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Genesis

Genesis the likes of nemesis, heads submerged in metamorphosis. Light from darkness which ploughs the path for He shall walk carrying a tree, tie him with a rope and call it the end, Singing twinkle, twinkle little star to a grown man.

Who knows the history but has faith in mystery that brings misery to miserable lives. For those who grew up and had caves to call home, not those that came with waves and never went home. I'm either, neither or nor, I'd rather burn to the core than follow commands by dead people, thou shalt die, thou shalt not kill, misunderstood evolution explaining human breed extinction, I'll survive and walk on earth and call this the genesis of the 3rd kind....

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Never mind them when they say "i told you so" they never tried anything....

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Me, Myself & Hustle.

Cold street corners, i'm only Seven years old. My dad is somewhere out there drinking, my mom is out there looking for me, my older brother is on drugs, in no time we'll lose the house. I everyday watch my mom being abused, i'm only a kid what powers do i have. I stole my brothers crack and sold it, i kept getting money and he kept beating my mom with accusations, i got hang of it and i was only 9 years old. I quitted school and street life was cool, i never had friends, i had associates. People came and go, but i listened to their souls,

home was hell but my mom was an angel. 11 years old had an evil heart and everything else was bold, i went in and out of jail but my mom never know, but will i ever tell her, i was like hot days in winter to her, but i had her everywhere i go. 17 years old and i'm still going strong, crack brought me money and money brought me crack, got tired of being mugged and i had to get myself guerillas, life became a havoc when 2 years spent without my family. Money became everything but never forgot about home. 13 September 2009 i visited home, tears fell to see my mom in wheelchair i had to put an end to this, to tear my family or build my life...

Here i am 22 years from the Athlone's projects to own a house in the city. The crack money made me.

He who laugh lasts

Unborn

Decision made never to be turned back, like tides I rised from the ground, revealing the pride, releaving the pain. Sworn to your grave that never made it to be six fit under the ground that your foot has never sat on, from heavens to the womb then to dissappearence, leaving sad vivid memories with no picture, warm feeling at heart, bitter souls, a tear drop from an eye. The love of an unborn infant that never made it the hard soil of the earth. Left regrets that manifests everytime your unburried soul scratches the walls of the mind...

Real-legion

Metaphores that substitutes thought, to blind those who fought, guide them to embrace the differences that we all emerged under. Mental slavery that survives on those who are under the faith and fear of death, constitutes rules, laws and commandments, that fell under the biblical politics, demand order to avoid chaos, never minding the truth of history. The reality of words spoken by those who prefered honesty either than eternity, let me be the only one who sleeps peacefully

No more hunger...

Old days

Sit outside watchning the dark sky, with little shiny stars, when they move they are said to grant wishes, when luking around you cant even see a finger, that sounds like your future, but its my past. I granted my own wishes, shooting stars are never a miracle, the old days were vivid with dark patches, never that rough but always diminishing...I survived so will you.

Tribute to a Best Friend

A tombstone with ur name, i was the last 1 to throw soil on ur grave, watched them working hard closing ur grave, i was standing above ur head, reminding my self of ur death, ur family was in a line, 1 by 1 throwing soil with tears falling, i moved back watchng the coffin goin, ...down, i watched you going down the grave, the shinny coffin i was holdin, with gold handles on it, singing sad songs, raised my eyes slowly i saw them mad dawgs standing, the wind blew me, to the same direction they were in, my dread locks swinging, forward step minus 1 bck step, im in another position, this is a demo version wait a while for a full version...

What I was born to be...

I'm who i am, with goals and dreams, im in a trail to a destination only god knows, i was born beautiful, born intelligent, born strong and born... All that doesn't tell much about what i was born to be, through life's ups and downs they'll always hate me, but that won't change who i was born to be, i was born to stand up high and make a difference, even if u dnt see it, it may not be physical but emotional but i knw what i was born to be... A lyricist

Technolife

Leaking data of these hard drives, spreading innovation through the eyes of the wise, birth of technology kills an infant, bolts in my joints, steel in my ligaments, electrocuted pain straight to the brain, fuel ripping my butt, i cant control the energy sparking my rip cage, curvin around the spine forming a room below my heart, finger tips are burning, mouth turns blue, uv rays from the bottom of my throat, my processor is slower her's is faster, im a dual core she's an i3, her chrome eyes, crystal teeth, steel body, she is the light to light my face but... i dont need to be modified, this is life, i get to ride her or she rides my emotions

The invention of Life moving Machine "The Computer"

Speak out and Be Heard

Louis Cypher

Room filled with Feathers, suffocating smell, of boiled water with blood, he was here, as i stood up, wake up, flip my eyes, i see a pure white body, with wings, it can't be an angel, my mind kept on emphasizing, its covered in blood, facing the ground, with broken wings, start breakin in tears, louis cypher was near me, smilling and giggling... Oh he came close and closer, he took my hand and we fly

Jan Born Dies

Jan Born, the name says it all, in unconditional old dirty clothes, walking bare feets, dried lips, smelly condition, nothing powerful than his words, he is in slow motion, 2 minutes before his death, he picked up a board and look around fo a piece of coal, he wrote : "There's no black or white, we jus ordering ourselves, according to the skin pigment", "Do good for urslf make no 1 suffers", "Death unveils(people realizes who u are just afta your death)", to my family "Don't search for me I abundend you"

L O V E

I AM A NERD.

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