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Saturday, April 6, 2013

Sins of Necessity

Used to live so fresh with a heart full of reason
Now we change our beat with the changing seasons
But the rhythm is on repeat so you still grievin'
I think you lost yo'self in all the people pleasin'
It's time you ask yo'self what do you believe in?
Ignore the rest, & the feelins, jus' freeze 'em

So fresh and so damn young
On a fast track to number one
But coming out short of 100%
being anything less than the best
Left your mind in a state of unrest
Heart locked down, under arrest

Looking back now, its all over and done
what a damn shame of a life you run
You should've been brighter than the hi-tea sun
You would've been the (rock)star, second to none
But the fears got you goin' so far from top gun
falling out of favor, you're no longer the wanted one

Maybe bein' a star just wasn't in your cards
But you worked so hard to not be who you are
All that harmless rebellion turned to reckless decadence
you went from honor medallions to shameless dalliance

And the ego grew as fast as the self doubt
Ain't no chance you'd last in the next drought
Now you're tryna bargain with dirty hands
But shit, nothings ever fair in the devils land

Shoulda thought 2x before you chose the costliest vice
Cause your very own future was the starting price

Monday, April 1, 2013

55-carats

They callin me the bad guy but I’m jus tryna stay alive.
Honest life on a 9-to-5. still got steam so i drive. 
at least it seems, so i strive.
This story I’ve been telling - it's earned me hate I don’t deserve.
I can hear my conscience yelling.
I can feel my crashing nerves.
Despite the truth my lies are selling.
so I keep riding on the curve.

I know what it looks like but it’s not what u think

me living in the wealth of a thousand royal kings,
A perfection that only an image could bring
So I slide on my 55-carat Sancy diamond ring
And keep living this lie ‘til the fat lady sings

Now I spend most of my days tryna forget my strugglin' ways

but the memory of poverty is hard to shake, it keeps shaking me
Running from reality, too much at stake, like a crisis of identity

Don't matter that I'm reaching new lows

Or how I'm drowning in my own blue woes.
'Cause my fan club grows at the rate of my bank account
Landing Forbes top 10, yea I earn a fucking huge amount

With each new zero I become a bigger hero.

Add another comma and I go from Osama to Obama.
So much hugging & kissing. You say my name is so gorgeous.
Yet its the same 5-letter name u kept forgetting before this.
Before the $$. the fame. Before this life drove you insane.