Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Monday, October 26, 2009

Edward Grey


Hi I'm 25 and my name is Edward Grey.

Everyday I wake up hating everything.

See I'm a common figure.

Never strived for 6 figures just worked for a decent check so my lights never flickered.

Life was so monotones decided to take some risks.

Startin smokin weed just to get my kicks.

Weed lead to pills.

Pills lead to injections.

Now my life's an ill fitting puzzle piece.

Sub conscious at war while my face is at peace.

I shake in my sleep, in ambition of my next high,

starting to rely on this shit just to get by.

Sweat induced relapse.

One way train headin straight for the repast..

Layed of my job now I lay on the street.

Never knew my heart could ever sink this deep

My parents and friends disowned me after they discovered my alter.

Ego won't let me check in to the hospital.

No direction in my life.

No peace no safe haven.

Fourth time evicted no place to stay

cause when the shit hits the fan nothing goes my way.

All I have is my hallucinations.

Make my intoxication reality to escape my current situation.

Now I'm stayin on my own on alley street.

Favorite hats on the ground so I can have food to eat.

Aint this fucked up?

But I'm only one of thousands.

a statistic, insolent, product of my surroundings...

More like of my sorrow.

Struggling day to day for a better tomorrow.

Thank you for your time, I just have one more thing to say.

Can you spare me some change?

The names Edward Grey.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Mr. Confinement

Mesmerized by Mr. Confinement.//I sat spell bound by the images of the ones who look just like me. //Everything I hear I apply. //Everything I see I buy. //I Never second guess the reality portrayed by my guide.// Mr. C told me it was supposed to be that way. //Don't ask too many questions conforming is the cool way. //He will confirm any questions. //I've trusted him since my adolescent, and it’s done me well, well past pre pubescent. //Because Mr. Confinement is real, //he told me that it was cool to kill. //If I wanted to be as slick as a gun, I should cock back and pull one. //Join a gang, maybe slang.// All of that is cool. //If I want that ill shit that Mr. C be rocking I shouldn't ever second guess stealing it. What's the purpose of buying it?// Girls love the bad boys. "Get me a rag and some d boy swag and even the red bones ill be able to bag."//I'm Mr. Cs number one fan. //He showed me the truth. //He even taught me how to shoot. //The rules of the game, the sets I should claim. The kind of chains I should buy. //Told me that I should disrespect women, that if they didn't respect me it was cool to hit em. //I know now if I wanna do me own stunts like Jet l I. I should drive by in this color whip, with this kinda chick. Shoot at the ones that are the same shade as me.// Don't rob the rich. rob the ones in my community. //Keep my people down, why should they prosper before I?// I should hate and hold them back. Even when my homie dies, I won't end the conflict. //I’ll go ahead and pour out some liquor. Go out and slay his killer, "Gettin rid of the pain quicker." //Buy his enemy a casket, empty the clip of my 4 5. //Shouldn’t expect to live anywhere past the age of 25. Cause the 5 0 is against me, so I should hate them too. Push a 745 down the 405 with a burner in the ride.. //All of this Mr c told me, I believe it’s how it’s supposed to be.// I should Use my mouth to rap and my legs to dance.// Cause that's the only way ill escape the trap. //If i try and use my brain ill only get snatched, back to reality so why go to school, fuck those rules. It’s better to skip an education and get rich quick.// My dad did it so why shouldn't I quit.// He told me "they" were just gonna hold me down regardless. So I should always point my finger,// Mr C made me a believer.// Grouped in with my societies stereotype.

Mr. confinement is
always right..
Right?

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Portishead

Dark, Sensual, Trip hop. All the things I love lol. I haven't been able to get the Dummy album out of my headphones as of late. If you've never listened, you should start.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

make it make believe ( 3 a.m.)


They say I'm too deep only leads to 6 feet, or the penitentiary you can pick your poison. Most nights I cant sleep. terrors dissolve boundaries between real and make believe, body trusts what my eyes perceive. Hallucinations/ Manifestation of my mental state. Fueled by the same Led that Zeppelin made.

Sinking into my subconsciousness in Lennon's yellow submarine. Babe ill never leave just do me this one thing, make it make believe, yes all this shit. Confined in this white padded space ill have time to reminisce.

I hear what your saying, the melodic music of the pied piper just doesn't allure me
I want my words to touch the youth like pedophilia, our generation is here can you feel us?
Revolutionary, Pancho Villa, Announcing my arrival like Paul Revere

There's nothing to fear, only speak about what i know. One day ill be the symbol of our people, Big Brother, 1984.