trust is just a word i heard
like lust is far preferred to honesty
turn this out of me
probably lost my soul to the ink on a page
or graphite since i write with a pencil
righteously fight like the grapes of wrath
i chose my path and drew a bath
because it’s past the time where i can define
a new skill set without a pill yet
i try
cuz i’m not a personable guy
staring down at my still blank page
never know if i should flow about love, life or rage
and i feel our minds are enslaved
and the deranged changed the face of the pain
i watched the same shame puncture your veins
but if you’re plain complaining offers nothing to gain
the voting machine’s are hacked
our education’s held back
we’re told we’re free
in fact
most of us believe it
but that doesn’t mean my dream
of true equality
will never be perceived as how it all should be
intentionally treacherous then suddenly soft
being publicly perilous gets you cut off
like disease in trees spreading with ease
bringing crowds to their knees with tear gas
with bigger crowds begging “please
gas these assholes they’ve got bad intent”
the constitution was burned with overwhelming consent
the shell – 7/2007
i’m broke
living without hope
a shell of a man with no plan provoked
it’s hard to step to improve my life
my motivational trip resides inside
it doesn’t take much
did i even try
and i cried as i walked beside
the life i contrived into a lie
so shallow was i to think i could hide
but now i see this man is me
my past actions just distracting til this one day comes
where the sun show paths
previously cast in shadows
across my soul
as i become whole again
finally see some involvement
and each installment
leaves me cautious for more
alone on the shore
taking in the view
and energies so pure
that i need freedom to decide
whether i’m dead or i’m alive
poem 5/9/2014
where has the spark in me gone
somewhere
inside the calm
churning and turning
and carrying on
lost in my head, lust in my heart
somewhere
two worlds drift apart
blossoms and bosoms
the beginnings of art
can you find in you a brightness
somewhere
between the tightness
released and at peace
feeling a lightness
and the trickle of water sounds
somewhere
love abounds
with curves and smooth words
in sky, and on ground
but all is not lost
here
whats the cost
passion or poison
or souls on a cross
The Grouch – Some People
I used to have love and now I can’t stand this fool
This couldn’t have happened even if I planned it to
Friends for life on a spectrum so wide
Nobody works perfect believe me, I tried
But when two worlds collide you gotta give somethin’
Take a step back and learn to live humble
You know pride, it’ll eat you up inside
And all that self-pity will turn your whole world shitty
I’m on old girl’s titty tryin’ to hang on, dearly
Live days sincerely and see both sides clearly
There’s no room to build enemy ships
Especially out of old friends, when’ll we quit?
Went from penalty kicks to it don’t mean shit
Ridiculousness actin’ like bitches at this age
Being. Turn the page pout quit actin’ like a child
Are are you wild up and ready to be petty? that’s a heart breaker
Well i’ll be the charge taker and make sure it don’t happen in the future
Extend my hand while you cryin’ like a rooster
Damn, dig up the root and be a man
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (yeah)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves, man
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (y’know?)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves
You gotta move on, move on, move on, move on
Move on, move on, move on, move on
Man move on, move on, move on, move on
Woman move on, move on, move on
With every stroke of the clock it’s more precious
Who could fully understand the growth of a child
More or less this innocence exposed free form
No mold, to experience livin’ in possibilities
I hold, visions in my head I wanna spread to these children
Before they get sidetracked, what sport are you wieldin’?
And im not talkin’ about shieldin’
What’s in the glass? or comin’ half ass?
Me I don’t really want the last laugh
Just to be lapped and on my last leg
Because somebody else is passin’ up the mark that I made
Turnin’ dark to light or bark to bite
Blindfolded client and all without a fight
Im all about in the night tryin to kick down the demons
With my big sound screamin like he-man
Fuck the power of grace go to my skull is great
Everyday all day I’m a never fall prey
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (yeah)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves, man
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (y’know?)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves
You gotta move on, move on, move on, move on
Move on, move on, move on, move on
Man move on, move on, move on, move on
Woman move on, move on, move on
Your body is a tool, mind is too
Shape them well, feed them the finest food
If knowledge is power then most of us are bustlers
It’s easy to be that you’ve got to tussle with the fact
Bring yourself back to the essence
Make your presence felt when you’re there and you’re stressin’ your points
Put oil on your joints kill the t.v
Deal with people face to face
If you don’t believe me join the race
Flow some oxygen through the brain
Remember that you learned and apply it so you gain
Drop dame on a lame and later he’ll be walkin
Chalk it up is just choppin on frozen options
Never frozen cause we are the chosen
Bout to set it in motion and keep coastin
Keep coastin, keep coastin, keep coastin
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (yeah)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves, man
Some people get better with time
And some people have a hard time (y’know?)
Some people, they age like wine
And other people, they can’t find themselves
You gotta move on, move on, move on, move on
Move on, move on, move on, move on
Man move on, move on, move on, move on
Woman move on, move on, move on
Mystik Journeymen – SWEAT (Feat. Murs & The Grouch) – Lyrics by brb
this song always helps me think about whats important. i couldn’t find the lyrics anywhere, so this is what i was able to come up with. if anyone has any corrections please let me know.
{sunspot jonz}
you got to sweat it out let it out
move it out do it out
break it out let it out
do it slow
whatchu know?
whatchu sho
on the m-i n to the d
you ain’t fucking with me
like my ex girlfriend
express psychologies with whom degrees are bunk(?)
keys to the underground krunk(?)
where we rock it down rough
rock it down rough rough
rock it down rough rough
rock it down
open to L.A.
i ? on the under california sun rays
holidays on written static(?)
play ink run and raise the world
think
if you feel the drama
think
if you love yourself
think
if you wanna make a difference
make a different outlook
if you wanna be a crook steal the days that it took
to get the family where they at
hit the hails, tip the scales, shift the handrails
to round up you’re a tell
5’2″ is too short
every time i’m on a plane
i think like i’m not going to make
but i can’t let fear break me
and take my pride
did no lie til the day i day
it’s a family affair like sly
{luckyiam}
since the mercury rose
the crowds explode
below the heat rose to the door in force
Brainstorms rainstorm
figure out the riddle
i’ve proven good clothes
and choose they staff the piddle
they fiddle with the monitor
i monitor the baby worso(?)
partake in endo with other
if you wonder a window i do begin in
and i win in a 5 percent an i’m bending my will power
pretending living and giving my all
attractive women they getting to get with legends
effortless effortless
isn’t how it should be
come on people could we
have little moment of your precious time
sweat it out earth and in the afterlife
{the grouch}
i’ma let these toxins out
because there ain’t no way i can get high
off of hotboxing doubt
fear and negativity
living inside me is an art
i don’t gotta kick start
like a water drip mark
i make imprints in time
indents on your mind with the simplest of rhyme
i’m digging a ditch to bury treasure in
measuring up over my last and resolve to self pleasurin
whose up for betterin the planet with a slick-out
look-on situation so familiar you’re like damm it i feel ya
sweat drips down my brow
i’m accomplished now
i’m not swamped it’s a challenge to make it happen
you need a balance to feel my rapping
killer adapting skill never fiat?
prefer the feeling of space
i’m still in a place of living for the love
giving what i got
and sweating up above
{murs}
it’s like yes sir
murs’ freshest red single
with the mic spread eagle
so you know I have to bless her
money shot
luckyiam
to be standin with the grouch on a track made by sunspot
making magic, wreaking havoc on the live stage
hooked with e an a at 18 was my age
3 years away from legal
3 years away from evil
raise the ignorance level
and i might have to see you
but i think not
you let your mind drip
i think straight shots
more valuable than gold
cuervo i downed it
with my family surrounded
don’t feel i’m being punished
just because i’m underground
in five years i’ve restricted my tears
and afflictions like fear was my addiction
staying clear of the friction
don’t need no static
cuz when you fall off and lose it
we still gonna have it