Fuck What Ya Heard

Don’t touch my tools

You could get broken bones

You’re always in my biz

What the fuck do you know

About my homegrown

As I connect the dots

I make visible

What was invisible

Thought you knew

My white reflects light

What happen to the trust

Fuck what ya heard

I’m not about the words

All about the verbs

Try not to swerve

Hit the curb

Or you’ll get served

For spreading such dirt

You know that I’m the type 

That loves it real

So fuck what ya heard

I’m gonna show you what I learned

So go sing like a bird

You sound like a turd

Plainly absurd

Don’t listen to the lies

Keep your eyes on mine

You’re in for a surprise

You’ll love the size

Gonna get lost in this rhyme

Show you how we can combine

One rhythm 

Frozen in time

I am your angel

Who craves you inside

I get down on my knees

I want your love

All over me

Electric surges

Pulsating inside

So fuck what ya heard

You’ll always be mine

The Desolation Of Sorrow

I have desecrated this temple

How it brings such sorrow

It dampens my hope

For a better tomorrow

On time that is burrowed

How I wallow in tribulation

Where is my salvation

I’m filled with aspiration

Wanting only divination

I’m given only devastation

Living with no expectations

Enjoying your speculations

While wishing for vindication

I feel so violated

Where is my compensation

Don’t want your domination

I control the sensation

Save your deprivation

Displaying demonstration

Refusing stagnation

Showing confirmation

Of restoration

The proclamation

Of preservation

Preparing for visitation

Then we will have clarification

No cheap imitation

I’ve extended the invitation

When you end the damnation

There will be a new revelation

Then will begin

The desolation of sorrow

Wanting More

Always leave them

Wanting you more

Feed the masses

Have the hater

Hating you more

Have the lover

Wanting you more

Leave them begging

Asking for more

Leave them pawing

On all fours

Why don’t you go clean out your drawers

Why you causing such wars

Thought you knew I all ready been torn

Now I’m just being born

So go on scorn

Who’s keeping score

Hitting right to the core

Now don’t you want more