welcome...

brush strokes and love notes with some miscellaneous la la la

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Welcome to my Kingdom

ten years past since i've seen you last
we was just kids runnin on our Freudian Ids
now that we olda, your aura's gotten colda
judgin' me like a cold war soulja

you ask me 'bout what i've become
and i say "Welcome to my Kingdom"
follow me upstairs, lotta love up there
an experience you cant get nowhere

you’ll be seein dimensions of the unknown
vivid dreams of the pristine virgin mary clone
looks so real when you high from a bottle of patron

cloud 9 lovin, yea i do it with finesse
join me in this life of hedonistic excess
cuz high up in the skies, we feel no stress
just truth in my eyes, nothin left to confess

the world dont agree - with my 24/7 revelry
treat me like a bondsman of the bourgeoisie
but im more than just a reckless abandon
cuz i went from bein a slum outta Camden
to livin large, ownin villas in the Hamptons,
the definition of a well-trained stallion.

so it dont matter to me if the people dont approve
of my fast life attitude and planned out chess moves
Happiness is my truth, theres nothin more I gotta prove

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Hwood Dlusion

In grade school they called me special
Cuz I could read n write on anotha level
Pressure of standards makin me wanna revel
caught up in the lies, made a deal with the devil

the completion of the exchang-uh
had so much historical rang-uh
put myself in all that danga
at the mercy of a total stranga

fuck how was I supposed to know,
what to smoke shoot or blow
all I knew was how high I flew
once I took that powder from you

I gotta leave this scene
makin me feel so unclean
livin the hollywood dream
Hooked on morphine By the age of sixteen
When I shoulda been prom queen

thunderstorm leaving lucid raindrops
catch my reflection n my heart stops
lost eyes, broken smile- a life wasted
all I know is how to get shit-faceded
lookin like a death reincarnated

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Game of LIfe

no i wasn't born to a king in a palace/
shit i went through made me this callous/
placed on the last rung of a ladder/
thats tellin me my dreams don't matter/
but i ain't slowing down even if the light is red/
cuz i gotta run through sand just to get ahead

i owe all my success to these streets/
they've been the muse for all my beats/
now that i be rockin as one of the elites/
i'm standing on the ground with both my feet/
there were times when $ was so hard to come by/
we'd be sittin in the dark n the faucet would run dry/
after moments like that, i would realize/
the game of life is just a game of dice/
once you see that you'll open your eyes

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Diamonds & Doormen


the diamonds and doormen
part of my coveted illusion
meant to blind me from the pain
that keeps on burning me in vain

this kinda hell you can’t placate,
this kinda pain you can’t medicate
its like climbing K2 every single night
only to awake to Everest's height.

i stare hard in the mirror, tryna see what they see
but nothings any clearer, who am i supposed to be?

stuck in an unsolvable puzzle, don’t know what to feel
especially when the struggle is the only part that’s real
in this cloud of smoke, filled with glitz and glam
but it’s all just a hoax, not at all who i really am

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Lancaster Crew

Welcome to the world, we the Lancaster Crew
worth more than a dozen pearls, let the light shine through
This aint no clique that we share
not 'bout the clothes that we wear
or the color of our hair
what matters is whats rare.

we got soul to our style,
waitin list for our mobiles
theyre askin for the secrets
we smilin' with our seal'd- lips
our past will die w/ our spirits

we've traveled 'cross the oceans
and climbed the highest mountains
we've felt rapture, but in transience
seen the light through a dark lens
we've felt love, but for a moment
and found life through the torment

but we'll wait for another day
to let you in on our hypsie way
cuz theres a charm to the silence
and a mystery in the distance