tough times breed dark thoughts and call for drastic measures
my only aim is to elevate and alleviate this building pressure
with the force to procreate and sedate imploding fissures
tear back the crack holding my skull in place
i use words to disgrace the debased morals in my face
change words no funk faked more nukes then an army base
hard to believe anyone could outdo this ace
shit i can barely concieve this sieve is out the race
what type of breed is this beast bent to dominate
the type others wish to conform and then emulate
fuck the rumors i think its time i set it straight
the only time i'm at ease is when i ejaculate
i've been poked prodded critiqued and thoroughly tested
searched for my inner illness inside my dark decrepit essence
learned every bit of lifes difficult and corrupt lessons
i need no smith and wesson my words keep them guessing


this is a glimpse into the not so near future
i was sent to rearrange the game out of its impending stupor
with the force of a fully loaded luger
i plan to show the formula for making platinum from pewter


in these limited years i've shed unlimited tears
spent days alone just me and my oppressive fears
overpowered by unforseen and malicious jeers
faces riddled with hate and disgusting racist leers
but don't be fooled this body is harder than it appears
while it seems wierd i see my true reflection in the mirror
so i quit trying to hide my pain in a pool of weed and beer
i concoct words of envy in death defying feats
my body on liquour drought i strive to keep my feet
hard to see clear for the fog on my street
how can i live well when i can barely afford to eat
so i open myself to criminalistic type ventures
hustle on the corner make niggas need coke and dentures
but this is the type of shit my mental tries to censure
it's a hard life to live i wouldn't wish this mortality on any enemy
besides i don't even know where the good lord is sending me


this is a glimpse into the not so near future
i was sent to rearrange the game out of its impending stupor
with the force of a fully loaded luger
i plan to show the formula for making platinum from pewter

you wanna see the real me behind the words and thoughts
take a good look at the last hip hop album you bought
view the heat in the last rhyme you brought
think about the last accolade your heart sought
see rap can't be learned and most ceartinly can't be taught
if you're not open to catch it then it won't be caught
and you'll never get it if your brain is stretched tight and taut
tried and true i beat on tracks with the hope to align perception
even though i'm manic blue i still live with designed deception
i give it 200% without hesitation or exception
i do this with the blessing of god gift and anti deppressants
so hope for love and live for life perhaps you'll see the light
don't touch the mask and glove you see every night
morals made from interpretations of wrong and right


this is a glimpse into the not so near future
i was sent to rearrange the game out of its impending stupor
with the force of a fully loaded luger
i plan to show the formula for making platinum from pewter