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I am but a puppet to my heart's passion

In the crudeness of the night

Truth and shadows mimic the twilight

And things that hide in the light

Become plainly and vividly in sight

There is a rawness to utter darkness

It is, in my opinion, what many fear

Because inside your head, free of noise, it is a coward that always appears

As dawn lifts the sky and the sunlight draws near

Your reality begins. Enjoy your life of sin.


"This passion, this burn, this fire... it will consume me eventually."

Me, myself, & my mic

Me, myself, & my mic
"My touch sets the pace as I lace my fingers around it's thin waist, and my voice sends static music that hypnotizes you without a choice, and my words? Oh, my words. They are the potency behind my sweet lips poetic bite. Just me, myself, & my mic.

Self Portrait

My body aches with desire
My fingers itch with passion
My mind yearns for truth
My heart screams for compassion
Live with purpose
Fight for a cause
Find reason for each breath you take
Because everyone dies
But not everyone lives

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Sensations

My lyrics are like the chills you feel on your spine
I tingle
And thrill your senses
They ignite
They overflow
They re-entice
They take it slow
My lyrics are like that first time
I excite
And jerk your body through your mind
They push
They pull
They pump
They seduce your thought process and throw it into overdrive
Into a mental relapse of time where I force you to thrive
Where words and song and freedom can coincide
And not a fucking person can tell u when it's your time to shine
Because the sun
It rises and sets on my tides
On my rhymes
On my beat
To the heart
Of your sensations
I inspire and support every single individual visualization of our creations.
Do you feel me?
Cuz I feel you.
Because you are a sensation
of timbas and pianos and congas and lyrics
And a unique sensual gratification

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