Hey guys this is just a small segment of what ive been working on, this is my first time and im not expecting much from it hope you enjoy. ps. im still not 100% sure how to structure it yet.


Can I get your attention? just a second ive got a question, nothing difficult like how to get an erection, political correction or what happens in Inception but. Is being a homeless chump with a rythem a proffesion? was all well until they caught me for possesion, 'Drug dealer' on my T-shirt, one up to non discression, locked up for a 20 year session, father. I have a confession. take my soul to rest I got scared avoiding this incomming arrest, I shot back, I must of been possesed blind fired an empty magazine they clearly werent impressed which landed me in the morgue with a hole through my chest, a corpses nest, my new place of rest.

Even from the grave I send my regards, my heart broken into tiny blood stained shards,Bottle up my talent and sell it by the case load because Im a ryming red wine getting better with age Lying in in my wooden cage of rage, this fatal frustration, sent to the grave for a false accusation, youve pissed off the wrong creation. Im prone, all alone timing my rythem, my tune and my tone, I have a lot of time to prospone so get in line, I been in front for a centurys time but still in my prime, bigger than this life of knife n' gun crime, if you think under my skin lyes blood n' bacon you would be mistaken. My heart's as strong as a boulder, my bones wrapped in a golden solder. Im a machine, running on pure gasoline and morphene,I feel no pain a gallon of diesel flowing from my veins to my brain, lifes over theres nothing to gain. Risen up from this grave. Artificial intellegence but still the centre of your hate and neglagence stepping out the coffin re-fueled but degraded, memory from being a mere human has been erased or systematically faded.