Don’t let those demons shame you 
I hope that hope hope can save you 
fuck that god we used to pray to 
he left the world to slay you 
I know the pain it changed you 
It fucking changed me too 
lots of death and anger 
to hastily graze through 
the memories strain it’s pretty painful 
sitting with selfish hatred in plain view 
life expecting you to play through 
estranged moves, life it caged you 
stay tuned, at least the art stayed true 
you changed to a ghost from different angles 
shadows drowning, found in addition 
admission, lonely minutes 
plus wars of attrition 
fighting friction inside the sickness 
I’ve tried to be there from a distance 
returning the support system 
like you did for me when I had the same visions 
the clock is ticking, now you’re playing chicken 
putting out fires in Hell’s Kitchen 
my heart is liquid 
hoping to get a call or message 
so we find the leverage to get reconnected 
I miss your love and friendship 
wishing I could share my successes 
emerging from the trenches 
see you on the next bender 
always remember, no matter what 
I’ll love you forever 

this is for my brother 
walking through the dark days 
this is for my brother 
fighting through the the dark ways 
this is for my brother 
fighting through the hard days 
this is for my brother 
walking through the hard ways 
this is for my brother

Once bought a tec with a body on it 
it took a life, I put a profit on it 
soldier of crooks and books 
threw some knowledge on it 
penning street topics 
graduated to drum loops and polyphonics 
pen and pad, watch me molly wop it 
getting high before the Bulls & SuperSonics 
live from game six 
after souls of friends lift to the abyss 
codes of streets switched 
in my world there was no Good Day blimp 
sick of death didn’t want to be next 
smoked out against the headrest 
reflect on the temptress, feeling neglect 
wondering if… 
the seed in her belly is mine or his? 
infatuation came and 
turned my life into graduation day 
looking to get paid 
now my daughter’s walking 
I start stocking my pockets 
with dough and logic from hydroponics 
no more nonsense, you fuck with mine 
you get to kiss the glock tip

Drawn from a broken stencil 
my end view is in the rear view 
endeared through as a stolen rental 
focused mental pushes my physical mettle 
dreams of bio mechanical metal 
fed through my exoskeleton 
tattoos scribed on my skin 
to distract from my melanin 
pain swings like an anchored pendulum 
molecular structures of muscles 
hustles down a beaten path 
my face hides the pain 
underneath an uneven mask 
every day my strength is leaving fast 
reaching for the flask and pain pills 
my souls crushed, the pain kills 
my brain aims faith at the strained ills 
my body is an anvil 
steps are mountains climbing up an anthill 
sleep is a scant thrill, crawling to a stand still 
my fight against the chronic pain 
is done with moxie, every second mocks me 
coupled with cerebral palsy 
the countdown to death haunts me 
moments of relief taunt me 
in a hospital bed on the mend, breaths paltry 
the sun rises again 
feeling saucy after sponge baths 
return to the streets ducking gun claps 
whatever god owes me, he better run that 
in the next life, I want a stunt man 
until then, I’m in a psychotic stance 
hoping to rebuilt as a bionic man

Came home with 150 in my pocket 
starting over, heartbroken and jobless 
fighting depression and logic 
surviving in hell’s mosh pit 
clean slate locked in, clock tick tockin 
pain was coming of age 
while my demons played 
in the blood of the slain 
images of failure burned in my brain 
never feeling worthy of praise 
freed from my cage 
smoke and mirrors 
plus liquid courage fueled my rage 
burned both sides of the flame 
fed game because I was told 
the heavens were there to uplift you 
not pin you beneath the surface 
waiting for the real world 
to up the heat on the furnace 
couldn’t find service in churches 
that shit made me nervous 
well wish wishes coming from lurkers 
my souls murdered 
seconds tick as currency 
to pay off the death merchants 
stay behind the turret 
to avoid the slaughter 
failed my label, failed my daughter 
smothered by my father and mother 
I became a ghost in the shell 
in his own personal hell 
inhabited by another person 
a different version 
kissed by bliss and ignorance 
while I’m left alone to lift 
the generational curses 
while I suffer in silence 
and pretend everything is perfect 
amongst the suckers in the soul circus

My cat reached out to touch me 
feeling punchy, loops dusty 
suckers always talking about moves 
I’m trying to get rich in my house shoes 
life exposed over down grooves 
concrete jungles are renowned news 
it’s too late for you 
if gun shots are sound proof 
muggy junkie brown tooth 
quiet moves, pen loud truth 
endowed roots, cinema reel spoken 
I’m poetry in motion 
Ice Cube hittin the three wheel motion 
Iron Trojan, money isn’t evil 
it’s the hands attached to the enemy 
flow changer 
spittin, no brainers like a Kennedy 
speak in a semi speech 
like Pharaohe Monch flow patterns 
closed caption bone shatter 
catching shots from chrome blasters 
hold a gold chain flow masters 
went from broke bastard to so lavish 
closing out old chapters 
dreams to retire on the beach 
flow silky smooth, Magnifique

Chewbacca Chief Rocka 
Han Solo fur coats 
God body wisdom windmills 
my odd body churns smoke 
bloodline is Mexican birthed dope 
sun signs burns scope 
hope hangs on by a thin rope 
my skin is cream sin soaked 
cash rules everything around me 
past moves, god forgot about me 
scream loudly as stress overtakes 
struggling to pay rent 
wondering where the day went 
stay bent, no other choices 
to smother out the voices 
once the voice of the voiceless 
bullets cancel out the noises 
drowning out my voice pitch 
of course it’s surviving crash courses 
torches coincide with rhymes like dimes 
keep a box cutter on the center line 
for when I open up minds 
with my Operation Doomsday 
copulation soufflé eases the mood pain 
I wrote this to dead bent 
won’t stop until I get every red cent

Lamon said write a kama sutra 
of pizza eating positions 
back went out again, vicious 
got nothing to go on but intuition 
outliving God so I have the last sentence 
fuck a last word, pen burns hallucinogenic 
words so prophetic, after it’s over 
me and the heavens became telekinetic 
forever indebted to my indexes 
visions of my grandmother injecting medicine 
screaming protect your melanin 
jail cellin’ it, spiritual celibate 
death bed ridden sin 
loving the pain my soul was written in 
bathing in tears my heart is sitting in 
expressing my rage through rekindled pens until my end 
transcend doldrums pumped in brain stems 
falling in love with my shot gun limp 
from the land of marks and pimps 
selling my story with a sharkish grin 

Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah) 
Get on down, get on down 
Just me and my demons (yeah)

Multi syllabic christenings 
school of Raebonics for the win 
spitting blood against the wind 
searching for the fire within 
Autonomy Music spins within A Trains 
into Manhattan, Fantastic Damage 
padded for the pain junkies and addicts 
hiding from sunlight, crying in the mattress 
Air Maxes, fire and matches 
matches the desire to pull ourselves higher 
black and brown sires ripped from their thrones 
souls spun through the globe 
as their identity is bled from their throats 
guns in the overcoat 
collecting souls for the ghosts 
starting wars from the money post 
PTSD from the concrete rose, 
I arose to new heights, fight or flight 
back packing with my demons 
in the dead of night, out of sight 
living this life, living this life

I only rocked Blackhawk jerseys for the trash talk 
brash walk, machetes and hack saws 
I never gave a fuck about Stanley Cups 
duck bullets that blew death kisses 
breath hinges on hisses, then misses 
shape shiftin’, change pitches 
blades kill some 
while others inhale gun smoke 
in Deadpool’s like Wade Wilson 
Guillotine got its seeds 
from Company Flow & EPMD 
we are the lineage others pretend to be 
blood on the crown with the head 
as the center piece 
bars bang like a dusted car chase 
when Angel took a chainsaw 
to the head in Scarface 
linguistics are gangster scientific 
end your career in a New York minute 
going for the finish 
to be amongst the greatest ever listed 
from Chitown to SINY 
in the end I leave your neck severed 
screaming Wu Tang Forever 
injected with the blood of legends

I’m just pieces of a broken man 
from a broken system and broken land 
smoking aces, fired from a potent hand 
quoted love songs from an open land 
fighting what this world has come to 
lightning striking quick because fate 
it wants to love you from its bubble 
saving me from drowning and going under 
frozen winters turned to focused summers 
hopeless visions cloaked in hope is 
peeling back emotions through hosted muses 
smelling roses, my mind is lighting fuses igniting fighting music 
auto pilot driving lucid to my life’s conclusion 
thankful for feeling movement 
forgiving God for being mostly ruthless 
besides my daughter and a few others 
it’s mostly putrid 
stolen moments laying in my death bed fearless 
with the reaper as my kindred spirit 
no matter what stand tall 
because they can’t kill us all

I wear my scars as armor 
a product of bars and smoke parlors 
tattoos reflect sin of a martyr 
daily me and god bartered 
on whether or not 
I should fold or walk harder 
born under Carter, my era was made famous 
by the pain Reagan painted 
feeling shamed and caged in 
the streets were a haven 
moving through slums searching for crumbs 
a genetic dump my limp said 
I was too young to walk with shotgun pumps 
Mexican born, I held a crown of thorns 
feeling the scorn of not speaking Spanish 
I gravitated to hip hop and black kids 
they understood and made my pain vanish 
being included in the movement 
made me feel super human 
it gave me protection from having my weakness dissected 
words I projected became representation 
for the anger and anguish 
felt by my neighborhood nation 
wishing I could save them all 
with peace and salvation