTES>August, 2006.
<NOTES>When am I gonna see if I can survive the hard times? The ones ahead of the ones behind...
<NOTES>Now I sit here, disgusted. Want the right to end this fight. Another sleepless night. Gotta end it(life). But not until life begins(never give up). GOD forgive my sins. *REPENT* Let me win... Help me, so I can help you... I'm no fool, I'm just fatally bruised, heart blackened and bluend.
<NOTES>So I'm here to gain. Tryen to just maintain. I pray throughout the rain. Rain keeps me sane. Need to work on this brain. And I seek a rush. An adrenalin rush, till I see my blood gush. In the mirror, I blush. Right and write, I don't give a fuck. read and read, gain more knowledge, I need it!
FROM THE YEAR 2002: 21 years young, son. Worked hard for these guns, son. Corny birthday song, sung. But you will have fun. If you got a girlfriend and friends, hang 10. You're the man with the master plan in ya hand, wave the wand, cause you're fearless, and you take stands. You be drowning in a sea of protein, you are, "a protein fiend". No longer a stick twig teen. Got protein, fats, and carbs on your team, and in your blood stream. Supreme, lean. Working hard on them dreams. Hit them weights with a mean gleam....... Best friend, my gift to you? In your backyard, it's a protein laying hen. So drive your benz to that gym in the sky. Never ask why? Don't cry. I'll see you at the gym, goodbye.
So let me feed on it? It's my ultimate weirdo chip of pure, raw, genius. Just let the phrases rip, so it's so real, people will feel this shit.
Thanx for reading, these are some really insane, negative, profane writings from 2006, now it's 2013. I've changed, fully *Reborned* by *The GODZ*, got my soul/self back - BLURrrr
Saturday, November 2, 2013
BLURRY POETRY FROM THE PAST(2006): "SELF DISS IN THE RAIN STORM" and "DRANK TANK"-Alcoholic Short Poem
Head phones, cause I'm a drone, that has traveled into territories unknown, fell off the throne, witch spelled into a funky, spunky, no homed gnome.
The purpose of these old negative, profanity filled writings are to show how true, *Hopelessness to Redemption* really is. I was a real, lost, dead soul back then, and had to fight with everything I've got for the passed 7 years to get my soul back, but I could've just stopped the fight and surrendered to *THE GODZ*
2006-"SELF DISS IN THE RAIN STORM"
You're nothing but an addict filled with panic.
Whole life is pathetic, to fucken manic.
Bags under my eyes from stress and static.
Looken to escape with another hit-(heroin).
You make yourself sick.
Since five you've held onto the crown of nervousness.
You don't even exist, like the Loch Ness.
Never had a cent to your name; you're poor.
All us losers are the same; soul torn.
To sinful, filled with scorn, a fucken spawn.
Bad grades, never worked a single day.
You're brother hates you, you're dad never sees you.
It's thundering out now, I scream and shout, "WHERE IS GOD?", he never said life would be so hard.
I sit in the rain storm, 'BRAIN STORM!!!!!' Toughen it out thru the rains storm.
I'm here to start beef.
Cause I don't want to live.
But I don't want to hurt no more.
I want to die!
Don't be surprised!
I guess you didn't look deep enough into these eyes.
Sinners Rise.............
Then Fall...........
And fuck no-it-all's.
I hope they burn in hell with the rest ah yall.
You got gall.
But I'm the one that got the balls.
Standing Tall.
2006-An Alcoholic Short Poem: "DRANK TANK"
Feeling guilty that I drank.
It's like walking the plank.
Stabbing my self with a sure shank.
Could I be anymore frank?
My future's looken blank.
I'm emotionally built like an immobilized tank.
My ship has sank.
I'm soulless and I hold NO rank.
I feel like robbing a bank.
Revenge feeling like a prank.
My style is stank.
I should get spanked by a hot chick willing to wank.
The purpose of these old negative, profanity filled writings are to show how true, *Hopelessness to Redemption* really is. I was a real, lost, dead soul back then, and had to fight with everything I've got for the passed 7 years to get my soul back, but I could've just stopped the fight and surrendered to *THE GODZ*
2006-"SELF DISS IN THE RAIN STORM"
You're nothing but an addict filled with panic.
Whole life is pathetic, to fucken manic.
Bags under my eyes from stress and static.
Looken to escape with another hit-(heroin).
You make yourself sick.
Since five you've held onto the crown of nervousness.
You don't even exist, like the Loch Ness.
Never had a cent to your name; you're poor.
All us losers are the same; soul torn.
To sinful, filled with scorn, a fucken spawn.
Bad grades, never worked a single day.
You're brother hates you, you're dad never sees you.
It's thundering out now, I scream and shout, "WHERE IS GOD?", he never said life would be so hard.
I sit in the rain storm, 'BRAIN STORM!!!!!' Toughen it out thru the rains storm.
I'm here to start beef.
Cause I don't want to live.
But I don't want to hurt no more.
I want to die!
Don't be surprised!
I guess you didn't look deep enough into these eyes.
Sinners Rise.............
Then Fall...........
And fuck no-it-all's.
I hope they burn in hell with the rest ah yall.
You got gall.
But I'm the one that got the balls.
Standing Tall.
2006-An Alcoholic Short Poem: "DRANK TANK"
Feeling guilty that I drank.
It's like walking the plank.
Stabbing my self with a sure shank.
Could I be anymore frank?
My future's looken blank.
I'm emotionally built like an immobilized tank.
My ship has sank.
I'm soulless and I hold NO rank.
I feel like robbing a bank.
Revenge feeling like a prank.
My style is stank.
I should get spanked by a hot chick willing to wank.
BLURRY WRITINGZ, STRAIT FROM THE NOTEBOOK(2006): "Double horned War Lord(poem about the devil)", and Journal About Moms X-boyfriend(kinda)
pseudo? win? I can't fail cause there nothing to? faster than Jackie Chan?
Written strait from my notebook, 2006:
Double Horned War Lord:
The double horned warlord; ENEMY OF GOD!
Holy Warrior, Bounty hunter(I be)!
Recruiting Evil(that damn, dirty, devil)!
Fight Fire with Fire(Aries)!
Triple Six(Mark of the beast)!
Functioning like a well oiled machine...
The devil? Yeah, me and him, that shit is personal(hatred of evil).
I'm coming thru with a vengeance, of a NEW level.
The triple six on his head, and his horns, got me feeling obligation from *GOD*.
I'm here to fight the war, not take an easy route(never sold my soul).
Lucifer and his army shall be singled out.
The devils greatest trick; convincing the world he didn't exist.
BODY, mind, soal(misspelling)
Physical, mental, spiritual
(it appears that I held the physical more important than the spiritual back then)
[Who knows the exact purpose of this(Life Is A BLUR), BUT! Even as a lost soul back then, I still kept my *Faith* in *Holiness*.]
2006-Journal about my Moms (evil) X-boyfriend, Tom:
(He)Yelling at my Mom, this(Tom) b!tch is crazy.
(He)Taking the car to steal beer.
Wish he would've got caught.
My anger gets the best of me.
It begot me!
Can't you see that I'm not what I seem to be?
After all, we got to make it.
Life's to short!
And the clock tics(endlessly).
Second, after second, it never stops.
Got me burning up, feeling to hot.
To think.
My thoughts race.
Back and fourth they pace.
I'm never left in peace, so I got use to pain(so I thought).
Who's to blame? ME!
I know this, and that's what hurts the most.
Let us make a toast to all I lost(my soul).
With nothing gained.
Self torture.
Just let it rain on my parade. I feel the shame.
So fu(k stress relief.
Written strait from my notebook, 2006:
Double Horned War Lord:
The double horned warlord; ENEMY OF GOD!
Holy Warrior, Bounty hunter(I be)!
Recruiting Evil(that damn, dirty, devil)!
Fight Fire with Fire(Aries)!
Triple Six(Mark of the beast)!
Functioning like a well oiled machine...
The devil? Yeah, me and him, that shit is personal(hatred of evil).
I'm coming thru with a vengeance, of a NEW level.
The triple six on his head, and his horns, got me feeling obligation from *GOD*.
I'm here to fight the war, not take an easy route(never sold my soul).
Lucifer and his army shall be singled out.
The devils greatest trick; convincing the world he didn't exist.
BODY, mind, soal(misspelling)
Physical, mental, spiritual
(it appears that I held the physical more important than the spiritual back then)
[Who knows the exact purpose of this(Life Is A BLUR), BUT! Even as a lost soul back then, I still kept my *Faith* in *Holiness*.]
2006-Journal about my Moms (evil) X-boyfriend, Tom:
(He)Yelling at my Mom, this(Tom) b!tch is crazy.
(He)Taking the car to steal beer.
Wish he would've got caught.
My anger gets the best of me.
It begot me!
Can't you see that I'm not what I seem to be?
After all, we got to make it.
Life's to short!
And the clock tics(endlessly).
Second, after second, it never stops.
Got me burning up, feeling to hot.
To think.
My thoughts race.
Back and fourth they pace.
I'm never left in peace, so I got use to pain(so I thought).
Who's to blame? ME!
I know this, and that's what hurts the most.
Let us make a toast to all I lost(my soul).
With nothing gained.
Self torture.
Just let it rain on my parade. I feel the shame.
So fu(k stress relief.
BLURRY POETRY from 2006: Just how far gone I was, but I was way further gone. "NEVER GIVE UP" and "BAH HUMBUG"
Poem called, "NEVER GIVE UP"
I do what I want. Whenever I want. And let's talk about needs; I need to bleed. Cause I'm use to pain.
It's nothing new to me, flash it in front of me, I DON'T CARE! Cause I'm my worst enemy, and I've survived myself, so I think I'll survive you. And I'll write passed carpal tunnel syndrome sinkin in.
Pain motivates me. It's like pain toppled with a few strong shots of caffeine, it wakes me up. Come up on life, so abrupt. Cause the beats will come. They will run, and run, till they reach the Sun, cause I need this, I just need some good ole fashioned guidance, that's all. It's hard to do it on your own.
The whole purpose is to own the throne; power and money, enough to blow, put on a show and get people hyped about life, cause adrenalin is my vice. And I take, more and more, tolerance I ignore, cause the strength makes you smooth, to where you know you can't lose, just prove, to yourself. Keep a solid bill of health. Came out your life like a stealth and come thru with a vengeance. The shady side won't risk immenseness.
[Can't believe how fixated on money and power I was back then? But I know that I meant well, but was just so lost and confused]
A Poem called, "BAH HUMBUG" June 26th, 2006:
The check didn't come! It never does?
So what the fu(k do I do? Freak out? Throw a rut?
I 'HATE' the temptation of relieving this stress.
But I must learn how to deal with this, until my death...
Look at my deck of cards I've been dealt?
Shit don't look so bright!
Feeling good ain't as simple as flying a kite.
I just might make it, or I just might throw a fit.
But no matter what happens, this is some real shit.
Cause life is fu(ked up.
But I try to laugh.
I crave that power!
And want that cash...
I'm alienated.
Have a fu(ked up past.
If you want to judge me you can kiss my ass.
I'LL BE BURIED UPSIDE DOWN!
And disciplines rising.
And my strength is MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My training is sick.
The pain, I must have. It's what I'm use to.
And at times, it feels beautiful.
Full Of Faith; being a warrior takes getting use to.
Life turning sour.
Feeling drained of power.
But when it comes back? Revenge is in the path that I take.
Cause I'm angry, and this shit is personal.
Take the war to new heights.
My politicals is versatile.
Cause morals should be allowed.
Don't let me see you break them.
This the mind of a true zen warrior.
[I have no clue what was going thru my head during this, BUT! And I apologize for the cursing, this is how far gone I was, and thru shear faith, we can change.]
Thanx for reading, BLUR.
I do what I want. Whenever I want. And let's talk about needs; I need to bleed. Cause I'm use to pain.
It's nothing new to me, flash it in front of me, I DON'T CARE! Cause I'm my worst enemy, and I've survived myself, so I think I'll survive you. And I'll write passed carpal tunnel syndrome sinkin in.
Pain motivates me. It's like pain toppled with a few strong shots of caffeine, it wakes me up. Come up on life, so abrupt. Cause the beats will come. They will run, and run, till they reach the Sun, cause I need this, I just need some good ole fashioned guidance, that's all. It's hard to do it on your own.
The whole purpose is to own the throne; power and money, enough to blow, put on a show and get people hyped about life, cause adrenalin is my vice. And I take, more and more, tolerance I ignore, cause the strength makes you smooth, to where you know you can't lose, just prove, to yourself. Keep a solid bill of health. Came out your life like a stealth and come thru with a vengeance. The shady side won't risk immenseness.
[Can't believe how fixated on money and power I was back then? But I know that I meant well, but was just so lost and confused]
A Poem called, "BAH HUMBUG" June 26th, 2006:
The check didn't come! It never does?
So what the fu(k do I do? Freak out? Throw a rut?
I 'HATE' the temptation of relieving this stress.
But I must learn how to deal with this, until my death...
Look at my deck of cards I've been dealt?
Shit don't look so bright!
Feeling good ain't as simple as flying a kite.
I just might make it, or I just might throw a fit.
But no matter what happens, this is some real shit.
Cause life is fu(ked up.
But I try to laugh.
I crave that power!
And want that cash...
I'm alienated.
Have a fu(ked up past.
If you want to judge me you can kiss my ass.
I'LL BE BURIED UPSIDE DOWN!
And disciplines rising.
And my strength is MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My training is sick.
The pain, I must have. It's what I'm use to.
And at times, it feels beautiful.
Full Of Faith; being a warrior takes getting use to.
Life turning sour.
Feeling drained of power.
But when it comes back? Revenge is in the path that I take.
Cause I'm angry, and this shit is personal.
Take the war to new heights.
My politicals is versatile.
Cause morals should be allowed.
Don't let me see you break them.
This the mind of a true zen warrior.
[I have no clue what was going thru my head during this, BUT! And I apologize for the cursing, this is how far gone I was, and thru shear faith, we can change.]
Thanx for reading, BLUR.
Friday, November 1, 2013
BLURRY POETRY from JUNE 8TH, 2006: "BALL OF HOPELESS CONFUSION" and "NON-SENSICAL SENSICALS"
5 hundred, 25 thousand, 600 minutes(I have no idea what that means, but I wrote it in the notebook?)Probably time I was sober, at the time?
Yeah, that sounds like me? Drastically, dramatically turning the days sober, into minutes.
Poem called, "BALL OF HOPELESS CONFUSION"
I write like this.
I write like that.
Searching for bliss.(Ananda)
9 lives like a cat(meow)
I wonder if I'll ever be the same?
Ever be sane?
So I blame the game of life.
Can't explain my nerves.
LIFE has got some nerve(I got that saying, "Some Nerve" from my Dad)
Crept up on me...
And hurt my SOUL.
Feeling pain is getting old.
Life won't mold.
Any direction.
Feel my self standing still.
As I fight the stress.
Can't let it get the best of me, I'd rather bleed like a banshee screams.
And I fight the anxiety.
Try to hold it back.
Put together what is left of me.
[Where's the fire? What are you some sort of fu(ken liar?]
A Poem called, "NON-SENSICAL SENSICALS"
Motivation's hard to come, bye.
Catch myself glimpsing at ways to make it mine.
They say, 'Keep on writing', but steer clear of fighting.
Need that genius mentality.
Want to be part geek, part nerd, but it's hard, when you're all street.
I need to learn how to work with my genetics.
Train my calisthenics.
Quick reaction on the trigger.
Energy like ginger.
Gotta let them words, sick of having to warm up; let it flow like peeing in the bowl, ya know?
Want to advance my killa skillz.
Wanna be able to snap a neck.(WOO-what was wrong with me-soulless?)
If demons run I'll be the *Warrior Of GODZ*, be the *Law Power Of The Holy Warriors*?
Cause I done wrong and feel guilty.
Tryen to make amends and feel pleased, and at peace, if ya need to get at me, do it to my face.
The situation I'll embrace.
Krs One, said, "Read and Write to get your rhymes tight, and make ya flow nice."
Learn acapella, even though it's harder than learning the chello, fellow.
But don't fret the hard stuff, for you are Humble, and Original.
Yeah, that sounds like me? Drastically, dramatically turning the days sober, into minutes.
Poem called, "BALL OF HOPELESS CONFUSION"
I write like this.
I write like that.
Searching for bliss.(Ananda)
9 lives like a cat(meow)
I wonder if I'll ever be the same?
Ever be sane?
So I blame the game of life.
Can't explain my nerves.
LIFE has got some nerve(I got that saying, "Some Nerve" from my Dad)
Crept up on me...
And hurt my SOUL.
Feeling pain is getting old.
Life won't mold.
Any direction.
Feel my self standing still.
As I fight the stress.
Can't let it get the best of me, I'd rather bleed like a banshee screams.
And I fight the anxiety.
Try to hold it back.
Put together what is left of me.
[Where's the fire? What are you some sort of fu(ken liar?]
A Poem called, "NON-SENSICAL SENSICALS"
Motivation's hard to come, bye.
Catch myself glimpsing at ways to make it mine.
They say, 'Keep on writing', but steer clear of fighting.
Need that genius mentality.
Want to be part geek, part nerd, but it's hard, when you're all street.
I need to learn how to work with my genetics.
Train my calisthenics.
Quick reaction on the trigger.
Energy like ginger.
Gotta let them words, sick of having to warm up; let it flow like peeing in the bowl, ya know?
Want to advance my killa skillz.
Wanna be able to snap a neck.(WOO-what was wrong with me-soulless?)
If demons run I'll be the *Warrior Of GODZ*, be the *Law Power Of The Holy Warriors*?
Cause I done wrong and feel guilty.
Tryen to make amends and feel pleased, and at peace, if ya need to get at me, do it to my face.
The situation I'll embrace.
Krs One, said, "Read and Write to get your rhymes tight, and make ya flow nice."
Learn acapella, even though it's harder than learning the chello, fellow.
But don't fret the hard stuff, for you are Humble, and Original.
BLURZ: HORROR-BLE/INSANE RHYME DIARIES FROM July 6Th, 2006: "NOTHING TO LOSE"
I'm losing my mothafu(ken mind, but it all ways feels lost, but at least I'm the boss, that pays the ultimate cost.
I got goals, but none of them are complete.
I need Hip Hop insight to make my rhymes tight. My beats suck cause my keyboard is ghetto.
These beats, nobody has them, I know, cause my keyboard is from the 70's, yeah, the 1970's baby.
Yo, besides.....my rhymes BLOW!
My writing skill obviously sucks. And I do give a fu(k, which makes life suck even more. More than I feel it has to. I get tired of trying, was unsuccessful at dying.
Man I can feel my ADHD, and when my brain doesn't function, I feel like I'm flunken.
I'll keep trying...
it don't work out right.
Fu(k rhymin! Fu(k rightin(I know, I spelt writing wrong). I wanna be the best, wit out putting in work effort. I CRAVE SKILL! Want people to feel that I'm ILL. But mentally...I am ill.....But Fu(k It, being alive, I'm stuck with it. My soul's torn to fu(ken bits, but fu(k cutting a wrist; No Suicide(ever).
I'll deal with the muthafu(ken hell that I created. Why should I fu(ken care? I'm Stuck Here! If you felt my pain you'd be in tears. Fu(k drinkin beers, Fu(k getting high, cause I'm living to die, punch someone dead in their eye, just to crack a smile because I'm becoming more wild. It comes with the territory. Try To Test Me. Cause I'm a crazy muthafu(ka with nothing to lose.
A Rhyme Called, "NOTHING TO LOSE"(oh boy?)
Nothing to lose, but a lot to prove.
Aiming towards my goals, got to find a grove.
Forever strive to improve.
I want lethal Karate skillz.
I wanna be rich, cause I crave power(oh boy).
Hate when motivation turns sour.
But I push fourth cause I'm no coward.
Mutha fu(kas wanna put me down!
Wanna make me frown!
But hand to hand, pound for pound, gonna take the crown.
Push ya down.
To da floor.
Wit da tour of war.
Cause I read Sun Tzu, and I'm NO fool.
Yall be knee deep of blood in ya own pool.
Like I'z said, "I got nothing to lose, and a lot to prove."
Gonna beat the odds, use all my tools.
Cause odds been stacked against me, for so long, but now I see, three steps ahead of me.
Can't let my own madness get the best of me.
Gotta stick to the plan.
Discipline is my only friend.
Cause I'm sick of having no-thang.
Break-it-down, man.
(oh boy)means: I see how far gone and worng I was back then.
(11-1-2013)ONE DAY THIS WILL ALL MAKE SENSE! I have to show how far gone my soul really was, the rawness, and the pure essence of harsh truth to reach the hopeless, needs to be shown the intensity of how hopeless I was, so I apologize for the profanity, but it's the only way to show, word for word, where I was and how faith has brought me back from the pits of hell, lost, dead soul=REBORN
BLURrrr
I got goals, but none of them are complete.
I need Hip Hop insight to make my rhymes tight. My beats suck cause my keyboard is ghetto.
These beats, nobody has them, I know, cause my keyboard is from the 70's, yeah, the 1970's baby.
Yo, besides.....my rhymes BLOW!
My writing skill obviously sucks. And I do give a fu(k, which makes life suck even more. More than I feel it has to. I get tired of trying, was unsuccessful at dying.
Man I can feel my ADHD, and when my brain doesn't function, I feel like I'm flunken.
I'll keep trying...
it don't work out right.
Fu(k rhymin! Fu(k rightin(I know, I spelt writing wrong). I wanna be the best, wit out putting in work effort. I CRAVE SKILL! Want people to feel that I'm ILL. But mentally...I am ill.....But Fu(k It, being alive, I'm stuck with it. My soul's torn to fu(ken bits, but fu(k cutting a wrist; No Suicide(ever).
I'll deal with the muthafu(ken hell that I created. Why should I fu(ken care? I'm Stuck Here! If you felt my pain you'd be in tears. Fu(k drinkin beers, Fu(k getting high, cause I'm living to die, punch someone dead in their eye, just to crack a smile because I'm becoming more wild. It comes with the territory. Try To Test Me. Cause I'm a crazy muthafu(ka with nothing to lose.
A Rhyme Called, "NOTHING TO LOSE"(oh boy?)
Nothing to lose, but a lot to prove.
Aiming towards my goals, got to find a grove.
Forever strive to improve.
I want lethal Karate skillz.
I wanna be rich, cause I crave power(oh boy).
Hate when motivation turns sour.
But I push fourth cause I'm no coward.
Mutha fu(kas wanna put me down!
Wanna make me frown!
But hand to hand, pound for pound, gonna take the crown.
Push ya down.
To da floor.
Wit da tour of war.
Cause I read Sun Tzu, and I'm NO fool.
Yall be knee deep of blood in ya own pool.
Like I'z said, "I got nothing to lose, and a lot to prove."
Gonna beat the odds, use all my tools.
Cause odds been stacked against me, for so long, but now I see, three steps ahead of me.
Can't let my own madness get the best of me.
Gotta stick to the plan.
Discipline is my only friend.
Cause I'm sick of having no-thang.
Break-it-down, man.
(oh boy)means: I see how far gone and worng I was back then.
(11-1-2013)ONE DAY THIS WILL ALL MAKE SENSE! I have to show how far gone my soul really was, the rawness, and the pure essence of harsh truth to reach the hopeless, needs to be shown the intensity of how hopeless I was, so I apologize for the profanity, but it's the only way to show, word for word, where I was and how faith has brought me back from the pits of hell, lost, dead soul=REBORN
BLURrrr
Thursday, October 24, 2013
BLURZ: OLD WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): "OVERWORKED AND UNDERPAID"
7-6-2006: Body hurts, but no time for play. The improvement plan is laid. Even if it isn't, that's the direction I stay, "I'm Overworked and Underpaid". Loads of pressure, I put, on my self. Train hard to be stealth, intense, with good health, no time, to leave my mind on the shelf, dusting, cause life is short. And it's maddening that I can hear the clock ticking and tocking life away. TILL THE BITTER END(a toast)! Need to gather allies allegiances, allegedly. I have had to of had pushed myself into the darkness to get here. Will I make it thru to ever see the light? Every time that I think I am getting better to find out that there are worse enemies to fight in the night. I need to be at the top of the food chain to control the monsters. The wick of mental strength has been lit. Keep Burning!
THE BLUR "LOST SOUL" WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): 50 Shades Of Grey Moment, I Guess?(Explicit Content Warning)
9-8-2006: Waking up nothing to do. No TV feeling blue. Search for motivation; impossible task. Has me hating... Hating a world I seem stuck in(purgatory)? Inevitability got me mucking and muttering to myself. I NEED HELP!!!!!!!!! Don't know how much longer I can cope? My mind don't sleep... I NEED SLEEP!!!!!!!! I'm a person that's deep... Sooooooo deep. Playing for keeps, too. And the brain burns out; short circuits. Need to have a backup spirit! It'll be worth it, BUT! I search, and search, and search for purpose, cause if I'm here suffering it better be worth it. A glimpse of the mind..... I'm so confused. See you at the next episode. Thanx for stopping by. Bye Bye!
2006 RAP/RHYME/POEM-WHO KNOWS WHAT: THE GYM
I train hard at the gym,
cause I wanna win.
Thoughts filled with sin
Thoughts of Italian pu##y come rolling in
She crept up on me,
complimented my flexibility.
See, she was stretching in front of me.
Got a glimpse of her pu##anny.
She looked intense.
Like a wolf I was on her scent.
I got spent.
She told me how flexible I am, so I watched her stretch.
And she was with a friend,
but she was "THE ONE" that loaded my gun
with smiles of fun.
Thought of gym porn fantasy.
See, she filled me with motivated energy.
She caught me blind sided, now I can't see!!!!!!!
But I thank her pu##y for motivating me.
(Nothing to say but, wooo, I was so screwed up 7 years ago, so I'm not shocked, and 7 years ago is when I walked away from heroin addiction, but holy moly? Just so relieved and happy to be reborn, renewed in spirit, and looking toward the after life and being a voice in this world, but before it can even be possible to lead the hopeless to *REDEMPTION*, I need to show where I come from)
2006 RAP/RHYME/POEM-WHO KNOWS WHAT: THE GYM
I train hard at the gym,
cause I wanna win.
Thoughts filled with sin
Thoughts of Italian pu##y come rolling in
She crept up on me,
complimented my flexibility.
See, she was stretching in front of me.
Got a glimpse of her pu##anny.
She looked intense.
Like a wolf I was on her scent.
I got spent.
She told me how flexible I am, so I watched her stretch.
And she was with a friend,
but she was "THE ONE" that loaded my gun
with smiles of fun.
Thought of gym porn fantasy.
See, she filled me with motivated energy.
She caught me blind sided, now I can't see!!!!!!!
But I thank her pu##y for motivating me.
(Nothing to say but, wooo, I was so screwed up 7 years ago, so I'm not shocked, and 7 years ago is when I walked away from heroin addiction, but holy moly? Just so relieved and happy to be reborn, renewed in spirit, and looking toward the after life and being a voice in this world, but before it can even be possible to lead the hopeless to *REDEMPTION*, I need to show where I come from)
BLURRY POETRY ABOUT A GIRL(WRITTEN IN 2006): GENEVIEVE FERRER
6-8-2006: Genevieve, she'll snatch your heart with cupids dart. She's sweeter than the sweetest sweet tart. She's cool, calm, and collective. So creative stylish exploiting her artistic ways she catches waves of coolnesses got me feelin foolish, wanna pursue this. Let's be friends. I'll be as close as you let me, please tempt me.
THE BLUR WRITINGZ FROM THE PAST(2006): GOOD RIDDANCE TO THE PAST(Explicit Content Warning)
I have been feeling awful reading my old writings, BUT! The reason behind posting these are to show just how much faith can change a life. I've come a LONGGGGGGGG way!
9-29-2006
"Sneezing, sneezing, GOD bless me, fu(k the demons, sins all around, persuading the fiendings."(I know, these are writings from the past, when I was a lost, dead soul)
This is gonna be funny, I'll smash the globe with a karate blow. I'm definitely out of my gourd. Guardian Angel? WORD SON! Fu(ken Posse; Entourage. I'm gonna start from the beginning; Sour mind. I got to stretch my life away. Water Gun; Always have one!
6-30-2006
FORTUNE COOKIES: #1. Many a false step is made by standing still. #2. You have a curious smile, and a mysterious nature.(I'm tryen to write then my paper got wet)
AUGUST 20(2006): Of patience? Whenever I feel sick O'waiten. So sick and frustrated, from loss of motivation. The confusion is here(Planet earth-Human)! I don't care. But the pain's hard to bear.
6-30-2006 "Killah What?"
Where's my dogz at, killah?
Where's my dogz at ,killah?
Where's my dogz at.....killah?
Where's my dogz ak?
Killah what?
Killah, we don't give a fu(k, what?
Killah, what, what, we don't give a fu(k
Crunk, fu(k, killah, what?
We don't give uh, what, what?(Believe me, I know? What in the world was wrong with me back then?)
Dog in heat, yeah I guess you can call me dat
Similar to a mind fu(k always chasen that phat cat(MEOW)
Blat, Blat, Blood Splat!
All over da wall. Yeah, dat shit was phat.
Keep dem rhymes like dat.
Murderous homicide on my mind,
I'm doin fine.
Controversy, crossin that fine line.
Mess with my mind, and get merked.
Or chill, wine and dine(bi-polar, I guess?).
Either way, I don't care, Life's maddened, and saddened, but all together, rad man.
Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
(2006)RHYME: From The First To The End Of the Month
From the first, to the end of the month, I will train like mad in, the martial arts, I'll bring my hip hop skills up to the top of my charts, and I'm anxious to start, get in my way, and hell you'll pay. I'm not playen and my home be my temple, untouchably mental, discipline has run it's course, and of course no spending, I'M SAVING FOR MY *FUTURE* WHICH STARTS NOW, NO MORE DISSAPOINTMENTS.
"I killed so many brain cells, but the ones I have left are strong."
Mandalin / down / up Sustained
No more spending, just benden. Wit spendin, I'm mendin. Must learn how to add, THAT'S what I'm gonna do! Save up over time till each day runs thru. Looken cool, walken smooth down this avenue. *DESTINY* is a gumshoe. I'm seeing three moves ahead. It's new to me. Envision what I foresee(*The Future*)? And it's hard to explain what's inside of me. One day everyone shall see! The light shall shine as we walk thru the far side, together. Walk till the end cause in this tunnel YOU WILL FIND THE LIGHT! It's me, and I gotta be who I am made to be. Follow me if you feel blind, I will guide you toward the light, but you must take the initial step(LOVE/FAITH). I still don't know how I'm gonn a do this(2006)? Must pursue it with heart and soul. And some day it will become as of second nature, EFFORTLESS! So pass judgment, cause I am trusting my skill. Cause I trust,,,,,,,,,no one...
9-29-2006
"Sneezing, sneezing, GOD bless me, fu(k the demons, sins all around, persuading the fiendings."(I know, these are writings from the past, when I was a lost, dead soul)
This is gonna be funny, I'll smash the globe with a karate blow. I'm definitely out of my gourd. Guardian Angel? WORD SON! Fu(ken Posse; Entourage. I'm gonna start from the beginning; Sour mind. I got to stretch my life away. Water Gun; Always have one!
6-30-2006
FORTUNE COOKIES: #1. Many a false step is made by standing still. #2. You have a curious smile, and a mysterious nature.(I'm tryen to write then my paper got wet)
AUGUST 20(2006): Of patience? Whenever I feel sick O'waiten. So sick and frustrated, from loss of motivation. The confusion is here(Planet earth-Human)! I don't care. But the pain's hard to bear.
6-30-2006 "Killah What?"
Where's my dogz at, killah?
Where's my dogz at ,killah?
Where's my dogz at.....killah?
Where's my dogz ak?
Killah what?
Killah, we don't give a fu(k, what?
Killah, what, what, we don't give a fu(k
Crunk, fu(k, killah, what?
We don't give uh, what, what?(Believe me, I know? What in the world was wrong with me back then?)
Dog in heat, yeah I guess you can call me dat
Similar to a mind fu(k always chasen that phat cat(MEOW)
Blat, Blat, Blood Splat!
All over da wall. Yeah, dat shit was phat.
Keep dem rhymes like dat.
Murderous homicide on my mind,
I'm doin fine.
Controversy, crossin that fine line.
Mess with my mind, and get merked.
Or chill, wine and dine(bi-polar, I guess?).
Either way, I don't care, Life's maddened, and saddened, but all together, rad man.
Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom BUMP Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
(2006)RHYME: From The First To The End Of the Month
From the first, to the end of the month, I will train like mad in, the martial arts, I'll bring my hip hop skills up to the top of my charts, and I'm anxious to start, get in my way, and hell you'll pay. I'm not playen and my home be my temple, untouchably mental, discipline has run it's course, and of course no spending, I'M SAVING FOR MY *FUTURE* WHICH STARTS NOW, NO MORE DISSAPOINTMENTS.
"I killed so many brain cells, but the ones I have left are strong."
Mandalin / down / up Sustained
No more spending, just benden. Wit spendin, I'm mendin. Must learn how to add, THAT'S what I'm gonna do! Save up over time till each day runs thru. Looken cool, walken smooth down this avenue. *DESTINY* is a gumshoe. I'm seeing three moves ahead. It's new to me. Envision what I foresee(*The Future*)? And it's hard to explain what's inside of me. One day everyone shall see! The light shall shine as we walk thru the far side, together. Walk till the end cause in this tunnel YOU WILL FIND THE LIGHT! It's me, and I gotta be who I am made to be. Follow me if you feel blind, I will guide you toward the light, but you must take the initial step(LOVE/FAITH). I still don't know how I'm gonn a do this(2006)? Must pursue it with heart and soul. And some day it will become as of second nature, EFFORTLESS! So pass judgment, cause I am trusting my skill. Cause I trust,,,,,,,,,no one...
Monday, October 21, 2013
BLURZ OLD POETRY - 2006: LIFE IS NO GAME and THE PERFECT STORM
LIFE IS NO GAME: Wasting another Friday? Better call mayday. Boredom lays astray. My minds out in space. I race and I pace, mind crazed. Mind stuck in the haze, reminder that I'm so insane. Stuck in an unorganized maze. I'm at a difficult age; Late puberty stage. And to this day, I'm categorized as a stray of society. On welfare living in a mental cage. MENTAL CASE! Loss control of my brain, soul stained, tainted. Bad blood of which I sustained. Hard to explain these scrambled moments of strain, I need some insight cause all has been killed. Evil visions enfilled. Extreme moments of Time standing still. WILL I LIVE TO SEE MY LIFE FULFILLED? Or waste away till the blood spills? My mistake they haunt, and flashbacks only taunt, and create an anger of fire soooo divine. Pushing towards the light. Am I ready to fight bloody knuckled. UNDERDOG I'm encrusted! It's out of sight my style of flight. 3 steps ahead, the advantage is mine! And life is a game. Full choice to be made; build your legendary name. IF! You play your cards smartly.
VISION: THE POWER OF SIGHT: THE ABILITY TO SEE: AN IMAGE CREATED IN THE IMAGINATION: A SUPER NATURAL EXPERIENCE
THE PERFECT STORM(POEM):
Lightning strikes!
There ain't nothing like it when you're a tortured soul like I am.
Praying for rain, to relax, so I can maintain, because it soothes my brain.
Everyone's scared of the hurricane, I say, "Bring it on."
I'll freestyle long. Ride out the storm(with GOD), make my spirit strong.
Listen to the drips dropping, puddles and all, loving the sound of natural disaster.
It'll make you, or break you?
Spiritual strength of thee electrical makers(GODZ)?
No need to be frightened when it's tears from above.
I wish chaos would come, cause something I love; hurricane season said to be upon us.
Bring that shit on, cause I'll be out there getting wet.
Smoking blunts, feeling love from above.
Keep my rhymes pumped up because it comes from the soul, and my soul is missing.
I will plead to the Heavens till I get my soul back.
(GOD)Help me live right(PLEA).
My madness is out of sight, and when the storm passes, I know I've gained insight.
Intellectual heights reign supreme cause I took a chance rapping to GOD.
No time for alarm, CONFIDENCE, and charm is entering, and warm.
When you feel this improvement, feels like you can start your own movement.
Where artisticness fills your mind and your spirit.
If you got the power people will wanna hear it.
So this is where I'm at!
Style will be phat, if ya practice. It's as simple as dat.
I leave you with the start of the directions; You have a dream, make that into REALITY!
VISION: THE POWER OF SIGHT: THE ABILITY TO SEE: AN IMAGE CREATED IN THE IMAGINATION: A SUPER NATURAL EXPERIENCE
THE PERFECT STORM(POEM):
Lightning strikes!
There ain't nothing like it when you're a tortured soul like I am.
Praying for rain, to relax, so I can maintain, because it soothes my brain.
Everyone's scared of the hurricane, I say, "Bring it on."
I'll freestyle long. Ride out the storm(with GOD), make my spirit strong.
Listen to the drips dropping, puddles and all, loving the sound of natural disaster.
It'll make you, or break you?
Spiritual strength of thee electrical makers(GODZ)?
No need to be frightened when it's tears from above.
I wish chaos would come, cause something I love; hurricane season said to be upon us.
Bring that shit on, cause I'll be out there getting wet.
Smoking blunts, feeling love from above.
Keep my rhymes pumped up because it comes from the soul, and my soul is missing.
I will plead to the Heavens till I get my soul back.
(GOD)Help me live right(PLEA).
My madness is out of sight, and when the storm passes, I know I've gained insight.
Intellectual heights reign supreme cause I took a chance rapping to GOD.
No time for alarm, CONFIDENCE, and charm is entering, and warm.
When you feel this improvement, feels like you can start your own movement.
Where artisticness fills your mind and your spirit.
If you got the power people will wanna hear it.
So this is where I'm at!
Style will be phat, if ya practice. It's as simple as dat.
I leave you with the start of the directions; You have a dream, make that into REALITY!
BLURZ - Crummy One Syllable Violent Raps from 1995 - You can see how much of a lost soul I really was.(Explicit Content Warning)
10-21-2013: Reborn soul, spiritually redeemed. Seeing these writings, I'm just shocked to see how far gone, LOST SOUL I really was. *SPIRITUALLY REDEEMED*
1995 WRITINGS - Tryen to learn from the best, so to demolish the rest. So take off the bullet proof vest, I'm not gonna fill you with led. I'll use my fists instead. Instant damage to your head..... The violence in me must die cause my hostility is blood red. And who cares about street cred, cause my attack is the last meal you'll be fed. Enough said! Never again! Life's to hard and I forgot to take my meds, but your death certificate will satisfy me instead. Again, and again. Rewind, play it back in my head. Fu(k my meds! My medicine relates to your death bed. I laugh when you're dead and bled. My sanity left me way back then, in 7th grade changed from sped, to super sped. And the kid wouldn't let me ride his sled, so I spun into my first demonic mindset. I split his head, walked into his families den, stabbed his dad in the eye with a red pen, sat at their dinner table and ate their Cornish hen, the end.(Shows where I came from. Just how much of a lost soul I really was.)
Police arrive, take me to the precinct. Then jury detention, where I made my first friend, till I cut off his Johnson, and in his own blood, I wrote, Manson, THE END!
I reached my final destination with no hesitation, to tired, time for driver rotation. Taking a cruise down the avenue, time to chill, don't need a pill. I do it all mental, meditation skils. My words spill so natural, cause I study well cause I was bred intellectual. My verbal mind will make ya mind swell. I WON'T see you in hell!
NOTE TO SELF: make sure to take a shit before a flight.(never been on a plane, but, ok.)
The Punisher: He's a madman, killen his own brand. Vigilante killer man. has a vast array of fans, man, cause he kills for fun, and loves to flaunt his gun. In battle, never runs. Death! Is always done, Cause he's number one! A real shogun assassin, cause he gets the job done. No matter the odds, cause vigilante follows gods. Doing the dirty jobs. Staking out all the scum, and the bums. #1, #1, #1!
1995 WRITINGS - Tryen to learn from the best, so to demolish the rest. So take off the bullet proof vest, I'm not gonna fill you with led. I'll use my fists instead. Instant damage to your head..... The violence in me must die cause my hostility is blood red. And who cares about street cred, cause my attack is the last meal you'll be fed. Enough said! Never again! Life's to hard and I forgot to take my meds, but your death certificate will satisfy me instead. Again, and again. Rewind, play it back in my head. Fu(k my meds! My medicine relates to your death bed. I laugh when you're dead and bled. My sanity left me way back then, in 7th grade changed from sped, to super sped. And the kid wouldn't let me ride his sled, so I spun into my first demonic mindset. I split his head, walked into his families den, stabbed his dad in the eye with a red pen, sat at their dinner table and ate their Cornish hen, the end.(Shows where I came from. Just how much of a lost soul I really was.)
Police arrive, take me to the precinct. Then jury detention, where I made my first friend, till I cut off his Johnson, and in his own blood, I wrote, Manson, THE END!
I reached my final destination with no hesitation, to tired, time for driver rotation. Taking a cruise down the avenue, time to chill, don't need a pill. I do it all mental, meditation skils. My words spill so natural, cause I study well cause I was bred intellectual. My verbal mind will make ya mind swell. I WON'T see you in hell!
NOTE TO SELF: make sure to take a shit before a flight.(never been on a plane, but, ok.)
The Punisher: He's a madman, killen his own brand. Vigilante killer man. has a vast array of fans, man, cause he kills for fun, and loves to flaunt his gun. In battle, never runs. Death! Is always done, Cause he's number one! A real shogun assassin, cause he gets the job done. No matter the odds, cause vigilante follows gods. Doing the dirty jobs. Staking out all the scum, and the bums. #1, #1, #1!
Sunday, October 20, 2013
BLURZ "OLD RAPZ, RHYMEZ, AND WRITINGZ": SUBMERGE THE URGE DEEP INTO THE DIRT:
SUBMERGE THE URGE DEEP INTO THE DIRT:
I feel like a bird that shit a white piece of bird shit................................I FEEL LIKE SHIT!
RHYMEZ ~ Somewhere in 2011 - A rap I wrote and posted to British Rapper, Amy Burns, AKA, "A Me B" - I like dat A Me B, She Amazes me, fram A to Z, Spiritwality, Personality. She be cooking dem rhymez in her bakery. She' Geometry, She is Poetry. She be hitten dem books like a burn book rally. I hope she ain't mad at me, I be tellin eet(it) like I, B, C, U, R=BEAUTY
FROM HERE DOWN - 2006 ~ If I rhyme all the time, then I'll have rhymez in my writes, and if my writes have rhymez, then my writes will have might.
Into my music, I gotta do it. I'm talking in rhyme, hitten them notebooks. I'm penning faster than a court room typer types letters.
Rap iz all mental. Intellectual. From diary journals, to rap testimonials. Even if you have to many horror stories to tell, write them raps down till your funerell.
If I breach ya beach, I'll break ya beak for having bleak beliefs. So believe in the unseen beings, that's the key.
My name iz BLUR, the weirdest RAP-PER. I got many scars, and a big heart. I'm a paranard internet astronaut encompassing holy radars to roar like a quasar. I wanna reach sonar. - I wanna feed the beast inside me that never sleeps, lays dormant, seeps and creeps into my soul, deep.
THOUGHTS ~ While I'm creating, az long az I'm not claiming, to be something amazing, then why deface me?
Man, if I could put the energy I had yesterday...
For the first time I really enjoy being a rapper, and that to me is a HUGE Life Success!
Just did my abs and martial arts punching hard training. I gotta have the type of 12 pack abs that someone would break their fist if they punched.
PROCLAIM ~ Creating a rap gives me a natural high! Making videos gives me a natural high! Making someone laugh gives me a natural high! I'M AN ADDICT!
I feel like a bird that shit a white piece of bird shit................................I FEEL LIKE SHIT!
RHYMEZ ~ Somewhere in 2011 - A rap I wrote and posted to British Rapper, Amy Burns, AKA, "A Me B" - I like dat A Me B, She Amazes me, fram A to Z, Spiritwality, Personality. She be cooking dem rhymez in her bakery. She' Geometry, She is Poetry. She be hitten dem books like a burn book rally. I hope she ain't mad at me, I be tellin eet(it) like I, B, C, U, R=BEAUTY
FROM HERE DOWN - 2006 ~ If I rhyme all the time, then I'll have rhymez in my writes, and if my writes have rhymez, then my writes will have might.
Into my music, I gotta do it. I'm talking in rhyme, hitten them notebooks. I'm penning faster than a court room typer types letters.
Rap iz all mental. Intellectual. From diary journals, to rap testimonials. Even if you have to many horror stories to tell, write them raps down till your funerell.
If I breach ya beach, I'll break ya beak for having bleak beliefs. So believe in the unseen beings, that's the key.
My name iz BLUR, the weirdest RAP-PER. I got many scars, and a big heart. I'm a paranard internet astronaut encompassing holy radars to roar like a quasar. I wanna reach sonar. - I wanna feed the beast inside me that never sleeps, lays dormant, seeps and creeps into my soul, deep.
THOUGHTS ~ While I'm creating, az long az I'm not claiming, to be something amazing, then why deface me?
Man, if I could put the energy I had yesterday...
For the first time I really enjoy being a rapper, and that to me is a HUGE Life Success!
Just did my abs and martial arts punching hard training. I gotta have the type of 12 pack abs that someone would break their fist if they punched.
PROCLAIM ~ Creating a rap gives me a natural high! Making videos gives me a natural high! Making someone laugh gives me a natural high! I'M AN ADDICT!
Sunday, October 13, 2013
BLURZ OLD WRITINGZ: 2005/2006 Edition ~ PROBLEMZ/POT HEAD RHYMEZ/WASTE/TIME IZ AGAINST ME(Explicit Content)
"Woooooo, before you read this. Wow! Harsh realization of how far gone I was. How lost my soul was back then. Even worse is going to be when I make the short film reenactments of my past. I mean no offense, I've beyond changed, from beyond hopelessness, to almost redeemed, and GOD is EVERYTHING to me." - BLUR
MIND SHOULDN'T GO TO WASTE: They say the mind shouldn't go to waste, so I learned to make my thoughts rhyme as they come to me, source of control to organize as I race and pace, cause I'm crazed, why lay and die, fuel comes from hate.
I'm just a lunatic trying to keep his sanity!
POT HEAD RHYMEZ: Got a headache, making my mind shake. Stressed out, need to get baked. Ease the tension of this earthquake. Cause I'm walking thru the storm, not feeling norm, heart torn, trying to rebuild the soul, won't die, gonna grow old. I know my cards, and will not fold. Can't put life on hold, even though my sight's dizzy. I seen to much, but it ain't no crutch, the anger burns me up. The fire in this furnace is rising. I'm no gangsta, but I'm mutha fu(ken crazy, ain't slept in days, just blazed.
POT HEAD RHYMEZ: You're not corrupt, but who gives a fu(k? Don't hit the dutch, cause it's never enough to even stay satisfied. It's easier to flow on paper about your mind, that's been confined. There may come a time, when you're no longer at the bottom and things feel right. But never get your hopes up, because what goes up will eventually come down. Like Bruce Lee said, "Treat your assets like they're already broken.", don't send me the wrong vibe, cause I'll rip you apart to see what's inside. They call this "The free way to write." | I call this, "The way to stay alive forever." | Will this sh!t be hot? Probably not. But at least I admit that I suck, but I can't get any worse. Yeah, that's what's up. I'm searching for effortlessness. To control my madness as I try to live innocent. There's two ways to freestyle; there's acapella, or you can make a beat to follow. I'm a DIY, do it your self kinda guy, and I WILL NOT HIDE! But will appear by surprise. My head hurts! From writing so much, where carpal tunnel becomes my fuss. Pass that double dutch. Let's get sh!t faced and write Hip Hop! Wish the parents would fall asleep, so I can 'Plan and Plot', to make my goals for me, able to cop. Cop my goals, life got me feeling foul. I got a dirty mouth, and mind needs to be washed! My mind hurts! And I feel so burnt, how the fu(k can I recupe when I receive nothing but negative notions, drowning, floating dead in my minds fiery oceans.
8-9-2006 4:45 PM - Rhyme called: PROBLEMZ:
"I'm the most driven person you'll ever meet, but I don't know how to drive." - BLUR
Mutha fu(ken playas wanna talk about getting laid? Fu(k dat bullsh!t, I just wanna get SAGE! Slap a $%^& for sayen money don't buy happiness; tell that to the woman and daughter, they're homelessness. It would for me, help me feel free, independently, focus can help me see | reality of our species? | Fu(k financial pressure. Fat#er and Brot#er act like my life, "Don't add up.", doesn't measure. Fu(k them, and fu(k you to. Fu(k with me and your a$$ will be meeting my shoe. Need a boo? In my head know Theresa, few loose screws, past due. Pick and choose, CHOICES, odds state that I will lose. I'm bruised and confused, and yes, DAZED, stompin down this avenue like a true warrior, I'll stand tall, EVEN IF I FALL!(Wooooooo! My apologies. I don't even curse anymore. You can see how far gone I was back then. No offense to anybody. I was a lost soul.)
2005 - RAP/RHYME CALLED, "LIFE IS FU(KEN AGAINST ME"
Time is fu(ken against me, it's passed twelve O'clock, and I'm fu(ken drinken coffee. Man, what the fu(k is wrong with me, it's like I'm blind and can't see. Wander what will become of me?
Obviously something's wrong with me, I try to maintain, but I feel so insane. I know that I'm the one to blame, being alive feels lame, before I start, I kick my own a$$ out this game.
And I'm fu(ken raging mad, and it's fu(ken sad, I'm grinding my teeth they say you should be fu(ken glad for what you have, tried it, FAILED, didn't work. Now I'm raging on a note pad.
"But you're a nice guy!", I wanna fu(k somebody up. "But you have manners!", Thinkin about giving up. "You do what's right!", But it fu(ken feels wrong, YO, this ain't a song, one wrong move I'll be gone.
Short fuse is fuming, on fire, but my heart feels so cold, I got a death wish, fu(k it, I don't wanna grow old, let the path unfold, have no choice but to explode.
CORUS: Stress is rising to a boil, brain is coiled, feeling gritty like a fu(ken gargoyle, dowsed in hot oil, life is toiled; I'm think I'm ready to be under six feet of soil.
{Woo, that is some harsh, sad truth of how far gone, how much of a lost soul I was}
STEALING FROM A THRIFT STORE: Ya, I wanna be stylish, but I can't afford to buy clothes from the thrift. You know you're fu(ken ghetto when ya steel clothes from the thrift, it makes me sick, but at least I admit to it.
CONFUSED CONTEMPLATION: This apple fell far from the tree, but there's not an apple tree in site? There's no apple tree in the field, even? Hold on? Where did this apple come from?
7-11-2016 50/50 chance of living. Headz ya live, tailz ya die! Lethal Weapon.
DA ALI G SHOW: Sitting watching "The Ali G Show", sitten, drinken two 40 Oz's, tryen to get right, ya know.
"If there's fluff on the muff, she's old enough." ~ Ali G
WTF?
What's up with this blank page? Why is it blank? I ain't on my game, can't be anymore Frank. I JUST GOTTA MAKE IT! No time to flake it. I gotta lace sh!t DOWN, the right track. The right path. Coolness with a PH-Phat stack, and that's that. Watchen flicks cause I need a laugh.
MIND SHOULDN'T GO TO WASTE: They say the mind shouldn't go to waste, so I learned to make my thoughts rhyme as they come to me, source of control to organize as I race and pace, cause I'm crazed, why lay and die, fuel comes from hate.
I'm just a lunatic trying to keep his sanity!
POT HEAD RHYMEZ: Got a headache, making my mind shake. Stressed out, need to get baked. Ease the tension of this earthquake. Cause I'm walking thru the storm, not feeling norm, heart torn, trying to rebuild the soul, won't die, gonna grow old. I know my cards, and will not fold. Can't put life on hold, even though my sight's dizzy. I seen to much, but it ain't no crutch, the anger burns me up. The fire in this furnace is rising. I'm no gangsta, but I'm mutha fu(ken crazy, ain't slept in days, just blazed.
POT HEAD RHYMEZ: You're not corrupt, but who gives a fu(k? Don't hit the dutch, cause it's never enough to even stay satisfied. It's easier to flow on paper about your mind, that's been confined. There may come a time, when you're no longer at the bottom and things feel right. But never get your hopes up, because what goes up will eventually come down. Like Bruce Lee said, "Treat your assets like they're already broken.", don't send me the wrong vibe, cause I'll rip you apart to see what's inside. They call this "The free way to write." | I call this, "The way to stay alive forever." | Will this sh!t be hot? Probably not. But at least I admit that I suck, but I can't get any worse. Yeah, that's what's up. I'm searching for effortlessness. To control my madness as I try to live innocent. There's two ways to freestyle; there's acapella, or you can make a beat to follow. I'm a DIY, do it your self kinda guy, and I WILL NOT HIDE! But will appear by surprise. My head hurts! From writing so much, where carpal tunnel becomes my fuss. Pass that double dutch. Let's get sh!t faced and write Hip Hop! Wish the parents would fall asleep, so I can 'Plan and Plot', to make my goals for me, able to cop. Cop my goals, life got me feeling foul. I got a dirty mouth, and mind needs to be washed! My mind hurts! And I feel so burnt, how the fu(k can I recupe when I receive nothing but negative notions, drowning, floating dead in my minds fiery oceans.
8-9-2006 4:45 PM - Rhyme called: PROBLEMZ:
"I'm the most driven person you'll ever meet, but I don't know how to drive." - BLUR
Mutha fu(ken playas wanna talk about getting laid? Fu(k dat bullsh!t, I just wanna get SAGE! Slap a $%^& for sayen money don't buy happiness; tell that to the woman and daughter, they're homelessness. It would for me, help me feel free, independently, focus can help me see | reality of our species? | Fu(k financial pressure. Fat#er and Brot#er act like my life, "Don't add up.", doesn't measure. Fu(k them, and fu(k you to. Fu(k with me and your a$$ will be meeting my shoe. Need a boo? In my head know Theresa, few loose screws, past due. Pick and choose, CHOICES, odds state that I will lose. I'm bruised and confused, and yes, DAZED, stompin down this avenue like a true warrior, I'll stand tall, EVEN IF I FALL!(Wooooooo! My apologies. I don't even curse anymore. You can see how far gone I was back then. No offense to anybody. I was a lost soul.)
2005 - RAP/RHYME CALLED, "LIFE IS FU(KEN AGAINST ME"
Time is fu(ken against me, it's passed twelve O'clock, and I'm fu(ken drinken coffee. Man, what the fu(k is wrong with me, it's like I'm blind and can't see. Wander what will become of me?
Obviously something's wrong with me, I try to maintain, but I feel so insane. I know that I'm the one to blame, being alive feels lame, before I start, I kick my own a$$ out this game.
And I'm fu(ken raging mad, and it's fu(ken sad, I'm grinding my teeth they say you should be fu(ken glad for what you have, tried it, FAILED, didn't work. Now I'm raging on a note pad.
"But you're a nice guy!", I wanna fu(k somebody up. "But you have manners!", Thinkin about giving up. "You do what's right!", But it fu(ken feels wrong, YO, this ain't a song, one wrong move I'll be gone.
Short fuse is fuming, on fire, but my heart feels so cold, I got a death wish, fu(k it, I don't wanna grow old, let the path unfold, have no choice but to explode.
CORUS: Stress is rising to a boil, brain is coiled, feeling gritty like a fu(ken gargoyle, dowsed in hot oil, life is toiled; I'm think I'm ready to be under six feet of soil.
{Woo, that is some harsh, sad truth of how far gone, how much of a lost soul I was}
STEALING FROM A THRIFT STORE: Ya, I wanna be stylish, but I can't afford to buy clothes from the thrift. You know you're fu(ken ghetto when ya steel clothes from the thrift, it makes me sick, but at least I admit to it.
CONFUSED CONTEMPLATION: This apple fell far from the tree, but there's not an apple tree in site? There's no apple tree in the field, even? Hold on? Where did this apple come from?
7-11-2016 50/50 chance of living. Headz ya live, tailz ya die! Lethal Weapon.
DA ALI G SHOW: Sitting watching "The Ali G Show", sitten, drinken two 40 Oz's, tryen to get right, ya know.
"If there's fluff on the muff, she's old enough." ~ Ali G
WTF?
What's up with this blank page? Why is it blank? I ain't on my game, can't be anymore Frank. I JUST GOTTA MAKE IT! No time to flake it. I gotta lace sh!t DOWN, the right track. The right path. Coolness with a PH-Phat stack, and that's that. Watchen flicks cause I need a laugh.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
BLURZ FUNNY, "JOHN FOGERTY" RHYME ABOUT THE SONG, "PIGS CAN'T DANCE, BUT THEY'LL STEAL YOUR MONEY"(watch out or they'll rob you blind!)POLITIC PIGS & GOVERNEMT POLICE
(mini-verse) I remember John Fogerty as an 80's baby, and what he said stuck wit me, it set ABLAZE ME, said "Pigs can't dance, but they'll steal your money", but didn't realize till the 21st Century, (mini-chorus thingy)pigs be politicing, government be policing, wolves in sheeps fleecing, but we've got da nose, to smell ya shit, AND WE'RE NOT SELLING IT, so why you buying, YOUR OWN BULLSHIT??????(repeat TWICE)........hahaaaaaaaa
(6/6/2013)Copyright. Yeah right, copyright. Ga head steal it. It unorthodoxly MAKES NO SENSE-BLUR
(6/6/2013)Copyright. Yeah right, copyright. Ga head steal it. It unorthodoxly MAKES NO SENSE-BLUR
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
BLURZ OLD POETRY-From January 2007-Called, "I feel Framed"
Illuminating maneuvers, conflicted nervously, expressed - BLUR
The cloud formations spring insane. Walking in the Rain!
Sticks and braches lay dead and silent, as if we are one in the same.
In a World drenched of battered souls torn. DOES ANYONE KNOW MY NAME?
Stupid me, reigns inferior! But realize? Most likely images in picture frames.
I SPEAK TRUTH! Humanities Blame.
The cloud formations spring insane. Walking in the Rain!
Sticks and braches lay dead and silent, as if we are one in the same.
In a World drenched of battered souls torn. DOES ANYONE KNOW MY NAME?
Stupid me, reigns inferior! But realize? Most likely images in picture frames.
I SPEAK TRUTH! Humanities Blame.
Thursday, May 16, 2013
BLURZ-A POEM CALLED "FRAGMENTED MEMORIES"
My Life has come down to one thing? Abandonment! "IT ISN'T SO!", is what I'd tell my self. And every day, I'd lack ability. To let myself see, to really see, wouldn't matter what anyone else sees in me. I see my face, Despicable, but no, not so! And my repulsed response of what I had became, came back, haunting me, fragmented visions of my own face despising my own self, casting spells.....on my own self, hoping that I shatter to microscopic pieces. Feelings brought on by the realization that I could NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN! And that's the past me. And then dwelling in the realm of the unthinkable, I slip, slide, and suck myself into the vortexful dark realm of self pity. I'm lower than dust! At least dust is a particle, and that being a particale, the Universe needs dust. THAT'S HOW I FELT! Does any morsel of this existence even want me, or care? I'm nothing, and its torment, eternal torment. Mind Freaking, Soul depleted, the only ones I'm visible to are demons, and they want me, fiending. FAITH! Holy cow, faith...I still have faith(sigh of relief). I'll suffer for eternity than turn to the devil(THE BLUR VINCI CODE). And thru my self-seeking righteousness I've entered seemingly never ending human being immobilization, to self-pitied martyrdom suicidal death wished eternal damnation, to metamorphosized, rebirthed phased, to Reborning by the GODZ Resurrection phase.......Completed????? RELIEF!!!!! I MADE IT!
A "BLUR POEM" called "4EVA, NEVERMORE"(5/16/2013)
"4EVA, NEVERMORE" - Good Friday, as was Friday, as is Friday, as Friday could, as is, could be, as ever was. CAN'T DEFEND! No defense against a Broken Heart! I've been left vanished, as if I've become fog. MY LOVE MOVED ON! and I died. MY SKIES FELL! I yearned for death, as my eyes filled with watery agony. MY BELOVED MELANIE-NOOOOOOOOOOO! The unknowing premise of being a Human being. Why are we here? If what's it for, if its what's it for, if its for its may fare? From out from the Blue Heavens we must reach up. TRUST! But when Cupid came to us both, He reached back to pull out his first arrow, shot me thru my heart, BLOODY, went to reach for his second arrow for my beloved, AND IT WAS NOT THERE :( Left Lost in Love with Love Lost - 4EVA, NEVERMORE!
A "BLURZ OLD POEMZ" FROM 2006 CALLED, "SIMPLY PUT"
"SIMPLY PUT" - Feeling a scared! Nervous, fading into the minutes. Clocks ticking, buggies cricketing, head lights passing thru my window shade flickering. Eoooow! TO MUCH! Feeling like a vampire flung into the Sun? A dying breed. And to what? To what, I slave? Time running out. Running? Ticking, spacing, EXPANDING????? WHAT'S THE TRUTH? We all seek! One either seeks, or remains asleep. Wake or perish? Bout the clouds still float. Without or with, The rains still drop and drip. I once knew a boy who was seemingly invincible, died and became, invisible, to rise back up from the ashes with an invisibility cloak, plotting the day to be visible to the whole World-when the World is ready!!!!! THE PARADOX: Thru death, we became *FULLY ALIVE*(The Power of Contrast). The message was O' so clear? Throw away all fear(LOVE ALL)(BLUR VINCI CODEZ). Be a Ninja in the dark, for in that such a place, all that can be seen is light(energy). DO NOT FEAR THE DARKNESS! EMBRACE THE LIGHT!
A "BLURZ OLD POEM" FROM 2006 CALLED "FORWARD BACKWARDS EXPRESS"(Phillip Proses)
A mind that can not sit still. But still, feeding into these visions ill distilled passion thrilled drills. To reach a point of imagined unreal, still, pushin forward to break the seal, burdened by life's strife, bled from the Samurai, drained of fight, a blades un-flight, night without light, and yet, I still can't win, AFTER ALL THAT'S HAPPENED? Why make happenings happen, when all that's happened is happenings regardless of trying to stop things from happening? An against the grain up current revival of an archrivaled system unbridled????? And in the face of bare witnessing your own murder, horror filled gaspsess of excessive air, clusterphobic????? Defining definitions undefined! Mumbling words as I walk endlessly to my death. But if known, my words shall never rest! IF SHE'D ONLY'VE KNOWN WHAT SHE'D OF BEEN TO ME, AND NOT'VE KNOWN WHAT SHE IS TO ME? death of my heart.....and Time stills reelz on, continuumed. Onward March! Homeward Bound-HEAVEN! no worries! A TOAST! to pain. My only lonesome friend I know toooooo well. A bell toll that sounds to often. A familiarity without a family. An unbreakable friendship for the friendless. But Time has changed! And change happens effortless. So release control, if you ever hope to gain control. And the curse of Free Will will become a *GIFT* when you give it BACK to the *GODZ*. So what are you waiting for? Stop living backwards and hop on the Forward Express.
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
A BLUR POEM FROM MAY 1ST 2006 CALLED, "ERASE MY FEAR"
Dedicated to the 17 year old Girl erased off the face of the Earth due to doctors false mistakes.(that's what it says)
"ERASE MY FEAR" - Crazy days are well passed entering the insane, as I try, I lay in awe of the Mercy The GODZ have had on me, and the Life taken from One whom've never done wrong. So where do we go from here? Lost in Fear! Why do I have to feel, all these things I wish I could just erase? Can you see me clear? :0 ERASE MY FEAR! Why do you throw chances at me, glanced at, than deflected because they came at me to fast. I can't Believe what I've seen. And yet, thru my Death I still breath enough to scream, NOTHING FEELS RIGHT! To be thrown away with endless pain, GODZZZZZZ, EXPLAIN! So where do we go from here? Lost in Fear! Why do I have to feel, all these things I wish I could just erase? Can you see me clear? :0 ERASE MY FEAR!
"ERASE MY FEAR" - Crazy days are well passed entering the insane, as I try, I lay in awe of the Mercy The GODZ have had on me, and the Life taken from One whom've never done wrong. So where do we go from here? Lost in Fear! Why do I have to feel, all these things I wish I could just erase? Can you see me clear? :0 ERASE MY FEAR! Why do you throw chances at me, glanced at, than deflected because they came at me to fast. I can't Believe what I've seen. And yet, thru my Death I still breath enough to scream, NOTHING FEELS RIGHT! To be thrown away with endless pain, GODZZZZZZ, EXPLAIN! So where do we go from here? Lost in Fear! Why do I have to feel, all these things I wish I could just erase? Can you see me clear? :0 ERASE MY FEAR!
BLURZ OLD MINI POEM CALLED "FANTASY"(from 2006 Seafield Inpatient Drug and Alcohol rehab)(Phillip Proses)
"FANTASY" To Me, I Create all that I see before me. I See, that everything is make Believe. TIME, is thrown upon me, but will not effect who I really be, SPIRIT ME! So in the land of make Believe, laugh and smile at everything you see.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
BLUR: MAY 9TH 2006-WALKING MY STINKY DOG KING THRU THE DARK WOODS WITH HIM AS MY EYES, I FELT A DEMON, AND GOT SPOOKED
I can't believe I found this in a rhyme, I was blasting Linkin Park in my headphones, really intense(sober too-heehee), and I remember trying to face my fears of this world, and my dog got really spooked, hair raised-SO FREAKY SCARY! It's a mini Rhyme of a spring day back then, but I see the part with my dog. Hope you enjoy.BLUR
Sitting around more relaxed than ever! Careless, a spring of tide washes over the beach, expanding my mental, taking care of my dental(?what the?heehee).......Pigging out! Put the mindset in overdrive, nervousness depleted from it's usual effect, which feels GOD SENT, from overcoming an illness of constant stabs to my chest. A feeling, lost in Time. of Hopefulness returning, With candles burning? Speaking a different language, of a culture, not mine? Becoming Me(BLUR).......As poetry pours from the T.V., I drown myself with dining all night, as laughter took my sighs sight, I wonder how much longer can I put up a fight?........Walked my best friend(my dog KING)as paranoia sunk in. But still the night takes the fear, but twas the day that brought its return. Un-frightened of Nature, in the dark my DOG LEADS ME HOME, as the music reigns pure,,,,,,,,till another day!
BUGGED.......OUT! WHAT THE FREAK? And what about speaking the different language to a culture not mine? E.T.'S?
Sitting around more relaxed than ever! Careless, a spring of tide washes over the beach, expanding my mental, taking care of my dental(?what the?heehee).......Pigging out! Put the mindset in overdrive, nervousness depleted from it's usual effect, which feels GOD SENT, from overcoming an illness of constant stabs to my chest. A feeling, lost in Time. of Hopefulness returning, With candles burning? Speaking a different language, of a culture, not mine? Becoming Me(BLUR).......As poetry pours from the T.V., I drown myself with dining all night, as laughter took my sighs sight, I wonder how much longer can I put up a fight?........Walked my best friend(my dog KING)as paranoia sunk in. But still the night takes the fear, but twas the day that brought its return. Un-frightened of Nature, in the dark my DOG LEADS ME HOME, as the music reigns pure,,,,,,,,till another day!
BUGGED.......OUT! WHAT THE FREAK? And what about speaking the different language to a culture not mine? E.T.'S?
BLUR: A RHYME CALLED 300(like the movie) THAT I WROTE IN HARD TIMES WHEN I WAS IN FLORIDA LIVING ON MY OWN, STRUGGLING, AND POSSIBLY COMPLETELY INSANE?
Intro: We who are about to die, SALUTE YOU!
Too Peace, I'm out for war, the war's been waged, the blood and the gore, telling folk lore, to go and F%$K yourself, you are minor, I'll pound you out like a baby elf. The World ain't gonna end, this ain't over, can't you see that BLUR's obtained the four leaf clover. Ready to wage war on the globe, close your eye's visualize thru earlobes, explode, onto the scene the dreamer comes mean, extreme, when I can't sleep I hear voices scream, saying help me, souls fade around me, but I am protected cause the angels they surround me, boldly, go least where unexpected, taking giant leaps, but still so reckless, effected by the earths magnetic fields, my field of dreams will reign supreme when my soul reams, screaming out loud, pain strikes, kaplow, reevaluate your mental state, slow down, now speed it up, don't act corrupt with your fisticuffs, we ain't out for war, but we gotta be crushing bluffs,
STILL REMEMORIZING
Too Peace, I'm out for war, the war's been waged, the blood and the gore, telling folk lore, to go and F%$K yourself, you are minor, I'll pound you out like a baby elf. The World ain't gonna end, this ain't over, can't you see that BLUR's obtained the four leaf clover. Ready to wage war on the globe, close your eye's visualize thru earlobes, explode, onto the scene the dreamer comes mean, extreme, when I can't sleep I hear voices scream, saying help me, souls fade around me, but I am protected cause the angels they surround me, boldly, go least where unexpected, taking giant leaps, but still so reckless, effected by the earths magnetic fields, my field of dreams will reign supreme when my soul reams, screaming out loud, pain strikes, kaplow, reevaluate your mental state, slow down, now speed it up, don't act corrupt with your fisticuffs, we ain't out for war, but we gotta be crushing bluffs,
STILL REMEMORIZING
ALONE, IN THIS, ALONE: A crummy rhyme from Seafield South Hampton Drug and Alcohol Rehab years ago? 2006 BLUR
Blur says he wants to be alone. He says he does not care at all. But what can Time consume this time? A man with nothing to lose! So would you stand still? And let the pain pass by? No tears, because your Souls to dry? So can't you stand alone? And do just like you need to? There is no time to lose, because you've already lost, and can not be found at all. So you stare out blindly at "THINGS" you can't possibly understand, and never shall. And as the agonizing journey unfolds, as poetry drips from every pour, you reach acceptance of thee end.
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
BLURZ "NUMB LIKE A ZOMBIE" RAP SONG LYRICS BLUR(pHILLIp pROSEs) WEIRDEST RAPPER
OLD RHYMES:OUT WITH THE OLD-IN WITH THE NEW
INTRO: there was a Time, in My Life! When I was Numb. This goes out to that time!
CHORUS: Numb like a Zombie, I'm soaking it up like poppies(heroin) SORRY! I'm living a Life so Blurry, hold me down, Life's so scary. Run like a centipede, I hide away when I'm so Lonely, pick me up, can anyone see me, hold me down, life's so scary.
Verse 1: Gotta let go of the past, if I can not, It will catch up fast like Flash. If I could just rewind the tape, It's A.D.H.D. so I'm far to late. Digging in my brain for a Genius, zenith,
CHORUS: Numb like a Zombie, I'm soaking it up like poppies(heroin) SORRY! I'm living a Life so Blurry, hold me down, Life's so scary. Run like a centipede, I hide away when I'm so Lonely, pick me up, can anyone see me, hold me down, lifes so scary.
I'll be buggen in yoo face like a ninja, I will singya, eat your babies for dinner. I'm insane and I've got the proof, my files so large it goes passed the roof, and it doesn't stop there, I will produce a terrorist scare, just from my stare, out my dungeon, off the ball and chain I can barely function, heart rate pumping, writing scrolls on the bowl, don't need to thaw, I'm just to cold, leave me alone, I'm just kidding I feed off of hate, I'm a new breed leach consuming my fate,
I don't have full memory yet of my old rhymes-they comen back
INTRO: there was a Time, in My Life! When I was Numb. This goes out to that time!
CHORUS: Numb like a Zombie, I'm soaking it up like poppies(heroin) SORRY! I'm living a Life so Blurry, hold me down, Life's so scary. Run like a centipede, I hide away when I'm so Lonely, pick me up, can anyone see me, hold me down, life's so scary.
Verse 1: Gotta let go of the past, if I can not, It will catch up fast like Flash. If I could just rewind the tape, It's A.D.H.D. so I'm far to late. Digging in my brain for a Genius, zenith,
CHORUS: Numb like a Zombie, I'm soaking it up like poppies(heroin) SORRY! I'm living a Life so Blurry, hold me down, Life's so scary. Run like a centipede, I hide away when I'm so Lonely, pick me up, can anyone see me, hold me down, lifes so scary.
I'll be buggen in yoo face like a ninja, I will singya, eat your babies for dinner. I'm insane and I've got the proof, my files so large it goes passed the roof, and it doesn't stop there, I will produce a terrorist scare, just from my stare, out my dungeon, off the ball and chain I can barely function, heart rate pumping, writing scrolls on the bowl, don't need to thaw, I'm just to cold, leave me alone, I'm just kidding I feed off of hate, I'm a new breed leach consuming my fate,
I don't have full memory yet of my old rhymes-they comen back
BLURZ "This is a Story" Old Rhyme with many F-Bombs(the F-word, the F-word) GOD you can't be to careful with the word bomb, can ya
OLD SONGS: OUT WITH THE OLD-IN WITH THE NEW
(CHORUS) This, this is a story. This this is the story of a mess! This, this is a shorty. Sure to leave your brain in a mess! This, this ain't no fable, I'm willing and able to fu(k things up! And I am stable, stable enough to self-destruct!
My Life is fu(ked up, can you relate? Can anyone out there relate for goodness sake. I'm alone, I'm in this on my own, much less preferred, throw a dog a freaken bone, generosity unknown. But I gotta keep my head up high, high as the fu(ken sky, WHY? Cause if my chins down low to the ground you can kiss my @SS goodbye, cause I'm not good with choices. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. And I lost my head, to many times probably left it back in special ed? But that doesn't mean I'm dumb, doesn't mean I'm scume, just means I'm to fu(ken numb. To numb for your attack, leave you flabbergasted ya'll better run. I'm not thru having fun, does of insanity, in by the ton. But I want to change! But change ain't cheap when you are a psycho bum?
(CHORUS) This, this is a Story. This, this is the Story of a mess! This, this is a shorty. Sure to leave your brain in a mess! This, this ain't no fable, I'm willing and able to fu(k things up! And I am stable, stable enough to self-destruct!
I'm a drunk, I'm a druggie, zoned like a mummy, and I failed sobriety. So many stints in rehabs, jails, and psych wards that I should win an emmy. I'm my own worst enemy, 4 of me quadruple personality. I'm not pulling your chain, I'm fu(ken deranged, this boys just not sane. Lokk at me, who's the maddest of em all? Mirror, mirror, mirror, fu(k you, I got balls. Gained them from pain, strolling thru hell. Acid in the brain from my days in a cell. Oh well, my brain swells, night-sweats, remember back in the day I use to blood-let.
Don't have full memory yet
(CHORUS) This, this is a story. This this is the story of a mess! This, this is a shorty. Sure to leave your brain in a mess! This, this ain't no fable, I'm willing and able to fu(k things up! And I am stable, stable enough to self-destruct!
My Life is fu(ked up, can you relate? Can anyone out there relate for goodness sake. I'm alone, I'm in this on my own, much less preferred, throw a dog a freaken bone, generosity unknown. But I gotta keep my head up high, high as the fu(ken sky, WHY? Cause if my chins down low to the ground you can kiss my @SS goodbye, cause I'm not good with choices. I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. And I lost my head, to many times probably left it back in special ed? But that doesn't mean I'm dumb, doesn't mean I'm scume, just means I'm to fu(ken numb. To numb for your attack, leave you flabbergasted ya'll better run. I'm not thru having fun, does of insanity, in by the ton. But I want to change! But change ain't cheap when you are a psycho bum?
(CHORUS) This, this is a Story. This, this is the Story of a mess! This, this is a shorty. Sure to leave your brain in a mess! This, this ain't no fable, I'm willing and able to fu(k things up! And I am stable, stable enough to self-destruct!
I'm a drunk, I'm a druggie, zoned like a mummy, and I failed sobriety. So many stints in rehabs, jails, and psych wards that I should win an emmy. I'm my own worst enemy, 4 of me quadruple personality. I'm not pulling your chain, I'm fu(ken deranged, this boys just not sane. Lokk at me, who's the maddest of em all? Mirror, mirror, mirror, fu(k you, I got balls. Gained them from pain, strolling thru hell. Acid in the brain from my days in a cell. Oh well, my brain swells, night-sweats, remember back in the day I use to blood-let.
Don't have full memory yet
BLURRY VISSIONZ RHYME(BLUR-pHILLIp pROSEs)still rememorizing-I've been thru some shit-Cut me some slack!
Blurry Visions, stepping in to cause a collision, on the television, that's where I plan to be, Viacom, broadcast, infiltrate, GLOBALLY? This is what I see, don't blame me, must be one of them "whatchamacallits" DESTINY? This Wizardry, keeps hitting me, how I survived, I'm Alive, it's a Mystery. Quiz me! On the skills like Kill Bill, my name is Philly Prozak and I don't need a pill, I don't need chill, I'm about to snap, I'm gonna rap till my spat is zapped, or brain splats! BLUR the Ghost! Brain is toast! Fried yolks, but the stem is stoked, I take notes.
STILL RE-MEMORIZING
STILL RE-MEMORIZING
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