I Should Only Write After Rest...

We’re designers of our own fates, despite our lifespans

From every little rich kid to those sitting in the cans

All of these hardships make us grow to fill the pants

Of our grown superior selves, gotta work we cant just prance

We gotta fight for our growth, can’t you hear me pant?

Trying to catch my breath after all my daily rants.

Trying to stay pure with leaders dirtier than rats

So I denounce all my leaders, I’ll find my own path

With an energy not seen before, fury like this hell doth not have

I’ll paint my future so vivid with a paintbrush in my hands

Paint over all mishaps, in other words ill reprimand

The world will hear my calls; adhere to my list of demands

The world is very windy, so don’t try to make some fans

By selling yourself cheap, you’re no piece of meat little lamb

There’s a flow of inner-thought everytime I write a rhyme

My heart can shake the Earth; earthquake at magnitude 9

The System

If society was a food chain, we'd be at the bottom,
Cause the people at the top wanna keep us rotten
Slaves to their money and the "American Dream"
Wanna make us all think about the Beam
-er, Benz, or Bentley
Forget their magazines, what have they done for me?
Made us insecure and changed the meaning of beauty?
It seems women forgot that their naturally beautiful
How do you think Bulimia started? It wasn't cause the food was unruly.
Since when did men wax their chests?
Since when did women enlarge their breasts?
We're killing originality to be like the rest
Because insecurity resides within us, and it pleases the beast
Because that's just what it looks for to indulge in its feast
Devour our hearts just enough to make us wanna buy more
Valueless crap in line at the stores
We're slaves to the system, just a bunch of pimps and whores
And I promised myself I'd let it get to me no more
Cause if humility was a food chain, we'd stand at the top
Hell, our humble deeds make us the cream of the crop
I'ma speed up my engine to cut off selfish ingrates.
So know that I won't give in till my last breath escapes
Cause I may be nice, but sure as hell aint stupid
Nobody's as innocent as the portrayal of baby Cupid

The Death of The Cool

One day I gotta pass and leave all behind

Will I expose all my knowledge? Will I keep it inside?

When that day comes will I fight it or will I go for the ride?

Too much comes up when I start thinking bout death

I wonder if I’ll say the right thing with my last breath

Will it be a curse or a thanks for the past?

Will it take forever or will I die fast?

Who’s gonna be around me? Are they people I love?

Who knows exactly what about me all these people will speak of?

Will they say I had an impact and came to Earth with a cause?

Or that I lived for no purpose and that I’m just a jerk off?

Will I have passed with achievements? No, not Xbox Live.

I wanna pass knowing I’m filled up with pride.

Will God choose me to go to heaven like choosy moms choose Jiff?

Will my wait in the grave pass by in a jiff?

Don’t know where this is taking me, but I’ll let it pass

Cause just like future me will say: “That stuff is all in the past”