"God driven, not god sent, here to open eyes to whats real, whats beyond the material posessions
born with a knack for rhyming, haha i guess. pretty much i'm just sick of all the fake, so if you're superficial
dont bother, and if you think looks are what's important, again, dont bother trying to talk to me. however,
if you're like me, sick of being used and abused, sick of having to start over again, sick of losing part of you
everytime "the one" walks away, lets talk, im more than just trying to find relationships, im here to share 
knowledge, gain knowledge, and true friends. BTW, MY TINYCHAT FAM FUCKING RULES!!! and i love them
to death. kk i think thats it.. catch me wherever!."






"I Used to Love H.E.R."

you see i met this girl about a few months ago
but what i loved most she had so much soul
she had a playful attitude with a high class touch
and to make her crack a smile would never cost you much
see most girls tend to take a stab where your hearts at
but she was always real, never had to play an act
and she never liked drama outside the tv screen
so oceans of problems to her was nothin but streams
it seems, that maybe just maybe we meant to be
but thats a maybe, cuz i aint ready physically or mentally
rain or shine, she knew how to make it better
we be laughin, killin time no matter the weather
and yet the, situation at hand aint how it used to be
went from making her smile to causin all this misery
but listen, believe me, that was never my intention
all i ever wanted was to chill and stop the stressin
but now the tension is eatin me, from the inside out
im trippin out, paranoia and a big case of doubts
now i gotta step back and let time work no matter how it hurts
and when worse comes to worse, ima still put her first
 




"I Used to Love H.E.R. Part 2"

the day she left was like a stab to the chest,
while i drop to my knees trying to catch my final breath, 
used to be clean when i spit my frees, 
now I'm running on e like there aint nothing left, 
check, all the radars in this space car from my right to the left, 
they all read abort, so i grabbed her grad pic and hit the eject, 
blast off, casted off into space like cast members from LOST, 
fuck whatever cost, 
i can afford it, since my whole currency flow's been aborted, 
like the sperm swimming upstream trying to fulfill the dream, 
of growing up to be on the big screen, 
or maybe that's just how it is like its written in his genes, 
what i say is what i mean, so it seems, 
I'm predestined to feel weak when her essence draws near, so to speak. 
But without feeling meek, i must, let my soul speak, 
but whenever i try the words come up empty and dry, 
so I, 
silence myself like the barrel of a .45, and let her walk on by, 
she flashes a smile and the wink of an eye, 
so i pass her back with a small "hi", 
knowing ill regret it when she asks me why?, 
"why have we grown distant and apart?", 
let me rebuttal by asking you "why do i carry this broken heart?", 
should i, have never engaged conversation from the start?, 
many things i can ask myself while i put on a dope beat, 
then while i try to answer them all, i FALL AGAIN, but instead fast asleep