my roommate thinks that nothing is realand human emotion’s not something you feelour bodies are atoms drawn at randomimpulse stimuli action reactionatoms spark to form wonders in impossible numberswhat you call life is storms of molecule clustersyou don’t hear sound you interpret wavesinternal vibrations make the words in your brainyour hurt and your pain sent in circuits and chains thenyou learn to obey them or you Kurt Cobain themsplurge your paycheck to forget where the day wentand return to the place where the gibberish makes sensea junkie or a patient a corner or officewhat difference is it really if you get them from doctors?got our beliefs higher minds cos we’re humanbut that mind is just tissue your life is a rubricevolution didn’t improve us it just changed our statethere’s no relative value between a man and an apethe advancements we make are just changes in directionand the chances we take are arranged in a methodfate is the way it is we’re watching it happenpacing past pages pausing with chaptersyou will die along with everyone you knowyour body is matter and will soon decomposeevery empire falls each dynasty diesand when this clicks is when you’ve finally arrived

welcome to life…this is all there is how will you live?shine bright with the lights or fade with the music?cut frays from the loose ends amends with enemiessail the seven seas and assume new identities?produce the remedy capture it in a flaskgrasp the glass in your hand drink it back fastpast your lips right over your tonguelet it rush down your throat let it soak in your bloodit’ll open you up to new aspects of madnessif you have that passion to establish a habitpractice magic granted with a pen and a padraid medicine cabinets then head back to the labwith a packet of raps single bars and ideastry to carve art out of dreams and nightmarescut out the canvas til the view is panoramic360 degrees into English from Sanskritmics up lights up when I bust my stuffeyes shut I write stuff guys love like Fight Clubthis is not market target audience popor rap that’s money girls ice and rocksstuff has to stop it’s hip hop’s monotonyas I bring the rock like Shirley Jackson’s The LotteryI jotted it down getting this off the groundyou got shot in the mouth but what are you talking about?catastrophe is happening it’s upon us nowmy heart’s dark with thoughts of problems I’ve foundit’s 2pacalypse now where’s Chris Wallace now?their vision is missing in this monotonous soundlost but it’s found now the message is backintelligent rap packed like breakfast at Stackscarry cavalry weapons is pen and a padsnakes can’t rattle me I spit this venomous rap with sentences that help replenish the craftthe way that it is is the way I’m telling it asI’m dwelling on pasts pretend I’m having a blastnaw scratch that last rap send it back to the laball the attention I have time to focus it herebreathe in deep get my head open and cleargrab the pen grit the teeth write the rap get it hotit’s happening this is me mic in hand I never stoptell the wizard to come out of his curtainyou and your songs are not the same personwe’re tired of these attempts at deceptioncontrived and conceived impress with your messageI jotted it down getting this off the groundyou got shot in the mouth but what are you talking about?catastrophe is happening it’s upon us nowmy heart’s dark with thoughts of problems I’ve foundit’s 2pacalypse now where’s Chris Wallace now?their vision is missing in this monotonous soundlost but it’s found now the message is backintelligent rap packed like breakfast at Stackscarry cavalry weapons is pen and a padsnakes can’t rattle me I spit this venomous rap with sentences that help replenish the craftthe way that it is is the way I’m telling it asI’m dwelling on pasts pretend I’m having a blastnaw scratch that last rap send it back to the laball the attention I have time to focus it herebreathe in deep get my head open and cleargrab the pen grit the teeth write the rap get it hotit’s happening this is me mic in hand I never stoptell the wizard to come out of his curtainyou and your songs are not the same personwe’re tired of these attempts at deceptioncontrived and conceived impress with your messagesome see rap as a chance to cash inwith their standard stand-up throw your hands up anthemsformulas and fashions iPods in actionimagine relaxing with my song blasting battles aren’t wars but I use Che’s tacticsmy passion’s unfathomed like Catholics on aciddid that catch your eye like Passion of the Christ?cos I’m going this alone just like Catcher in the Ryetap into your mind reaching for the deepest piecesI’m the type of guy who thinks in rhyme but do you think with reason?on the brink of genius trying to outdrink collegiates with reasons egregious that you choose to agree withlike preacher believers your logic is flawedthere’s no freedom at all without due process of lawthis is moshpit raw I write down and raise eyebrowsthere’s a felon in the White House searching third worldhideoutsthe archetype sound that leads new movementsmusic produced with two fists and a blueprintthe Crystal kid is ripping it adrenaline is kicking in his energy’s ridiculous think Icarus on Ritalin don’t stick on little things your boy is poised and on topicsort points from the context like coins in your pocketso much noise in the nonsense perfect change is uncommonclean breaks take place in bungee cords and condomsso do you follow your calling or best dollar options?from cradles to coffins we’re raised while we’re fallingclose your eyes hold your breath grab the sheets tense up tightopen wide you overslept it’s not a dream this is lifeturn the lights up

it’s crazy the way things change on the dailyamazing that babies even make it to eighteencos lately the same things have kept me up waitingif you’re alive but forsaken and you drive when it’s rainingyour entire life’s arrangement is breaking into piecesfly your Prius over the median and you can’t believe itthe impact loud glass cracked you blacked outyou’re covered in glass now eyes shut not passed outyour clothes are soaked almost comatosecar windows closed but you were thrown to the roadyour head started bleeding it’s getting hard breathingthink “I hope people see me on such a dark evening”your legs lost feeling but there’s nothing to doyou hear someone screaming and you wonder if it’s youthen a whispered noise comes from the center of your headin a sinister voice this is what it saidI’ve been watching you stalking you since you walked to schoolIn your dreams it’s me you see I’m the one haunting youI wear no costume when I walk up on you I’ll leave you wheezing tubes in your nostrilsimpossible? that’s not true don’t know who you’re talking to?hospitals respond to you after I’ve conquered youI’m responsible for Biggie and Pac Amaru I’m Death the fallen angel the son unprodigalroll over to the shoulder let your neck direct your headyour hands are getting colder as they press against cementstart to sweat Death’s breathon your neckyou ever imagine what’d happen when you’re next?are lists being kept? will your name arrive soon?will the side of the parkway be the site of your tomb?you’d like to know soon as you see sirens spina mother shudders covers eyelids of kidsthey can’t handle this ambulance at the accidentthe captain’s asking “how did this happen?”you want a doctor not this awkward talking copasking your name and you can’t move your jawambulance is rushing paramedics runningEMTs yelling “support his head for concussion”all of a sudden you’re up on a rackthe doors are thrown open and you’re thrust in the backbleeding through the sheets attempt apologiesstutter out a muttered “all the blood I’m sorry”sharp turns hurt your spine trying to sleep on the drivebut this guy keeps shining this light in your eyes “how many fingers is this?” you think you see sixtry to sign a release slip but you can’t even read itjust think of all the secrets that could die with younever leave your mind if your life is throughlook around the place you’re surrounded by peopleIVs in your veins but you don’t feel the needlesvision gets blurry your hearing stops working your toes and fingers get a tingling and burningan amazing sensation cold turns into warmclose your eyes see yourself back when you’re fourchristmas morning unwrapping giftsyour picture frame family was so happy to liveremember the weather on those snowed in daysthe smell of summer and the way winter tastesLittle League games childhood limelightmom’s warm embrace and dad’s smiling high fivesthe stories they read each night before bedthe money they gave so you could go out with friends the school year’s end the sound of that bellthe first day of summer and the way it all feltyour best friend in first grade your favorite birthdaybackseat to the movies they drove you on your first dateeverything you knew that you could never forgetnever regret with just a few seconds leftthere’s a tunnel ahead with a light at the endlast chance to repent as your feet take their steps no one likes to leave itnever feels rightbut as your mind winds down it’s silent and white

Theres no such thing as a harmless jokeand no such thing as a gentle toketheres no such thing as Panama JackWhos got the crack?whos got the crack..whos got the crack..whos got the cracki am a goatin a moatwith a boatWhos got the crack?whos got the crack..whos got the crack..whos got the cracki like it when my hair is poofyi like it when you slip me a roofyi like it when youve got the crackWhos got the crack?whos got the crack..whos got the crack..whos got the cracki wanna be a hippy but i forgot how to loveits hard to be a garbage man when a sailor stole my glovei wanna be reckless but im feeling so uptight (Id rather be reckless than rockless)put your mama...put your mama in a headlock!whos got the crack?whos got the crack..whos got the crack..whos got the crack..not you thank the lord.

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it was back last August first week in the cityI hear “welcome to college” but I’m barely listeningI had strangers for neighbors names in my headforgetting and guessing good try try again she was pacing down the bricks I was waiting on the lawnas I caught a half glance pause from across the quadand she walked right by her friend stopped to talkso she waited in the background of college walkwe lived wide-eyed days and half-awake nightscoy and punch drunk with the girl from KYshe had a new nose piercing I had a cartilage earringmaking new flames while the smoke was still clearingthis appears be the kind of thing that could happenlong-term hard-earned the start to a chapterso as I say your name and you’re drifting offI’m near your ear and I sing this song it goes…Dont do it on purpose but you make me shakeNow I count the hours til you wakeWith your babys breath breathe symphonyCome on sweet catastropheWell maybe this time I can follow throughI can feel complete stop paying duesStop the rain from falling keep my ocean calmThis time I know nothings wrong

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And when I work hard all day longI tell you what, it don't bother me nohow,'Cause how could anything ever go wrongWhen I got my baby, Lord, yes,When I got my baby, oh Lord! And when they tell me love is painI said it might be true for you, honey,But not for Janis no more, no no no no.All I've ever g ...

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