stand baby -dont sit no more

im gathering pieces
of whatever is left behind..
i cant escape to use the
what, when, how in the weight of why's
to glue things up.

of what seem to be my last
stroll of fuck ups.

is time to make a stand.

i am, a paranoid control freak
is in my blood line.

i am too clever for my own self that i become a
dumb struck stupid fuck..
i grew up this way..

only because i care too much, so much
it keeps my foot lower than the ground..

i need to make a stand.

i am about to break my parents heart once more..
this time im nuts enough
not to ask or beg for mercy

whatever comes, shall come..
i cant escape. i want to run no more

i am born, raised and matured
royal by blood,
ghetto by mind..
(or arent they all made of the same flesh and bones in God's eye?)

i am about to be a Gangster of Art
i'll surpass protocol,
i'll cut through beurocracy

ill dedicate my life to art/humanity

for i understand now,
the silver lining of who and how i am.



God forgive me for the crystal liquid bound to be in my parent's eyes..
(are we ready to create?)