Not Cut From Your Cloth

I'm Bryan and I'm 21. Drummer. Writer. Unofficial Comedian. Safe to say Music and Writing are to two main things that help me tap into my creative mind. I'm very passionate about these things, they help me through all of the dips and valleys the world can bring. My only wish is to fuel my engine and keep writing and see how far it can take me and if I'm lucky could connect with someone. I'm also a huge Vancouver Canucks fan. I can also put you to shame on a trampoline. I'm pretty good with a saturating gun. & I have only got 1 traffic ticket. That's me.

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These Hands

All I wanna do is grasp these hands summon my strength and hide kickstands,  a swollen memory, each trigger is tighter,  up in smoke, I flee here with my lighter,  but nothing ever comes without action,  I want a magic carpet, like the one in Aladdin,  to some, there's no sequel to caption,  not to take it personal, so I seize up that fashion,  laughing at the past like what the fuck had happened? flirting with the feelings, I failed to focus away from,  taking each day, like it's my last one,  structure it out, I call it poetry in motion,  devoted, to myself, a tool for my trade,  thank you for listening, display my grade A

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Autopilot Path

Redirect the autopilot path,  masks we tend to have vicious, in the ways it's felt,  contagious, soaked, as the tides melt,  a brain odyssey, colors changing in orbit,  I form it, focus in and extort it,  sacrifice the past, swallow and absorb it,  this pens the only one to transform it,  make it make sense, please someone support it,  amplify the funds from those places you forfeit,  sore, sick,  mentally I feel more missed,  but I redirect my autopilot path,  and sail ships over it's sunken staff

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Some Kinda Magic

‎"Some Kinda Magic"  In tune with keys, mind of a locksmith,  music mixed with trees, I tend to get lost in,  the surroundings beside me,  the truth rallying inside me,  finish lines residing, training my body wisely,  we retreat like single silhouettes,  hanging, I duck behind shallow nets,  stretch out the blurs, question it's connect, understand why the riches start with cents,  playing "parts" but never leads,  downplaying smart, dishonoring me,  only in my heart can I express it on paper,  thumping in my chest, my father.. or this stranger much stranger, older tales, a new route,  I see a better life, one including an essence so true,  sick of the color blue, so I open up the canvas,  realize that everyday is a gift, take advantage,  dreams outta clouds, feels like some kinda magic

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Handle It

‎"Handle It"  They say my words are handcuffs but I'm setting you free,  creating this story arch where freedom is key,  predators will flee, socially, caught in senator seats,  forging handshakes, he,  claims victory is his set of fee's,  but not I, passion bellows beneath the truths applied,  truth is we die, so trust in yourself, never rely,  on the heroes that have failed me, disowned and betrayed me,  it's the struggles that have made me,  catching glimpses in the mirror, asking what I've been doing lately,  praying, we ask for something to "save me"  but it's a game, and it's over when the countdown hits,  traffic splits, and there's no God to help, you don't exist,  each hand placed on the thousands of myths,  the thousands of tricks, that attracted your mind,  they sit back and recline, comfortable shelters confine,  but nevermind, most don't want to examine it,  most live life, pre-planned to it,  re-direct my steering wheels, I handle it,

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Aladdin

Like Aladdin I sweep the rug out from under,  tattooed the way my fingers keep the thunder,  I regress, cuffed my rhymes in arrest,  show more when they want you to show less,  no stress, because worrying aint my 9 to 5,  we're born to die, music colors in the cracks far n' wide,  darkest nights, dark writes like beauty on the canvas,  from the pacific to the Atlantic, it's fantastic,  most lyrics they gassin', but I'm editing my magic,  toss them hands up, rough roads, climb, n' stand up,  if it's a bitch in your way, homie, man up,  I don't try to plan stuff, but let the lovin' take ahold,  grab life bold, and keep writin' till the whole story told

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Past The Grey

‎..I'll see myself eventually,  past the safe, & it's sympathy, this cross to bare, my heart wanders,  to test balance, a mind becomes stronger,  fear becomes darker, atlas, I stay longer,  spend my time with a story Id author,  flip it's pages till closures concealed,  next to real, It's only pain I feel,  so salivate this days a slave,  acting abrupt, I stray away,  and see past the palate of Grey

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Footprint

"Footprint"

by Bryan Hunter

Parades, forming different shades of grey,  ways we display, engraved, thoughts concave,  I can't rhyme a slave, complicate, upset the strange,  just because we don't understand, we kick out the stand,  walk on two knees, reprimand those on different plans,  follow our social fam, pick apart their sudden demands,  I shouldn't but I am, break away so I can live today,  It's what Jimmi wrote, prophet of a guitar stroke,  not hanging up but zipping up my coat,  A lot to witness, needin to run, catch my sentence,  mix a middle finger to what's really accepted,  I'm a known legend, bringing pain, my pens a weapon,  scatter, they feel threatened, kept guessin'  but I'ma etch the marks they question,  explain, open up a world of closed caption confessions leading with two feet, frootprint, I leave my impression

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Punk Rock Poet

Punk rock poet, mosh pits form when I start to flow it, rapping so urgent, every wack rap I clean like detergent, spit it earnestly, dreamin' of so many girls this week, where I work, there's a lot of birds that speak, chirping while they hurting every bond they reach, but I'm known to drop it hot like a beach, scorch the temperature like sand by the feet, smoking so much green, I Cong while I Cheech, King Kong when I breathe, leavin' footprints to see, now I lean in, impress, show 'em my good looks, they undress, can't stop when I'm the threat, 12 coffins collide along this path of death,

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Choose

‎"Choose"  Deepest when it ends now I'm drowning in this channel,  rockin' blue flannel smoking way too many camels,  songs serenade me to sleep, now I'm tryna live the dream,  throwing away the empty net to observe the whole sea,  see, I see a lot less, check boxes to an educated guess,  now the whole world opened up it's arms,  looking at the energy circling around my palms,  I know my two hands, and I know what they can do,  qualities of success starts when you stay true,  I believe I got a guide, a blueprint to decide,  higher roads or lower roads, be an everyday choice,  stickin' to the heart, it's the one that makes noise,  complicate the simple, now you fucked up the plans, damn stalling your mind when you sittin on both hands, man,  but come again, like you got nothing to loose,  cus when your chins up, you got a lot to choose

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Kick It As I Listen

Kick it as I listen, avoid a mental prison, place 1st when I finish, gifts I've been given,  livid while I spit it, anger in the soul,  dealin cards I fold, drummin as I roll,  off Alabama, before the hill is where I am,  to the 711 and back, blastin Wu Tang Clan,  my temple tastes a tear, from fear I am here,  to elevate my mental, unmask my potential,  some may laugh and some will linger,  I catch a wave, surf past beginners,  mind, body soul, to a freedom I'm sold,  cold I match the bold, driven by a goal,  driven by the danger, escape a sealed anger,  the past is kept stranger, history reveals a stranger,  but no matter where I be I kick it as I listen,  I kick it as I listen, I kick it as I listen

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Come Sincere

Shed a tear, shed fear, shed your skin, come sincere,  across my mind is an odyssey, waging wars every day, comin honestly,  slowly I see what's written, into verbal poetry, they'll listen,  prophet, palms I've read a thousand times,  drinking from rain clouds is my water into wine,  feel it in the cadence treading across your spine,  I see it as the cracks open, tangled and tied,  hiccup from the lift up, downsized is a loud fine,  but I stay in tha middle, conveyin' while I'm slayin',  puncture the beat, leave it in a horrific state,  flood the place with the spit that Bskill taste,  I ride slow, keep the scenery a sea of trees,  broken glass flow, cuttin skin causin' injury,  got the DJ so shook, homie not even playin beats,  so shed a tear, shed fear, shed your skin, come sincere,  don't hesitate to tell 'em why the fuck you here

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Can't Miss

"Can't Miss" Most believe the truths apparent, but I see that's transparent, ever since I was left with one parent,  it's a hint from a blink, trust the moments that arise, 

blastin Makaveli, cuz the futures in my eyes,  buried in the resemblance of a honest man,  back to the beliefs holding you up like a kickstand,  like I give a damn, but it's the pain in my chest,  the fade in my breath, got me wantin' to second guess,  but it's no less than a process we face,  set in place for us to wonder why we're stuck in the same place,  no pace, can ever stop me from these choices,  but I got only one voice, and it's on it's last leg,  remembering that darkness is before a bright day,  reciting these words like a check list,  molding a mind, so I can't miss

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My Lesson

‎"My Lesson" If it's still 187 I'm uncovering lots,  two shots, no liquor so my fists stay locked,  no fights cus this is hip hop,  known to drop a 16, split spleens,  on top, flyin', every time I inhale these,  lyrics of vision, style so forbidden,  most these chumps can't even make a decision,  listen, to those who speak around you,  they found you, don't matter whatcha value,  it's the cold truth, freezin up the sound booth,  wit cold news, broadcasting my world view,  I know it's only opinion but I'm razor sharp,  cut a que from the a thousand marks, play the part,  I wear myself smart, disguised in Bellingham,  always go ham, blowing my self up, I, the Taliban,  free from man, only a singular reflection,  property of my souls invention, my lesson

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Rhyme Incline

Spit it, I'm tha spitta,  nothin quicka then my rhyme trigga,  sicka, flu floodin, cracked tha richter,  alcoholic drinka, but 1st I'ma thinka,  brain laced, clouds of smoke, jane I toked,  covey my notes from lyrics wrote,  tip the boat, or a scale that's limitless,  killed for this until da dreams dismissed,  a witness, eyes glued on my haiku,  it's brand new from voices I tattooed,  listen they will harm you, short circuits to fry you,  knife fights at high noon, brought to you in parts, cuz I'm that dude,  so should I mind? When we shift the tides,  could I rhyme? steppin' up 2 it's incline

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‎"Cant Stop" Adrenaline pumps like a stampede,  at 14 they asked me if I wanted to blow trees,  accepted, at ease, now I understand the dream,  glimpse into the culprit, no communication it orbits,  no understanding so we forfeit, not me, I commit,  graduated from biblical nonsense, now graffiti art flicks,  guitar hits, bass tricks, music fuels while my soul spits,  I cherish these platforms I walk, I cherish, while also selfish,  guided by hands, stolen away goes my plans, no chance,  but I'm speakin to the devil he handed me the fork,  I pitched it out, saw myself better id say I aced the report,  no lie when I say I wanna pursue Hip Hop all truth when my heart wanna drop to tha bop,  can't stop

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Fold

"Fold" either i'm too honest, or ya boys lost it,  sittin here questioning peoples promise,  cold nights, wif a spliff in the tropics,  they sell out, but my rhyme far from bollocks,  I called it, so here's my voicemail message,  addressin' lessons like Malcolm X said about oppression,  by any means, I can obtain my dreams,  nothing is nothing if tha lights darkening, 

but I'm rising up like the Dark Knight,  Bruce Wayne, so I get up even in a Bane fight,  what's really right? If it aint thumpin in ya chest,  do the right thing, never settle for less,  trying to preach progress, so in pens I stress, words, apply 'em to my everyday mess,  and stray from my routine days, maybe this is the test,  ace it, retrace it, to the mind, body and soul,  dice game couldn't price fame that's why I'm prepared to fold