Hooters Girls(u hate that bitch)

Well as many more breeds shall as many die
no screams or cries.
Shes not ur wife
she vowed to lie every day and night.
The angry eye will spy with spite to find a flaw in paradise.
With gold they pay for her to stay,
pleasures are golden in experienced ways.
Who masters the act that call them ur way.
Markets swing and scoop them in,
seeing them all in the line.
. its sickening.
Twist ur face at everything,
ur on ur bitter binge.
Hunger for our suffering,
by the balls she has u,
their tide to a string.
Seeds for attachments get u taxed when she no longer feels like acting.
Hey stubborn you let her walk around don juans
in her spagetti strap and thong,
she worked to get tips for her looks
only a matter of time before she got hooked
on another line.

Superstar Faded Glory

May I be old as
the expiration of the churring core.
Long as I go I shall burn no more.
Stitch my name
and sell me to the depressed,
the controlled and futureless.
Trash can her body,
I'll be ur abusive daddy.
Cry for me only when I'm born,
hate me till I die.
In the corner of ur eye
I shoot across the sky.
Unidentified.
Speak of me in lies,
make me a storyline,
speak to me thru beautiful lips,
in history I'll become nostalgia for ur kids.
Worshipped by the lost and rebellious,
make me scarilegious,
feed me by body and bread,
hymns of sacrifice

Dont ask Why

They be shocked,
They no step like I in this life walk
Though my ways they stalk
I go MT and be blessed to recive the fill,
I'm a whale swallowing you krill,
Till life's twin come my way
I'll take the hard way
Easy get you lazy
When ya hit you stagger dizzy,
Quick to take a knee,
A battle to breathe,
Can't be free, that's a struggle to buck traps
Just BE,
SUN don't sleep
Getting clowned on the merry go round,
Some words are just sounds you don't wanna hear now,
Someone else to do your work
Jesus getting jerked
Gather your bearings
It will only get worse
The fire will slow down
And it hurts when it goes out,
I go amazed on most of my days
while caught in a daze with a smile on
my face, between the reality you hold and some other place,
A kid with all the candy if I could stay,
The mind state sat there on a stone,
The wind asked me if I'd like to come home,
Trick question was this?,
Not sure,
I will travel there till flesh I feel no more.

Is what it is

All in the hay dayz
Moths praise the fluorescent
Popping champaign in the winners circle
Competition was always last pick
Impression projected sighs of feminine
How hard are you working?
The slave masters whip said "oil it up before you take another crack at it"
Hating the dawn like Monday
Still have to hop around in these boxes
Couldn't the master be a FOX
Sight for my eyes
No more sheep around to cry
The tunes play out in that old knowledge of the south
Blues still battle red
Fuck what them niggas said
Them all dead rabbits waiting to be flies
Them sense the shit
Their senses fertilized
Dig in, find seeds and spread mine
Was built in the womb after the coming
Came forth screaming in Tounges of the godz
Fresh off the block, remembered by the flock
Release ur pause because I'm not ur cause
These are just laws in stone that are flawed

The Night Psychosis

All my dreams are of day
Sunlight is just a glimpse
In the corner of my horizon
Venus sits in the shine
I am resentful of her sight
So I stare warm with hate

I'm awake in the star filled sky
Occupied by a rotating ladle
Twins in a ring prepared for war
Seven sisters sad like blue
Diamonds in the belt of a hunter

I stand under no disturbance
No fields with the powers working
Looking up into celestial nowhere
So much appears ever so clear

In mind I calm the coming and going
This still stagnation needs a stir
Before it turns to poison
Wickedly I smile in memory
How selfish no scene plays out
Where I feel guilty

All my dreams feed a nocturnal beast
In the corner of the sun imprison me
Head shakes in a grimace at this dark ability
Visions of Venus in her shine
She tells me to sleep

The Bloody End of Saying Nothing

All them quotes say nothing to you
Them words are proof of a speakers actions
One must only sit amongst the fuss and observe insanity
Conscious knowledge
One must separate to be at ease
The savior complex, how long ya gonna wait for judgement and from who?
If and or happens try number two
Selection is a program where options are in short demand
The will is a slave to the mind, speak the command
Amazing self or are u a magician?
Whats the formula?
Share with ur friend, quote
My labor was pain for satisfaction
I kept repeating the action
Now I can move like the wind
However I'm still a student cause I'm limited by my attempts
Though within my pain comes the ease and I focus to separate to be one with the breeze, and I quote "i can be what I will to be" LIFE
Quote "fire with fire" those vex tongues do they tire?
Pardon me, its a debate
war of the words until actions take their place.
Operation: Give The Command
and if they resist bomb them again
Generation frightened fear terror no more,
it will be ur actions that will make "us" secure,
with "ur" blood and honor "we" will remember what the fight was for "to keep the peace

Yeah Boiiee

Don't believe the hype
Colorful lies
Fireworks bursting bright
Within dim minds they ignite
Yet in the physical
The inert notion fizzled
MC pitiful hype man repeats you
The need to double up on ur truth
Only a fool can fool a fool
So don't believe the hype
They have colorful lies
That were once white
You should know it will be alright
Fret not, be ready to die twice
Don't need to be a part of something
Ur already apart of life
Ur a star in the sky
Vent the hype it can't reach ur high
Sweet lie dubbed situation serious
Distress the individual
Into a desperate experience
Take heed to the perceptionist appearance
Be the stillness of breath
And tell hype U'll escalate by ya damn self

Words On The Line

Words of faith battle words of dispair
are the words worth it?
The price
the effort
the stress
Sending words to their deaths
for unknown intrest
Self
a people
a nation
are they sent in the name of the world?
words will never be the same
they fight for a meaning unknown
For peace
with hate
against evil
a greater love
gods who watch wars from the heavens above
Who prays for the words?
Who forgives them?
don't these words know they are temples for vibration
echoes of reminding ghosts
the first and last
the mystical breath of the mind.
Why must the words take such actions?
caring so much that these words will kill
avenging the innocent that stood brave beneath the screaming missile
They were just words joyful and compassionate
open and full of spirit
Now these words carry metal machine malice
that they squeeze and become callous
tempers hair thin reacting rapid
no remorse
no tears for the damaged
Let's make the words whole again
As they once were before the conflict began
Live those beautiful affirmations of wisdom
Soothe the wounds of the words in need of healing
Once more let the words stand for...

Collars Of The Wild

Obedient zoo, penguins sleep with the gorillas
Pet my zoo, tape the children's hands to their mouths
Zoo animals tagged, my poultry and beef
Pneumonia in the cow feed
Ducks talk about the deadly flight to the south
It's seasonal, "may you make it north"
All the snakes escaped the word of god
Skins shift with interracial sex
Cast out by the zoo cast, stay in your section
I love to see monkeys throw shit
Never saw the wild grass grow
Are turtles dying slow?
No its the lion, raised in captivity, to save a specie
Finally released into the sea
Grown accustomed to the tricks and fish"i just have to perform"
It's all a game
"i hope they don't put me down for the rough play"
I never knew that command
just "bad zoo animal"
Die in a hellish habitat, "i can't fight back, nor can I run for my life"
The stars in the sky don't seem right, they are never bright
What the fuck is steel and concrete?
The stuff that make us zoo animals
Humans call it education
A Jaguar raped the white unicorn and made a zebra
Count the dots on the leopard and cheetah cat suit
How big is the bird cage, break'em so they'll never consider to fly away
Just ask the slave
Who are the Domesticated pets?
Some place like Australia where you can put them
Pay alligence to the queen
Shag the flags
Mark your beast in the obedient zoo
Game to food, my memory of triumph

Change Shit

"dont wait for me" said Change
"ima do my thing
Don't believe that sign called time
Time anit no father of mine
I'm ruled by perception
I'm ruled by the elements
What are you waiting for
The moment is irrelevant
Spend a dollar make some cents
It will make some sense
While you wait for change
Change up got you swinging with a miss
In this game, have a ball
Take a walk
Please don't base life on change
I'm the invisible phenomena
Molecular, break and bond
A mix of life
Building blocks
There's no red tape to avoid my law
I have no say so if your caught in the rushing water
Blow you down
All hail the fire
If the stars collide, I'll still be mind over matter
Fashioned by omnipotent energy
I just don't happen
These patterns aren't trendy
I move with the whole and the whole moves with me
Please don't get caught in your personal design
Sitting around won't bring about my birth or demise
Evolution is controlled by the "I"
So don't wait for me
You'll just see leaves grow and die on a tree"

The CodeAnit No Slang

Skinny dipped in the universal consciousness
Was amazed we got that far
Came out coated in the possibility of beyond
I was the running shining light given meaning to the fog
Over my reptilian brain I leaped frog
Got so still I swore my existence came to a pause
I was on another wavelength, you can say I was gone
I thought, cause I need to experience the effect from the power of love
Past reasoning evolved
My instinctive desire will be second to none
This is not a change up, I'm just strutting my stuff
Ya been magnatized in my field you feel revived
The energy is sublime
Transform as you pass thru the third eye
Manifestation of the divine, know no space no time
Ya feeling me? whats your frequency
Caution what you entertain, take that seriously
The channel is locked on to
harmony
Ease the ills, just let it be

Shelf Life

Caught in the loop
Between the sun and the moon
Obligated by what I'm owed and what's due
The holidays add just days
Wearing outfits to the masquerade
The weak will give into the double edge blade
Hate and prasie god when the cycle runs the trend
By believing everything they hear and confirm it with Amen
The turn around rate is a Junky's fate
Living for the moment
Or die trying to stay away
The receptors know the fake
A clone will remain prone to the sickness of conflict
The up and downs
The moods with the hormonal drown
An over load breeding dark clouds
The shared woes soothe the scowl
The sinners death by the hands of the oppressor
Chose the greater of the two evils
The pain is less and they are just people
Grazing the pastures
Only for the day to be severed to the master

Here Love

Despicable me
Reading her mean
Her barriers so perfectly in line
Porcelain rectangles with black dots
She spoke 70's psychedelic rock
When she walked I felt the funk
Junky love Aww baby
Eyes of lullaby love
Skin dark as a moonlit night
She's a handel with care
Attitude sharp as an African spear
I cry cause my tears miss her dear
I was in the spirit with wet fingers
How could I have been so perverse
Now I'm in search for words
I picture a lustful submerge
Her sweet saliva
Dirty mind don't talk about her...
Soul satisfying
Never to be mine
Hopefully not forever
Until I lay upon her
My new eyes
Void of imagination
The figment holds weight
Her in my arms
The anticipation
To redeem
Is it still for me
A love to be

Never Enough

There is never enough
A joke to the world when held in a hand
Apprehension of life, what is the reason for creation
Qui pa so? Suicide, murderer, baby killer, button pusher
follow me to hell
Where you end up not wanting to leave
Open hand reveals dust
How hour glasses are partly full
Particles make up the time
Check list of life, fell in a bucket
Toss your card and draw a spade
Dig your grave
Dress it up
Mourning has become a parade
Leave some words for the worms
Who whisper for the birds
Watch them swoop in
those scavengers
to ravage the never enough
Killing is the thrill
and they get sick when they cant gripe
In the pitch black thunder
purple campfires smolder from lighting
The flesh of Phillip morris children are
sandwiched between silver corvettes and switch blades
How does the never enough taste

DEAD HORSE

Out of the gates on your dead horse
With reiterations you deplore
To an end when tortured ears can take no more
Conspiracies and theories
Watch that whip you swing please
The young so young have sex with drugs
This prescribed nation, not easy to get enough
Though under god, where sheep go to flock
Wrap the unbelievable impossible in white cloth
Scream Allah and stone them blood clots
Before the horse even gets up to speed
Annoyed sighs bring her to her knees
“La La La” can we talk about something else please
Not on the same levels and this discussion is thru
I have enough water don’t know about you
Put a bullet in the horses head and watch’em bleed
Then marching upon this dead horse until the mandate meets our needs
The hand beating the dead horse; always ignored
How the abuses of the dead horse always go ignored?
The spirit of the dead horse sits in front of a candy store
Reincarnated to a rocking horse
Like a debate going back and forth to no where
Down the back stretch flogging the horse to death
With a rope around its neck screaming at the top of your breath
Your audience undivided attention can careless
They say, “Take that pale white horse and put some wings
On it and fly to the stars like Pegasus cause we anit hearing it”
It is all a show, ponies made into unicorns
Who told you that?
You must be misinformed.
I know it was not Mr. Ed that horse is dead
Down to the finish line the crazy horse talk sounds like a whine
So Hi -Yo silver and be away with that shit
No sense in leading a horse to water and killing it because it won’t drink

For U Haters

Scholastic sarcastic
Redundant critics with their eleven o’clock news
Masquerades their emotions just to sing their blues
You are no philanthropist you do not posses enough to pay for attention
“Do on to others as they do on to you” this adage bears proof
You could not wait to join their finger pointing crew
Talking over others as your voice elevates, uncivilized creature
Interruption with apologies declares your anomalies
I thought you were a “G” from the streets
Maybe them rap videos deluded you to wear suit
Vilifications you exhale because I passed on the sale
Sold myself to me annihilating any other possibilities
Call me a prodigy of prudence, while your persona is translucent
However, all this hate I relegate into thin air to dissipate
Though you continue to instigate, its OK
Some of you are predisposed to act like Pinocchio’s and ignorant bliss is a liability
Which is why I keep a contingency plan handy
keep digging I will always represent me
Truly, a self-Advocate for my gigantic spirit and this may encompass text for the esoteric.
Believe me this is easier than pointing you out just to follow it up with a drop kick
Therefore, to prevent the Villainous Superiors heinously disseminate diabolicalness keep the comments objective

WIDE

I Rather fight myself than
Do a sub-zero finishing move on you
Sealing this envelope of this relived
Daytime drama traumatize
State of fear is the current life
The cries……………
“God please don’t let today be like
Episode number nine”
When the typical bad guys
Do what they typically do
And the distressed lay helpless
Waiting to be saved as usual
Acting if you’re the leading role
Of a normal Joe, victimized
By all society has to offer
Warrants your cuss words
Spits with hateful, racial, stereotypical, slurs
Your actions are just in the world of your “MUST”
Compare my pen to an elephant gun
You no longer run amuck
Whoa the mind job
Breed to cover mouth, ears and eyes
Portrait of life I draw when I die
Focus here and answers explain the other side
Hear all, arise not to fight sides
Build Lines with no divides
Make them go WIDE

Brute Reason

Persist with this cause
Every move; a piece is devoured
Lured by lore
Watch you break apart as you enter my world

Should have been around
Would have gotten down (laugh)
Not like the sad feeling of a frown
More why than how

The journey be paved
Ask and we shall display
Picture all that brings you your false hope,
Your knowledge of salvation is a joke
Took and take while begging for more
Show me how much you love the lord
More of us than them but have you really checked the score
Believing in you shouldn’t be a chore
Neither a beast nor here to boast an image of brute
But with this brutality from the hip I shoot
Reign as a dictator flaunting brutality
Pitiless I must confess
Capitalizing on your blunders ensures that you stay under my…..
Brutality thought you knew until you met this dude
Acting out shottas and belly, you fool
Don’t need a scene to motivate me
This brutality is hereditary
A coded human nature
You can’t ask me “why… I… do it this way”
Nonstop like a war campaign
Move my units thru and rape your gains, forever rogue; scared with my……
Brutalities, I must be persuaded, stand on top of you; issue coup de grace
Make you quake at the sight of me
Mind strains to find ways to counter me
But you can’t stop my brutality or
Halt any possibility; to find room to breath
This brutality is smothering
Don’t know from which way I’m coming
Like you’re standing in the center of a building that’s crumbling
Bag over ya head and you can’t stop coughing
I’ll go slave master on that ass
Haiti revolt and kill each and every last
Hord’em into the superdome and watch’em gasp
Bomb you for thirty days just like my dad
What the fuck you gonna do, I got a gun and a badge
The young and old, women and children
Run for shelter when I start singing…
The song of brutality
Will have you praying to every divinity
Asking for mercy to soothe this…
Brutality leaves you highly debating the next move you make
But from the arm of brutality you can’t escape
Until you correct all the atrocities (heh heh)
I‘ll do anything to succeed in dishing out this brutality




OBA RICHARDS

Remember a Time

Frame, Take a picture
Boxed in, this is your sentence
Thoughts..
Paradox…
Paranormal……
Parameters break

All I ever wanted was a piece, of the cake
Lost track trying to involve everybody
How selfish of me
Deep inside while Super Villain seethes
Staggers reason…. Pushed by egos/Emblems of Dragons and Swords, Take a course
Height has no limit, but to fly, at what degree.

We supervillains do not do much
Except live out fantasies

Set me blind, bliss
Then you teach me time
This Ignorance consumes humans
Feeding their curriculum, same golden plate buffet
Once again
The agenda is to Uncover
Hoods for hate
Evil eradicates
May I express sight?
Spaz from the core, these feelings
“Fuck your feelings”
Get in line/punch for lunch, its free
Just make sure you court…… Da Beast
Kind jesters, pitch fork hell harlots and Angels of Death
May we pass the time?
Kneel before the Starry God
Humble while I hurtle upon her child
I am to offer, may I enter your house
I am here to kill your time
Join me to sort out right Now
Now(this instant) Now(forever) Now
Look up, origins of buried treasures
Truth burned, da tangible precious… Crumbles
the machine blows the ash as it eats
are you shitting me?
No, some things ya cant make up so…
It becomes a frame
Boxed in for a day
when you remember a Time.


Oba Richards

NEVER MIND

Lord hears
Lord speaks
Lord sees

And I am left to seek, salvation and a dream.
Some Secrets were shown to me.
History bleeds,
While wounds get cut off at the knee.
Camera lights are blinding.
Vulnerable … the sum for life not lived
Some take wishes to have what his or hers.
The nerve and abuse of the word,
This “lcit” or “ist”, no mind the denomination
It’s all the ISM ruining the kids them,
Relying on this system
100 years you will owe them.
May I say break it down to the stem and remove all the seeds

Lord hears
Lord speaks
Lord sees

While I am left to life,
Thank the Earth for what she provides,
Plentiful!!!
Share your Bushels,
Love as you should
Your Love shall be blessed,
As any love should,
So live while…………

Lord hears, speaks and sees…



Oba Richards

OVER ALL

All over
Few are under the influence
It’s all over for the masses under influence
Why wouldn’t we want to wish well?
In the land of the free everything is for sale
Under the influence; pitched holograms of hell
Between the tracks kept like rats
The community died way before crack
THE plan was tank thought to keep the influence
Spread out like table cloths
They held those truths to be self evident; was the dupe,
Under the influence each chained had wanted to be a troop
Too many are free, lock’em back up please
Freedom if you fight for me.
To keep’em influenced changed history
It is all on the face of authority
The use of force not necessary so influential

Dumped a clip and reload all over your body. MERCY
Just for the protection of the whore, her moral ascendancy
Watch her hips sway; her eyes transfer dreams into mine
Persuades me, to with her I lay

In a dark room with “T”HEIR “V”ISION
Shows me everything and this one is all over
Can’t be the few to not discuss the news
Influenced the cool with action figures laser blasters
Half naked heroines’ skirt and hair blow in the wind
Stronger than strong men; Slogans that advertise
Just on look and your sold perfection; realistic fiction
Let’s make influence happen just like them
Seduction is the guise of her mastery.
Lips assure her creed
It’s all over bearing the scar of her potency
It’s all over


Oba Richards

Birth of PRO VS

Sound provider, YEAH, haters burn forever
Your soul for profits

that we take what was granted
Misunderstanded
Correct me if I’m wrong, but you don’t know shit either
Yes, don’t forgive me because, I know what I do
Those rape minded if you show them would want to stay blinded
Fixed in their evil ways, Lazy, useless, someone do it for me
No end
Planned a revolution, home team sold me out
All they want is a friend 

am I truly a friend if I dig you deeper in
Sin we know to well. 

Glory of this street life
Some eyes never seen struggle
How can we fight other nations when evil is so close to
Home this is not though 

I can do what the fuck I want
At the expense of the world
Inhale till my chest feels like bursting 

Exhale the pain it’s working to evil me
But as strong as I be, over come uncertainty.
Turn hurt to havoc and let those gourmands have it
I’m the martial martinet

don’t mix me with marvel
No mascot for Mesopilitopilis
My soul will not cost it
Strong will, cock back the hammer, charge my chopper
I need a burst of six, up to my neck in shit
Lungs a sponge, absorb the healing of a nation
Keeps me a notch below Irate, its no better that this
“Don’t fuck with me state”
In our hearts and heads there’s a space you can fill them
With love or hate
Make a choice; you’ll cease to make noise
Stab me to death or sit down and get to know me
Please don’t use your dismissing smile towards me
Those encounters let me know your Phony

Life Forms

Spawned from life forms,
Their agendas interrupted
Blessed by perfection yet blemished
Battle with womb-mate, Clash of Titans
Forever hate
Life forms speak of luminous bile
Their eyes hold dire sights for the unsuspecting
Never guided, never counted
In fact “whose idea”
Trust was molested, Patience tested
Vindictive for transgressions unnecessary
Life forms become weary.
Dilapidated
Forgave never forgotten
Heavy wrath yet never lift a finger
Ramifications for this gash in my posterior
Life less forms.

Oba Richards

May I fuck with you?

May I fuck with you?
Pardon, but I have no excuse.
I blame no one or anyone.
There is reason to matters that nature provides
There are tales of GODZ that live in the sky
Get high like the sky; to be disturbed by satellites
She asked if I want a piece, I took a bite, I left covering my eye.
Why? I guess I read the fine line that was her G-string
May I gather my spirituality, while tasting blood on my teeth?
Are sheets demons just like sheep? Are we?
What is the standard when this is the nation of unity?
Freedom is tricky
Fight and never die for it, realize you are and rather die
I do not speak often, but will look directly in your eyes
May you see me and I see you? Speak as channeled. may we?
The vibe is a form of telepathy.
Those with the hum feel the love; tap into the frozen ones
Make them open up like flower BUDZ
May I bless the natural, crumble with offering hands?
May I say it’s a beautiful life, while
May I say the rivers run wild?
May I say the waters are clam after the falls?
May I say now is not the time to brush anything off
May I say “fuck it” are you down for the cause?
May I say it is right NOW!

Oba Richards

Free write (Pop Tart)

Next person to gun talk
I’ll pull my Glock 17 and clear the scene.
You think you achieved, ever felt holy
You sicker than a cancer patient on chemotherapy
That is trying to come to grips with spirituality
Forced to live the lives you lead
Compete, spies meet, bond gear, self-destruct,
She somersaulted into your double take
Her eyes say, “Free me from bondage”
She should know that she could do better
This woman in chains
They want her to play these games
stray cats and dogs that sing love songs.

State the obvious or do not complain.
Need to get it off your chest?
Rip your heart out.
These dark jokes are all we know
How so, love is all so painful
Gnawed off your arm
After awakening to see with real eyes
Consequences do not realize,
They are born from situations.
Kill all debates genocide style.
Let us see if we can do a million a day.
States do the obvious,
They contract straws to break camel backs.
Agony, I learned to love by using choice tactics.
Do not grow old; you will just age to hate the young folks.
Spite is the trait of Beverly Hills housewives.
Prune mouths popping relaxers, chocolate and wine,
Boredom knows a jealous life.
Made to scale what, the eyes tell never fails.
Reconstruction on sale
Emotions half price.
Secrets end up in the mail

Chemical kill Chemicals

Formally in the nakedness
In birth water tossed like debris
A bond between sky and sea
Gentle waves tumble me
Rain dews the dusk
Fuss sandwiches the peaceful day
Say this many ways
"Come what may"
Only put the blame where it would stay
I’m not fed up
Just practicing the style of the Crane
Do not judge the strange
You will only give it praise
"Something bout this I cant understand"
Open Hand, Observant
Them working for a fist full of dollars
Rage speaks with a smirk
A pound when departing
If you know, you are something
Do not fear having nothing
Assumption wears a mean pair of shades
Just counting the days as if I were a death row inmate
Acceptance is an open hand
Tsunami waves beat on the sand
To turn your castle into debris
Nothing to nakedness
Screaming babies

Shut those eyes

Shut those eyes
it all begins
dreams are exhausting
A cast of all them encounters
the happy moments and the downers
These epic scenes
layered pies in the sky, only in this slumber
i posses flight. Betrayed, the mist is thick
shape shift spirits who never have a face
fully present for my horrific lesson
blindfold blessings confessed thru visions
Beautiful catastrophes misunderstood
Last breaths recur
I shut my eyes and I'm still living
in a graphic script played behind the curtain
of the real world
Perfect getaways and I can't stay
y'all dance like the Muppets on coke keys excuse me cooked keys
I feel like I inhaled a strain called molasses
Lets call this weight less massive pile of slide show projections memories
five sense sensory overload
sweat, paused heart, brush of death screams
shocked back to life, catch my breath then shut my eyes
Exhale and repeat, crazy are the labels
Scary hail Marys they are actually
are you insane, escape the atmosphere
to dream of living in space
like running from the grave
while ya chased in the fast lane
holla sins to heaven with a smile the devil made
eventually the eternal got that number
can't evade this encounter,one day
in the mean time, this drink of mine
mind erase, obliterates all that was a day
no new acts to add to the play
feed the head and beware the living dead
who lay in his bosom
breast fed with Kevorkian side effects
These nights
super expeditions indulged by the sub
who is blind except on the inside
where worlds collide here comes the dawning
remember, open ur eyes

DARKNESS

It is dark on my forearm
It is dark in my thoughts
These dark thoughts set off alarms
Do not know how I got these thoughts
The darkness I never sought
From where this darkness came
I cannot explain
Into my life the darkness came at an early age
My persona never showed this disorder
The darkness was right around the corner
Waiting to come out the cage
All that I chronically denied
I could no longer hide
I was at the will of darkness
The darkness took me for a ride
The tendency was not in me
To dis ease another human being
The darkness came out of me
Blood, darkness was happy to see
The darkness does not like to hide
The darkness poisons if held inside
The darkness will help you seek revenge
The darkness knows no means to an end
Darkness will aid you in your crimes
The darkness controls the Killer Mind
The darkness don’t ask who, what or why
The darkness only shares the bowels of your life
I swim the Mariana Trench of my soul
A place far from normal and bitterly cold
The creatures down here I am afraid to know
The pressures to gain control
There is only so much room for Darkness to roam

FALL

Shooting stars are just passing by
Shedding dust illuminating the sky
Shards of a body, pieces of a pie
Leaves from a tree fall gently
They fall gracefully
It is a romantic dance with gravity
Leaves fall to die
Their fall is nourishing to the earth that is deprived
Their fall will one day feed you and I
Stars are always falling
It is only a matter of time
I know the day is coming
Until the fall I will shine
The word action is resonating
Are you alive?
The world is watching
Get it right the first time
With success there is falling
The grace is high
Even if you’re a star that’s moving
Into a world you will collide

Misery Smokes Paranoia

Misery loves company
Fear tags along
Fear is a bitch ass motherfucker
Constantly loading ammo into anger
Misery lust after disgust
Disgust gets envious
Knowing it is just a plaything
Misery loves sorrow so much
Enough to keep sorrow by the nuts
Oh the shame
Depression sits in a corner until misery come calling
How misery pities cruelties’ cowardice
For never challenging a worthy enemy
Misery feels their pain
Misery comforts her company with despair
Misery wears the crown of stress
Misery showers her followers in disrespect
There is no mystery to misery
Misery is an abandonment of enmity
Pure insecurity
Getting high on denial
Anxieties from the cancers of society
Only birth neurotic personalities
Oh the misery, ya get all this free

Prophecy Profits

The sense and non-sense
Be based on your competence
Can you comprehend?
The few have confidence in your incompetence
It is a science
Experiments with your innocence
They have to pay the rent
How they love to bask in opulence
With tiers of preference, we got catalogs
That say, “Your problems we can solve!”
They got you by the numbers
They know your stars
They will bring you closer to god
If you pass silver over their palm
Their meaning well is a menace to those seeking help
Methods that captiously have you questioning
The need to know your self
Who are you? You think they have a clue.
They play on the fragments with in you
Now you got purpose, trying to fix what was working
Upon your pockets they be jerking
I am dressed in white, my hands are together, with eyes to the sky
I am the incarnate of some ancient guy
I got GOD on speed dial
Oui, lets pray for a while ja!!
The messages you receive is your state of mind
I was told bout the ending of times
The math is complicated or is the system of belief out dated
Just by chance with a glance
You know this bubble within
Existence has gotten out of hand

Running off Love

Clouds ran off the sun
Waters ran off the earth
Tears ran off a cheek
Sex ran off passion
Lovers ran off with hearts
You ran off with me
The beginning of dreams
For love, I ran off a cliff
Fell into ur abyss
Ran into ur dark side, quick
I had to get away, so I ran off
Like a runaway slave
I was heading north and you sent ur
Hounds, they ran me down
You put me back under ur love lock down
Oh, I don't wanna run from this love no more
All this running off makes my feet sore
When I say "I must go" you just ignore but all your love on to me you pour
That sweet honey all over me
It flows slow and thick with a taste that's electric
Its hard to run off when my hands are on ur hips, tasting tongues while we kiss
Its not easy to run off with a rock hard love like this

CULTURE

The ideas, traditions, decisions, ways of living, a web
One source, one course shared accumulated comprehension
Greater good and collective action
Propel aspiration to higher platforms
Atoms bonding to form silver and gold
Value of humanity a diamond waiting polishing



Predetermined in intention
Like the earths magnetic field, thru time the poles change
Though Not its purpose, to shield life from damaging solar rays
Salmon that swim up stream against the flow of Ice melting
They leap up and up, just missing the mighty bears paws and jaws
All for the next generation



A serious guarantee to be with happiness and peace and live in unity
To perfection is the long road of Practice
Only I can chisel it in stone
Only I can watch it erode
Over and over, night and day, affirm my stay
Casting away all doubt and pain

Anit got to go home, But ya got to get the hell Out of here

The hiss of the glycerine-spewing machine
Obscures the visions of the cave dwellers
Make-it-Rainers, Lascivious PTYz,
Killers rocking a Jesus piece and all who leap
To tread the mainstream
I’m out of control socialize with me
I’m breaking bread and pouring out plenty
It shakes the earth all around
The light of the Kaleidoscope rainbow is blinding now
Stomp, twist, and pump your fist
Yo, thats my shit
Standing on helicopter blades and need to sit down
“Cant stand these muthfuckas trying to throw me out”
Oh, she is half-naked showing her tits
He’s hold up his pants looking real sick
It’s only four hours how loose can you get
Loose enough to think you own it
Tears are flowing you just cannot control it
She has no interest, so you hate that bitch
Don’t care who you know, the answer is no
The circus will be here tomorrow
Time for you to go

Missed the Memo

Fragile fault line pulverized
Hard to track a broken arrow
Pieces of a fantasy visualized
Crowded path that is narrow
Please yell action when
I am on your channel
Your lights make me panic
Your smile keeps me cool
Let us let this moment
Sing the song of blue


Knowing so many people
How can I read you?
This heartless sleeve
The fragile stays where its suppose to be
Hidden from wants mistaken for needs
Compatibility evolves from tragedies
Spawned in the conflict of understood grief
I offer and demand the whole
A desire to forever with you share the peace
I will handle with care
To later, prepare a delicacy

I am blind
I never get the message
I fail to read between your lines
I must have been high
You will not look in my eyes
For fear that, you will learn to sigh
To trust with me your life
I will say to you “love”,” heart” and never tell a lie
Together we will share the fragile inside
I know some things come and go
We should let each other know
What we stopped here for
Signals and codes
Hands held on moonlit shores
Words you wanna hear to keep the fragile secure

MOAB

MOAB

Tell no lies
Heaven still burning eyes
M.O.A.B. (Mother of All Bribes)
Omni-whatever you say you are
Your actions where filicidal
With powers beyond capable
Power of the fables
Greatest print of all time /_\
Cornerstone of the luminat I

Motive: Thirst for life

With the thirst for life, seek forth
Haha
Sips never satisfy the need for more
The journey consumes you
Wont thirst forever
Still ya hoard
This thirst for life will run ya dry
Ya stare at the sun afar the vulture-filled sky
That shines its might of life so bright
Nothing to obtain a star is born
Built for paradise all space is its home
Not burden by the known
Free to form and grow
Mature to magnificence
By feeding on its core

"Our Side Opposed"

Octopus tentacles cut
Suicide dept
On a windy a day

Inner somewhere from that judge mental scare
Yes went there, dead ahead a carousel of red
Knowledge not to acknowledged your latter
Flatter ur self
Google a trophy shop ur game is bought
After ur scheme got caught, gutted and sold for fillets
Sound of machines brings out the juke
Another machine intervenes
They sex themselves
And I’m just the help
Who works whom?
When you say no
Them send dudes to pursue their yes.
How many roads to them yellow brick roads?
“Just up the so yellow…” say its gold roads
Where your nostrils hair OD
On the apple pipe dreams of the game to be sold
It’s always best to shake’em up to keep’em on dem toes
Their bubble men blocked in, small world and anything them oppose
The sacrifice not in sight, and them roam the skies,
“I got you” off the nose
Tapped with them gat
The game of tag
Might I add, you owe me one last
The fortune of your hands
Sweats for rubbish
How often does this thought pass?
“They just rotate”

CCMF

tore rest

If I ever start I won't be able to stop.
Stop, stop killing me please.
Bright lights and my fist pull back, that’s an attack.
No maybe or probably if they wouldn't eventually find the bodies
Would be a habit not a hobby
Pardon me I haven't had my meds,
The toss and turning in my head,
And there it goes the color red.
Woe, what does it really mean,
What it really meant is only a dis- ease.
Who do I eat? Breathe for me.
This be no favor, its a job till the energy disperse.
If I ever start, they won't want me to stop.
Thanks for the curse, continue to develop yours,
Do not defend those stats,
Its the same game with the same ending that's so exciting In the beginning.
We all grew accustomed and could Never really say "stop, stop draining me"
Stop, stop blaming me, it was flawed by design,
Yet you still whine while you categorize the hate and the likes,
You start to explain by saying “its like",
I beg to differ on what the mob of you concur.
Now we are at war just like the story of the stars
told long before the voices rose to the heavens with a plea...
Stop, stop killing me.

Matter of Fact

Remind me later was the verbatim
To an appropriate
Fuck off, “suddenly it got quite”
Pressure boiler wants a
Compromise haha
ducks in a row to disguise the spies
Name your
Price can you pay it
So say what!!!
What ya saying,
Some cheeses have different
Stinks, then blow the mind and even shoot the kitchen sink
Lets find out
POW…WER it hits you
Even in the presence
Once pride won’t give respect that’s
Due, now they coming after you and death is waiting too
So check your schedule
No pledged to you
How ya doing
In what mind state are you fluent
True is
Really? hahaha
Imma say “what up” to the wind
Listen to it sing
Ask it my name.
Scores

Anit it funny

Anit it funny
when your sitting on a cloud looking down to see who's walking round
Anit it funny
when ya down moving round you look up to see who's looking down
Anit it funny
when for long ya been looking round to see if you could get to the cloud to be the one looking down
anit it funny
Ha, Anit it funny
That its a part of the dream, and its all ya do is what it seems
Anit it funny
That ya live like ya do and you try to live like the "cloud crew"
Anit it funny
That you don't know the biz and you swear this is all that there is
Anit it funny
When ya praying to the god and your success is not based on gods' laws
Anit it funny
That you practice what they preach and the practice is a pattern for the sheep
Anit it funny
If ya knew who's laughing at you for the cycles you go thru. would it be funny?
No it really won't cause your beast will want to show that its ugly.
Your emotions will take a shit and I hope you find the right culprits who thought it was funny
hahahaha

3 Flags and a Beast

3 flags of freedom fly North way over my head.
They seem to race against the sky
as gray clouds move by before the morning sunrise.
I look up again and see what may be the end
Armageddon
3 flags of freedom sit perched like birds on a POWER line.
Instead, they sit upon a beast.
Not a beast from the wilderness
Or some roided out jack from WWE.
I am talking a mark ass buster that should be shot with 3 revolvers
Taken all 6 shots from each.
The beast of which I speak only takes lives, your freedom-time and currency.
This beast is tricky from time to time
asking you to come to a dark side.
They will use the FORCE to make you choose sides.
You’ll become a Agent of His-Story and whenever, wherever
Whoop, Whoop that the sound of the beast
“Do you know what the 3 flags of freedom mean? Do you.”
As you enter the beast, you bow to the 3 flags of freedom.
Your life, your precious currency, this so-called freedom
flies before you mockingly
you dont hear them in the streets?
Do you not feel their eyes following? Pimping Us
But we don’t fuss.. Enough
We rather take it and smile with no teeth
Just like the beast.
“They’ll never show their fangs to me”
learn how they speak; it is worth every penny
the ways of the beast lies beneath the 3 flags of freedom


3 flags I compare to 3 guns
Held hostage by a play called His-story
His 666 is sick sick sick

CRUTCHES

Lean away
Pendulum swings
Guide as measure
Yield to ignore sore spots
Embellished for presentable Acceptance
This one for the never respected
Their Tricks are made for….
In your darkest hour
Always there for
Ring me up just to sound like an ass
My voice heals
My voice heals
There are jokes about being gone a while
Yes, I hate to see you too
But I’m glad they know your back
Laugh out of range
When in sights hands slap
Didn’t forget the secret dap

“By the way may I ask one last?”
Come on brother from another mother
Be down for me like my truest homey

ABSURDISM

I have a reoccurring dream that my feet
Are targets at a carnival shooting gallery.
Only person paying to play is me
I always hit the target and congratulate myself with screams
All the teddy bears that hang there are missing ears
Their eyes as wide from the surprise of being sodomized
Demoralized, I take my spoils with blood their soiled
And continue to wander the grounds
Each booth I hobble up to has a sign reading
“Is this right for you? If so will the inner self please laugh like a fool”
“How do you do” wickedly smiles a distrustful bamboozler
Who hands me an entrenching tool and a carbine too
He says, “The choices are two,
A tomb for your bed and self administer a bullet in your head or,
Just keep digging and we’ll supply the dead”
I question, “Will I get to shoot?” he replies, “Only if they beg”
That moment I remember all the times to god I plead
From my hands bled Psalms of a wedding and funeral
Both are tribunals held in the big top
I confess, I confess, I confess
They shoot me out the meat grinder, no net to catch my fall
With whips that command, told to stand on the ball
Lion tamer feeds me shit and I regurgitate clowns
Who are Babushka dolls of my ego
I gather myself as the crowd heckles
While I embellish my wounds
Cock back my revolver and take aim at my feet

America the Desperate

America the desperate Wont admit the ships been hit Not from a foe, torpedo or kamikazes It was an internal eruption from its main engine Now there is an elephant in the room! Something needs to be done soon! She will soon come undone and crumble from within! Many may abandon ship or fight for the last life boat to live Some may stay and weather the fray, And hold their pride while the ship goes down to DIE! There will be a frown upon the Captains face To see the “Dream” in all dismay There’s no one to blame, except Top Chains of Command Whose stubbornness mislead to the matters at hand But, I seriously doubt they’ll give a damn All the Hands on-hand don’t hold their own decks With or without considered useless I must confess we are up to our necks The water is raising and SITREP complex Yes, time at present moment calls for a change of plans Patch it up, “Full Steam Ahead” And the head of the “Leader” who led us head less.

The Cycle of Crack pt 1

Young entrepreneur saw the path of that white bitch is hard
So he moved to the block and went hard
Young Money cook, bag, tag; manufactures with his hand
Permeates the skin, young money has a sensation
He is the greatest on the strip; all the fiends call him kid
Never did a bid, see him shaking his fist
Like 4,5,6; from 7to11 custos stay in high heaven
He knows this life, he seen it all his life
Throw’em in his mouth, when he sees the blue-red lights
No jail tonight, Po Po rides by
Its all good like everything in the hood
“Young money can I get 6”
Out his mouth he spits, still in plastic
Money over hand for that hard white bitch
He licks his lip” what is this numbness”
He like this, so constantly he spits out 4,5 maybe 6
Young money kid, hyperactive, making transactions
Speed up and own the block “BOMB” in mouth stacking his chips
KID get big, but looks a lil slim, eyes wildling, crispy crème smile round his lips
Two weeks back Young Money met a new friend
She was “fine” first time in America flew a Colombian line
He took her straight to the head, and then he choppered his cigarettes
Young money was a shot caller, at the club a “BOUNK” baller
Dope boys now call him a GEEK
Young Money on the streets; now everybody the Police
Looking like he anit ate in weeks
Not enough to go round for the fiends in the streets
“Its all for me” he screams Young Money Young Money
When them boys see young money anit nothing gonna be funny
He shorted that work, started hitting the stem under his shirt
Young no money ready to steal from me, the need of satisfying
Cycle of life accelerated for young fast money
Laying on ya back as ya go thru the cycle of Crack

RE-Comission

Come out the bushes and into the city
For it is the lord who calls
I order the word in his Holy name
I, descendent of dudes that knew Jesus
They were peas and carrots
Know that my preach is the gospel
Cause wisdom don’t live here
Just have fear of that cross you bear
Yep watch those tricksters
It is an old idea with a twist
That hoo doo fools the wise and weakens the strong
Asking me to kneel at his throne
No respect calling me flesh
Telling me to limit my self
Of all that makes me who I am
Should be put aside because “GOD has a Plan”
Build the flock, bible and speakerphone in hand
Screaming a whole lot of what GOD Damns
All thru the run down ghettos
Stands brand new temples
Fucking with your drive slow, tell yourself you need to go
When you do be fashionable
Have at least a ten spot for the basket too
See a chick ya wanna screw
Preacher starts talking looking right at you
Get down on your self; feeling pitiful
You ask your self “WWJD”
Urban church
Told to be in an image of another man
Division into numerous certain and uncertainties
It is all sex in the city and under the cloaks
Sins in the city foot to neck authority
Depriving the people of living naturally
Torture of the mind and body
Its simple reverse psychology
Outsourcing the spirit dulls the soul
Out looking for his image
Slaughtered you are on the road… to hope
By enrolled soldiers of damnation
Who throw the evil eye when telling ya how he died
Why did he go thru all that so I can live “THIS” life?
Who is the guide on the Invisible Path?
My condition has a condition
The Idea of fear is not the solution
Just piles up to be more confusion
New Mission

Factors of the Damned

Hello,
I'm an agent of the colony
I bring you a foreign policy of our preemptive strategy.
It is a guise of fear from those we fear
And ill compensate u if u join our team.
To refuse would be news for the wet work teams
who only dream to prove to me that they I need.
I need you
For some favors that are few
A couple thousands MDK's to spiral your locals into dismay.
Your current leader don't want to play our game
So we need to know the movements of his family.
Don't worry your hands will stay clean
You will be the hero who helped bring down the regime.
Ill set you up with the WTO and they will break you off a loan
so you can pay ur peoples to draw blood from a stone.
Can we put our headquarters near the ghetto dirt roads and vomit sludge from our bowels.
Can we choke you with our smoke stacks and sell ur people for labor and sex.
You look concerned
Can’t you smell the village’s burn?
It is too late to turn back.
Don't worry you can move to America
To live much better to save and send back all your cheddar
to build your castle next to the village you left on fire
you must believe what I'm saying because the debt is due.
Time to live up to your bargain,
Because ur damned whether you don't or do.

P.S.
Yeah ill give them all I got
My cleaning up will need more than a mop.

Cut Throat Assassin.

Treez Wrap

VA tested
My sardines got mercury
Ginger bread
Uncle Sam
CIA, operation believe that shit
Natural virus
Family trait
Pissed in the drinking water
Straight down the line
Talking bout your traffic
Triple capacity Jitney
I charge a flat rate
Wipe your own feces
Pissing out of a truck
DT’z
Shakedown solicitors on stimulus dirt roads
Treez wrap Treez wrap


Socks to my knees
Jacket like Inspector G
Go and get your gat and get Gully gangsta G
Sometimes I see Life thru your eyes
Still those things I must go thru

Treez Wrap Treez wrap
one last time

What is your Weaponry

Peter Pan Held a Dirk
Arthur pulled it out of hard pussy
Roman solider just had to stab something
His actions brought thunder and lighting
Blade held just that and is nice with the kicks and gats
Cats walk armed looking for problems
What da hell is bothering them?
I must kill for peace
I must kill so forever the speak of me
Text book me in history
All in the name of humanity
How funny are the contradictions?
Fuck the issues of the system
Send fire at them Babylon beast government
Those who make you pay the rent
Fists fuck their face
A case holds Items and cells structure and functions of the mind
Get destroyed just to put food on a plate
I keep going on like this; I will die on my greatest day
Then you’ll comprehend, implement
What I spoke when I stood staggering
Forcing words from between my lips
A campaign for stop talking shit
Come and get it, use your weaponry
Hating or just trying to kill me
Can you get it, survive and live it.

Y I wright

Why I write, it made the bus ride fly by
This hobby became comfort of mine (transit writing)
I wrote of the day, they protested Ilians stay
What was going on they blocked the roads,
I’ll guess I’ll have to write some more.
I write cause it helps me sleep at night
I write until my eyes won’t comply with open
I write because life motivates me
I need to know everything, so I write out questions
Why has writing become an ego sport? “I can do more”
Write more I do, inform you like a broadcast and this is not a test
I write cause sometimes there was not anything to do
While I would sit in a bare room, except for my chair
I would stare at the white walls that spill onto white tile
The restriction of the white washroom has nothing to blend in to
So I write about my family and my love for her, GAWD DAMN GRIL
I write cause I want to. It has nothing to do with you,
However, why I recite is a completely different story,
The super villain glory; that is why
I write to expel wickedness
I write to take myself more serious
I write because just about everything is amusing to me
Some how somewhere in a tear a hint of humor will be
So I write, when I get high, when I abuse spirits and wine
When I cant ague with you or when I want to garb my gun and BOOM
I write the names of people I want to kill
So I don’t have to see their blood spill
I write to chill out so I don’t have to bring the Steele out
I write cause I like to hear my self think
Its better than hearing yall talk shit
I write cause its substance needed on the mic
I write to say what real poets should
I write so I wont be hanging in the hood
I write because I have something to say
Not here to audition for “THE” play
I write cause I’m sick of some rap shit
And I’m here to tell it to you bastards
I write to expand my mind like a trip of Acid
I write and forget what I wrote
While some cant create and try to milk their GOAT
I write out of the morning and in to the night
When I find out why I write?
I’ll write that shit down, spit on stage
so you can hear how it sounds
Until then just, give my pen a TEN
For trying to explain why I write.

Little Child

Little child
See how you run with your bang toy
Little child
See how you stack your action figures
Little child
You must be the captain of the command center
Little child
You believe what you want to
Little child
You pitch a fit, scratch and spit
To who ever disagrees with you
Little child
Some say you been here before
Your words shock, your eyes can't be ignored
Little child
The world is at war for the future
That is you
Little child

NOMADS

The terrified float away from dire situations
Free souls no longer exposed to
Black Death and Fryer John at your door
Asking once more for the little ya have and ya first born
Land locked in a labyrinth of rain and fog
The green grass fertilized by rotten corpse
Creatures wait for nightfall to taste flesh
The old, women, kids and who ever clings on the limb of desperate
Has it come to this?
Is this all that is left?
Carry me away; winds blow me away from this place
Can’t stand it
Quacks who claim they are pure
The seer of Angles drown them selves
You still taste Rome in your wine
Leave love alone
The existence is far more than forbidden sex
Usury and sovereignty set the stage for all we see
The tree of branches with different leaves
The Root
Say it aloud charged with heresy
All hail my nation under the Almighty
Marching of the fools

Lost ya breath at the protest
The vote was progress in the leaders’ absence
All for the sake of the children
Laughs the statement
With its dirty hands that grip a muddy, shovel
The time is always right for tea
Not today though
The only sweetener is molasses
Just like the well-spoken public figure
Red runs the books
Parliament of crooks, who fish without hooks
Cause the net works
“Can’t believe that” is the expression, as fish gasp for air
Ever seen a bored billionaire that sits back and fondles
Twitter in his ergonomic chair
You put them there when you turned ya nose up to the other guy
The people and their parties parlay at ponzi support rallies
Its in the message
The view of the world making moves
Mobs that lob rocks and the blood that the club drew
The Grande finale to this travesty of a game show
Make it up as you go, when you find a new home

THE HIGH

Well here is a start to a hit from my high
You will get low in the eyes
Ya nose will flare wide
And on your face a smile of satisfied
Your heart may race and even change pace
No need to wonder if what ya taken is laced
I am here to give it to you in the form of the highest grade
It is only natural that I get this dope
Bringing it legal like your deadliest pharmaceutical
Nothing you can do, just notify your peoples
That ProVS got everything but stress, hate and
There is no second side two my face
If you wanna I be on ya nearest neighborhood corner
Reciting what between my lines
I push this pen and make it grind
Round and round until the words become refined
Then your ears declare, that you need this here
Verse I spit don’t compare to these cats who don’t come near
They are short stopped
I’m floating past while the rest fallen fast
And your last rhyme maybe that….
Do not make me reach in my bag
Grab my pen, pad, and birth a baby
I will put her incubator so later
I can portray her as the next Mona Lisa
Master piece of what grow inside of me
I am your everyday necessity
You no longer need what is not me
You will get so high
Do you wanna try?
There is no limit
I see it in your eyes
I see it
In your eyes
Your eyes see in it
I bring you
THE HIGH


Oba Richards

The City

The City




As I sat under the second bridged of the 36
Cast my lines and prayed for fish
The tide was low; just as I,
I bear my skin to the sun, but the clouds deny
“They block my shine”
Oh me Oh my
There is mist over the city, but I know it is just a noxious film,
The air will make you more than Ill
As the city which never has its fill
They pour in from all around,
Just as this trash on this Shore,
They are here for the skin on the beach,
The lights of the scene,
Seen some out of towners bust a Uwe,
For that street pussy they fiend,
They know in certain parts of this cesspool, that its as cheap as
Affordable homes, 50-dollar cell phones,
And some of you fake ass niggas and hoes
However, we cannot; we will not stay away,
No matter how many of your homies get taken today,
By trigger happy Babylonians or hell bent youths,
Thinks it is a game until they point a shoot.
This city, with in it so many cities,
Seems it’s being taken back, but it never belonged to nobody.
Claim your city, Rep your city,
Just be easy because the CITY has no Pity.



Oba Richards

DIE THEN

Yo cats are suspect
Full of suspense
Highly dramatic content
Lacking much substance
Truly a shame when kids
Act out your lameness
Bless those who walk with aim
Rather copy some prankster fakeness

You may not understand
But I hope you caught the gist of it
The shit that you spit is over with
We did not observe the game they played us with
And we settle for violence and negative
When we ask for love and peace; seems it can’t be found
It’s replaced with drama or has gone underground

No, No sir please get paid
I hope your content with the words you say
Cause lil taytay who wishes to be you,
Will grow one day to walk in your shoes
That no longer fit because you made a switch
And, now you must produce more garbage
You now know why, it’s on the dotted line
It’s infectious and spreads world wide
Killing young minds and those who try to live these lives that some glorify
I do not know why “WE” will not take a stand.
“I can lie down on a bed full of Grand’s.”
I see that here you still stand
Waiting for a change
I hold a monkey wrench to throw it in the game.
Build a Plane of the highest grade.
Do not burn me with that Gas
Watch my eyes go low like the see level
Come in and take a Dive, watch your self, this could be your life
I am an explorer and the ship goes deep
Places you do not want to be
The wrong side of town
Trying not to pass out
Missing your teeth wonder why you opened your mouth
You can say a least you tried
Therefore, the only thing that is left is to die!


Oba Richards

Free write/ Semi- Annual Report

Free write/ Semi- Annual Report

Push out in a cloud
Reality shapes from exhales
Naturally, I catch myself
Unconsciously the ghost inhales
A fail-safe to chance
I will be gone in a glance
Right before your eyes
Right where I stand
What is the cost of this ride that is so grand?
Never the question for those in war torn lands
Been here long enough still half a man
Apologetic forget it
That word “nigger” anit got shit on the “Red Records”
Ida B. Wells I got my Carbine and I clean it well
I’m not a time traveler
Yet the submission birth hell
Ultimate Striving Championship
However, were all in the same bucket
Constantly have to breech barriers
To climb to your brackets, all to be accepted
The whole picket fence dream is the Big Easy
“Let’em free gives us the worst from your country
If they can’t shape shift; do’em greasy
Keep’em low, and when the epidemics surface
We’ll just point to the ghettos”
Some cross the tracks and remove the dick from their ass to relax
Knowing those fables from elders at dinner tables were just labels
Do the math, less us, more you
We all got jacked by a blank check from Goldman Sachs
Obama must respect the hand that is feeding his ass
Oh well and God damn!!!
“Guiltiness rest on their conscience, Oh Yeah”

Oba Richards

Free Prisoner

Free will…
Fire wall Distorts thoughts
Seek free knowledge from fresh sources
Free to erase history
Wipe it clean In the name of
Red lines that intersect on a rider’s chest
Free swing, heavy metal
Free to coat my sword in the color
Upon the walls and floors, scrolls and books
Free to remember and forget
Resist to threats, become a threat
Riders rode and blood dried
In the name of more to come
Follow the regulations or
Their will shall be done
At the push of a button
Free prisoner make a choice
Them or Death
Free yourself in the name of
How much more
Understood was the code
Decipher, as I got older
Over stood was not a choice
It was that voice
Yet our choice
Free Prisoner

Oba Richards

High like me

Bet you don’t get high like me
Ask you for your steamroller
Scrap out the resin and get high as can be
Hold it until my lungs remind me to breath
Then I attack da cognac as it were Arizona Ice tea
The one with the runners called Rx energy
Start to grit my teeth
Black out and ruin the party
Bet you don’t get high like me
Got a sack of UFO pure potent smoke
Roll the whole 8th in a green optimo
Pulling on it like it was a Marlboro light
Cough up a lung until my brain and balls don’t feel right
I conditioned I can go all night
Candy, candy choco shrooms
Open like anxiety looms, on the roof howling to the moon
Shit!!! Drink Schlitz till my pants I piss
Red bull and Guinness until my smirk is a grimace
Boilermake a four loco and miller high life
Bottle glows like kryptonite
Full tilt ripped tonight
My red eyes no kin to red lights
Its all go Im feeling right
Hash and keef bowl hits
Blunt don’t burn to the finger tips
I smoke proper using roach clips
Bet you don’t get high like me
I get useless cant move or speak
This is how I like it, I’ll pass on the rolls and tweak
Bet ya still don’t get high like me

Oba Richards
2010

Faketrix Matrix

FAKETRIX
MATRIX


You say "sorry" SNAKE
"GOD forgive me" FAKE
Waiting until Sunday to pray
Wasn't this the day of rest
"Not hearing you"
All we do is smear shit over the mess , call it life
Laying dormant wont even give TRY
Then you speak in a manner, recondite
As if a scholar why bother
Your words take up delicate AIR space
Just as those before you
Take, lie
Steal, connive
I fight the urge to put one between your eyes
facial expression went WHY
"Do I have to die, your not my GOD"
How they plead and cry
In the name of this lord I take no pride
The currency has more trust than you and I
Yet for the dough I'll make you die
And all your folks that follow in line
Are doomed to this Hell, Oh the number on our days.
Please sir rhyme a line and do a juke for the simple mind
I really do give shit about the walls you hit
You built them for me, Now I scale them freely
Wanted it no other way except to make it easy


Oba Richards

Highversation

Made by the source
here to observe and learn
curious of course
so I'll just project my spirit into the dense world
Ethereal and speaking still
"Sir, there seems to be a drop in vibration"
From the dust came you
a vehicle for a better experience of the physical
And I will be leaving soon and coming back too
Just in case remember to talk like the wind
got to see a friend
Somewhere in heaven...

Time of my life
look, don't the things I make look nice?
Well, its my free will right?
have not seen you in some time
How selfish have been I?
i can no longer do that? fine
My creations help me try
all you say is LOST! BLIND!
You will see
this will become a paradise of mine
All I have are the sunstarsmoonskies
in a sense you were right
Cause now on them I rely
Help will come with the coming oftheoftheoftheoftheofthe