Meditation.....

[StaRgaZer]

To an inner mantra I laid and deeply meditated
Gracefully transfered to a scene completely replicated
from the pages of fairy worlds in my imagination
Where time disengages and whims bring adultaion.................

[Ryan McBain]

Flip through past scriptures to add to the lesson
Learned too much, that's the disease that I'm catchin
Sad song in the background fuels the desire to write with purpose
Drowning in this world, but what would you expect in this circus?

[Lykin]

This Earth has me smothered
Dictating a life that's not suitable for my younger brother
Look deep, but don’t delay, get caught by the mesmerizing array
Of bright red through the white shirt, keep you next to me till I kick dirt…

[StaRgaZer]

Convert matter into dancing atom...
with the energy of chi too intense to phathom.......
out of the stratum of my tissue
I travel to a constellation of deep green and blue......

[Bishops]

Though life has contributed much, but pain has begun
What kind of life is this to bring forth my future son.
The rules of engagments is plenty for what I make
Hopefully my son will look past the society & dodge my mistakes.
Though all & all the laughter brought when you sing
Lets hope planet earth is vital and lets see what it brings.

[Bad Habit]

And day by day this world gets worse
Too many innocent people know the meaning of a hurst
Shit is gettin' crazy
Another Mrs. Daisy is pushing up Daisies
Lying in a caskett six feet deep
Rolled on by some bangers in a jeep
Homicide, Sucide, and every body dies
That is just the way it is in the South Side
But something has got to change
When I see five year olds already packing gats and forming gangs
Slangin' cane, doing O.G. thangs
And preteen underage girls already giving up the putang

[Bishops]

Through a world full of murderers & killings
Why see most people who die of seeing billings.
Ain't much ever happen except war & dying
Sending little *****z to battle & seeing they're mothers crying.
About as much stuff I say is usually gonna be spoken
which in life itself, those suffering are poetically choking.
As more and more come, the mind keeps going
Which in my case, my mind keeps on flowing.......

[Harmon]

im mangled with this flow

now you really wanna know, what get on harms bad side
how these pigs just chill and catch speeders by
fuck th marijuan policy, cause thats just dick dude
the shit growns natural, so why cant i grow it to
im more than pissed wit this egotistcle shit
woman i got much love for you, and than aint ever change
Even when eve fucked up, adam loved her enough so he always came
im deeply rooted with my homie jesus
and i dont got to tell you any of my failthful reasons
so whatever you chose, and howeve you live
never let any other person tell u how to raise a kid
its insanity the way, children been raised
i've seen nothing in my middle class ways
all my rich dudes gettin cars at 16
mother fucker i got a football, aind aint ever gonna regreat that scheme
people dyin in other countries and im hatin that shit
i'd give em half my bread just to keep hi kicken
fuck bush, who he think he stickin
shit dawg and kerry aint no good either
if you wanted a real cat, tellin the truth, you'd have to hire harm, cause he always a real cat



xanax bars do the trick, sip a frew beers, and puff on a mary stick
blunted and bumpin, Gee-UNIT, gangsta aint that somethin
We white crackaz doin what we think is cool
some of my homies graduated other chose outta school
me i couldnt take taht jail, so i purcahsed a GED
now im college found and aint no cracka fuckin wit me
im no cock sucker ladie you got me confused
son of ghost is the one who love to teef and juice...

you bitch as quuer

[Bad Habit]

People constantly trying to convey to me their definition of a GANGSTER
As if a GANGSTER has a set definition that MAKES HIM or BREAKS HIM
It's like, you got to wear this, you got to listen to that, I think NOT
I think it's about time that you forget every damn thing that you have been TAUGHT
Can a GANGSTER sport cowboy boots and wear WRANGLERS? You say "NO!"
Well, I'm going to "....put on my shit kickers, and kick some shit...." I'm a Redneck, you KNOW?
I wasn't born in the projects, I was born in the COUNTRY
Does that make me less of a GANGSTER than the next MC?
Afterall, true gangsterism is no more than a MENTALITY
Within a REALITY that ends up a tragic FATALITY

[jayya]

purpose

after me nothing will exist as i know it
from streets to stores, shores, and oceans
no more focus, just darkness, if heaven doesn't exist
and hell is the place where sleep, while you fean for kiss
on the cheek, and a good night speech
that's deep, so what's death the start of
a better question is what are we part of

[Genesis]

Endless cycles of mental essences spiral through vortexes
Next is higher plains, in pain because rest is
To far beyond reach, bleach my color surface
Draining my vital forces to leave me with out purpose
Searches end in failure. I look only for things the truest
Study the ancient writing, written by ancient Buddhist
Who is to save souls, with power to come protect them?
I take the purest white to form it into the spectrum
But dare not look, for fearing that it could vanish
To find my spirit and soul I scourer throughout the planets

[Bad Habit]

Wandering through narcotic nightmares my sight tears
Vision impaired, I sleep and try to find refuge there
Feel fear rising, feel the prickling of the hairs
The Valley of Hinnom couldn’t compare to my subconscious soul laid bare
So scared, and staring back from the precipice
Contesting that this doesn’t exist, need to escape this mist
Too weak to resist, the terror persists
Pervading every sense, on waking it doesn’t desist
The inescapable brutality of the evils of humanity
Reiterate the realisation that I lean toward insanity
Fragments of self orbit reality, this can’t be me
Shards of emotion jarring actuality, won’t let me free
Won’t leave me be, feel the tide tugging me out to sea
As all else fails and I revert to my converted state of negativity

[Bad Habit]

I lay awake at night with my eyes fixated
My life's a bit naked as my picks patient
holes in my sanity, it grows like inflamatory
But who knows if I can control this frozen normality
I suppose that it shows i'm not a peace upstairs
If I could police what cares I ha for the relief that stares
Down a tunnel with a light, not this funnel of my life
Spiraling down as words we know someone'll never write
'Cause who am I to you? Give me my identity
Try defending me against my very own type of enemy
Cold and relentless, guess who knows they're defenseless
Senseless murder of a mind, death row as its sentence
Burning through layers of memories like an open flame
It's a hoping game for a mind to be back at home again