Open Mic Verses
ZenLand
Do You Ever Feel Like....
Breakin necks and snatchin purses and takin techs and blastin persons
And creatin sets for mass insurgents to start drastic purges
To smash the courage of Heaven's sects by crashin churches
No time to yearn the loss cuz I'm burnin mosques and turnin the cross
On it's head, God is dead, It's time for the return of the boss
No more words thats false or being concerned with loss
No more hopin for riches while the poor cope in ditches
Shit, Cover Wall Street with ferns and moss
Eternal Garden startin, ZenLand's open for business
Here, There's no downtrodden's pleas. Here, We all got what we need
Here, There's no cops we're freed. Here, we're not locked by greed
So break the chains and take the reins, Take aim and spray their brains,
They ain't usin 'em anyway and anyday they'll place the blame on you for things they "can't change"
Like the war on crime that they pour in our mind, When the CIA is main damn gang
They betray our needs, They want you to pray and plead
Well I ain't gonna rephrase my speech, Because one day we'll meet
And I'll slay those peeps with proud scholars turned to brave soldiers
They say we're free when the founding fathers were slaveholders
Fuck 'em
Think I'm Crazy
Tryin to find some peace to get my mind at ease
But theres crime in the streets as they hang behind the scenes
Sayin it will heal in time, it seems noone's got the answers
But we all got the questions, Shit I'm just guessin
Looking for signs in dreams
Propaganda, Proper slander is fillin the news
They demand us to stand up and enjoy killin the brutes
Bombs drop and knock the ceiling in two
Until the building is through, I don't know what I'm feelin, do you?
They say nation building but that's just sheilding the truth
We just committed mass murder without wieldin a clue
As to why or how many of the poor must die in their youth
Because of this holy war, when I don't even have Christian Roots
All my life I been told that this road is tough
And you gotta keep on walkin till you're soles get rough
But lately I don't know how I'm even holding up
Can't get no education because I'm broke as fuck
Is Uncle Sam dead or does he just not care?
Or did the fuckin bankers just smell blood in the air
And capitalized on capitalism?
While all my people meet their demise from malnutrition
Am I the only one feelin lost and confused without a purpose?
Feelin worthless bossed and abused?
If you do speak the truth and help save me
Because lately, I just think I'm crazy
The Prince Part I
This is a rough work in progress of what I have so far.
1.The Gracious Prince, Surrounded by Faceless Men with Tastless Grins.
Some say he's the Saviour Sent to Replace the Sin like the "Days Back When."
2.The Prince discarded his Title and Possessions and gathered Disciples for Lessons
And told them to Recite their Confessions. They wondered of Life and Heaven
And Why Professions led men on a Slide of Regression to Lies and Deception
For an addiction to gold which Rivals Obsession. Then the Prince gave his Wise Direction.
"Only a beast Fights his Brethren."
3.His Disciples were Sent to Preach as the Prince Went in the Streets.
The Peasant Bent at his Feet and with a Grin in his Teeth he Begins to Speak,
"Dear Prince, I have no Meal to Eat. Help me Again Please!"
The Prince led him to a Tent with a Feast as he was always known to Defend the Meek.
And The Prince spoke, "Carry Zen and Teach and the knowledge shall be Within Reach."
4.The Prince Mystified the Land as the Pride of Man. They believed him to be
God's Right Hand. But back home with no heir to Guide the Land
There was a Fight to Stand as King to unite the tribes Divided by Sand.
The Cave
I start depictions of Mars descendin near the atmosphere
In large descriptions as I lay scarred but ridden
Of bizzare inflictions. Which I soon removed
With carved incisions into the hull of my skull
Down in my brain where horrors remain charred but livin
As memories of miseries which turn into bars I've written
With jarred precision til I learn lessons of my transgressions
And they are forgiven. Until then they stand guard of forbiddens
As I lay trapped in a cave, where minutes lapse in a day
As I'm clasped, A slave of the past I face,
My laughs decay into a drastic craze of wrath and rage
Til I collapse and pray and synapses portray imagery near me
Of lastin praise which last and stays
And which maps away across the paths in the brain
And I master the waves and crack the chains as sparks flew,
And I chart my cruise through the passageways
And I start anew but my hearts confused, Earthly gains, Is it a worthy game?
Its hard to choose with only but bizzare clues,
I can only hope and plead that this isn't what's supposed to be
As serotonin pleas for me to go to sleep,
Rest in peace, I scream into the morning breeze.
ZenLand Part II-The Revolution
Each day is harder gettin slain by Karma wondering when I became a martyr?
Che Guevara. Things best change tomorrow or I'll leave in a flash of bullets,
Blake, relax and cool it. "Fuck that them bastards blew it,
You're an avid shootist, Couple magazines, gasoline and a match'll do it,
Face it mate this path you're cruisin is a disaster brewin,
You wanna nine to five til the time you die? Then collapse into ruin,
But if you're the Master...Prove it."
I AM the master of my destiny I just mask my complexities,
"What about your past felonies?" Those were from bouts of doubt and brash jealousy,
Now I'm past that, I'm on rap tracks tryin to grasp the melodies,
"HAHAHA Hashtag backtocelibacy!! You lack the relevancy
To make a success, What happened to breaking necks and taking techs
And blastin persons?" That was my last version, I'm past that person,
"Fuck that moment of doubt, foam at the mouth like a rabies bite!!"
You know what?
You may be right....
Because these people make me like.....
Grabbin nines and shootin fucks to pass the time and loosen up
A master primed and suiting up with a savage mind that refused to love
Them Garbage Kennedys, I'm starting remedies with Marxist tendencies
To rip apart the enemies that guard the industries from harm or injuries
Because it's hard to live in peace while we starve and live in streets,
God's arms in our reach, Pfft...I'd rather carve in a priest
And take his arm or limb at least when I'm charged on hennessey
Til the sun sets, but I ain't done yet then I target the ministries
With men armed with heat screaming, "Viva la Revoluccion!!"
On the eve of the conclusion....
Topical Battle vs Coup
Auschwitz
My visions blurred, I been livin absurd since the sinning's occurred
I'm just waitin at the train station tryin to give it a word
Or a name for my sorrows, Just tryin to maintain to tomorrow
Things are sure to change if I get a cure or brain to borrow
Because my mind's blown, It seems that my time's gone
I spend most my nights starin as the light's shine on
Through my darkness, I don't choose to be heartless
But the worlds got me chewed up and bruised up destined to lose before I start this
Track called life, Because it turns out I'm burned out and lack all rights
It seems I'm stuck in a dream searchin for facts all night
To find a purpose, Because it feels like behind the surface
I'm just a robot that knows not but mindless service
I don't think my kind deserves this as I stand in line for the furnace
No time for courage, Those runnin and gunnin are the reasons why they burn us
So don't cause a ruckus, Maybe they'll exhaust their bloodlust
And pause and love us before they release this holocaust upon us
But I gotta embrace the song because at the pace we're on we'll be erased before long
Till we're all locked up and shot up and our race is gone
And wiped from memory, Then again til then we'll spend our lives in misery
Nobody's tryin to hear me and my pleads as my brother dies as he lies near me
Because their murder in conjuction with their plans leads to further construction
Of genocide til the tide brings about utter destruction
Til we can't survive, As I've spent all this time tryin to stay alive
Is when I focus and notice that my trains arrived...
Topical vs. Zygote
The Da Vinci Code
He strokes his beard having his notes revered by most his peers,
His focus clear, Da Vinci, Noone's close or near,
Alone, Surrounded by emotional fears that's awoken here
Starin inside the fetus preparin to outline the features
In a timed procedure, The mind of a genius blocked by a kind demeanor,
He motions and quickly leaves, Notes in hand
Stricken with grief, memories hidden deep shows again,
He's missin his sleep, he knows it's within reach to propose a plan
To get relief, he knows he can, Why he doesn't? He don't understand
The complexities of thought, forever bound for rememdies he's sought
But never found, these memories may never be forgot,
Condemned to celibacy he taught himself any pleasure around, heavenly it is not,
So whats he supposed to do? He knows that soon he'll coast on through,
His problems are miniscule, but the critics grow in groups
And allot of em ridicule his clothes and shoes as they're usually worn by those in youth,
His grown into a recluse where only he knows the truth, he blames the envy,
His emotions change from anger to pity as people spout doubt of the supposed dangers of Da Vinci
The homosexual man, the stranger in his city,
Although his peers praised his views, noone was near to care or soothe
Or hear a prayer or two for the despaired old brute
When acusations flew, Without even questioning if they were made of truth,
They want him locked in a cell, throw away the key let him rot in hell,
They go on he's a show off who lost his health
Da Vinci, the man who knows all, yet not himself...
Topical Battle vs. Frank
Control
Rocks crash and knock and splash molten ash
Til the focused blacks erosions causes implosions from molten stacks,
The heats expansion movin with swift speeds advancin
Aross the reaches of land then starts to cool into polar caps
And tears apart into pools which quickly turned to carbon fuels
Which levels the past with speckles of grass
With the Devil's laugh now reduced to trebles that crash,
Quickly things change as plains range for miles on end
And after awhile again then the tides begin
And life forms, And by man's beginning the planet is living,
They're torn with fear with tranced visions which can't be forgiven,
They grow into hordes with spears and with planned precision
Make the world a cage enswirled with rage, Forgetting the lord is near
Until the connection is lost, Not remembering that transgressions cost,
Life is dire but still we light the fire forgettin the loss,
Fuck the world and feed the heavens exhaust....
Topical Battle vs. bleak
America the Great
Where's my respiration? My breath is takin away from debts and wages,
I'm left in rages forming preperations to level nations and create seperations
From domestications, You don't realize we've stepped in cages,
But I've kept my patience looking for the best of saviors like moses,
Focus, Look past the hocus pocus and notice that what they've shown us
And put forward is bogus, "Money doesn't help the poor but hope does,"
Of course they loathe us, They're forced to blow up and besiege the leeches
As bombs drop like swarms of locusts, The door is closed up,
The rich are chosen after wars settle the scores with big explosions,
We're left with mixed emotions probably since the economy is in a fixed erosion,
While kids are hopin the mages of Wall Street can fix a potion
To ease the wound, But they keep it open, The bloods seepin and flowin
On the streets they grow in, But they say they'll be peace in a moment
And we believe it to, why can't we see the truth?
I'm pissed to the core left wishin for more, I need a lift to soar,
They can't feed us, That shit's a chore, but they need us to get their force
To get sent to wars on two trips and tours without mentioning what for,
Thousands lifeless and you wonder why it's like this, What's rich without poor?
Topical battle vs. Red glare
The Key Maker
The Key Maker, Also known as the Dream Taker goes past to be seen later
In keen prayer, In his drawer of keys Is war and peace, The more, the least,
The fours, the threes, The Lords we believe, The stores and streets
Where we mourn in grief and get scorned and teased and torn to pieces,
Born to breed and once we've bore a seed we're forced to leave
In morbid defeat restin in the scorchin heat,
The beginning was fertile now we're swimmin in circles,
The more we preach the more we lead to the core of deceit where more of us bleed,
Now we're trippin on hurdles trying to maintain, The times have changed
It's time we came to drop and stop lying to refrain from the truth of our roots
And lose the views of soothsayers and view prayers as reflections, dreams,
Not heaven's beams sending a word, It's absurd to think the message he sings
Is incur the damage that weapons bring, It's live and learn,
Give and earn, Can it, You can manage without a new bridge to burn
Because in the end we all turn to ashes, Burning pastures for the words of masters
Learning laughter and the words we chatter gather no worth or matter,
Go to church, Get fatter, Go to work, Get flatter, It's no disaster,
This has no meaning so look past your dreaming and realize the path you're seeing
Doesn't even exist, It'll leave in a glimpse once you change directions
And your brain's perceptions and attain introspections through reflection
Things will seem greater, Then you realize YOU are The Key Maker....
Topical battle vs. Veritas
My feet are swollen, But I keep on strollin through the heat that's growin,
No leaves are blowin, But there's no use in stoppin
I have no use, I'm rotten, The best picker but I'm less, a nigger
Raised off of blues and cotton and since I refuse to rot in
The noose they're droppin I'm confused, a problem,
So leave the talking and keep walking after they got my boy Bruce and shot him,
They refuse to stop them they choose to watch them
Lynch mobs get pissed off and leave us strangled
As our feet dangle in the trees beneath the angels
Beaten and mangled to tout their dominance
In a message sent that's heaven bent without a conscience
About nonsense, So I packed my bags with a map and cash
And left the past at last but fears still instilled and mashed
And it's grown and grown, But a home ain't a home when it's filled with trash,
So I left that building fast and grabbed a guitar and pick
And a cart of cigs and learned where hell charted through,
Learned the twelve bar blues and charted quick to new points,
Gamblin and ramblin from juke joint to juke joint,
A livin attraction talented and travelin from Memphis to Jackson
With and women and cashin in on my gold record, I know I shoulda known better,
So mama here's my note, my letter, Sorry I left you neglected,
I'm just waiting on a debt to be collected and it's nearly locked in,
I reckon in a second I'll die a legend, But know I miss ya and I'm always with ya,
Sincerely, Robert Johnson
Topical Battle vs. Kuja
Obnoxious Dave
Depressed. Betrayed. Compressed. Decayed under Heaven's weight. 'I best behave,
Still in a belligerent temperment. I waste no breath to pray. What's left I save.'
Relax. Pause. Wait for honest praise. Blast off like a comet's blaze.
Emotionally bonkers. Socially awkward jackin off to topless babes.
Obnoxious Dave. Stocked with rage loves nothin but blood gushin from mosh pits with blades
....And this is one of his positive days.
Ominous gaze. Apathy. Too mad to breathe. A savage beast on top of his game.
Black tee's and platinum chains but something's happened, A change.
He's zapped and tazed and slapped in chains.
Locked up in handcuffs on a passenger plane
For rap sheets of past beefs of madness and rage.
Inspector Matheson proclaimed, 'Stan have this faggot arrained in the cabin with Shane.
Hey you bastard!! Don't you have any shame!?'
Obnoxious Dave has not been phased. Locked in place he gives the cop a gaze.
.....This is one of his positive days.
He replyed, 'No it's a habit that became a labyrinth of pain.
I'm savage. Insane. An addict contained in a cavern of brains.'
He laughs. He's crazed. Happily deranged. Stan doubles back and paces
To the table to look at their faces. A myriam of victims.
He's unable to maintain his calm. He puts his face in his palms.
He starts to pray to Psalms...But it doesn't help...Something's felt.
Anger to this stranger he's got to release. He grabs the gun in his belt.
He rips apart at the seams. A dove in Hell...He loves himself.
Obnoxious Dave is shot in the face. Bullet lodged in place at the top of his brain.
.....Stan just had a positive day....
Topical battle vs. Just Write
Life
Matthew, Sr., The dad, The preacher, Hopes the grass is greener
Or it'll at last be sweeter because his past was neither,
He's masked his features to hide his sad demeanor, He's a habitless creature
Who crossed paths with schemers who tried to bash his leader,
The Lord, God, His master, Teacher,
He loves his guidance but now in his roughest time it's nothing, silence,
It's tough, his mind is on the cusp of violence but before hes rushed and blinded
He asks for something, kindness, He brushes the tear that touched his eyelids
And takes a minute to pray amidst an array of men depraved of a glimpse of grace
And begins to say, "Dear Lord please grant my gift today."
Amen filled the Baptist church, "When what happen occurred, I was mad at first,
Which then brought depression full of haunting obsession until I wrought these transgressions
And I thought, but I'm guessin that the Lord has just taught a lesson...."
Two days before
Matthew rushed into the hospital, But this time it's different,
His face's blushed and comical, Today life was given,
But there was a problem, his wife is missing,
He goes to the service desk a nervous wreck,
"Excuse me ma'm I'm looking for my wife Pam, Have you heard from them yet?"
Her face tells it all, He goes pale and balls his eyes out till he fell and he yells,
"To hell with ya'll!!" The nurses help him up and he's led through the hall
Uncontrollable until he hears a soothing call, The napping tune of
Babies in the ward, Facing the door, is a baby named Mathew, Jr.
"And I thought, but I'm guessin that the Lord has just taught a lesson,
We know that from the moment when life begins it must die and end,
Time and again we try as men to fight the cycle and win...
But we can't, and thats what makes life precious,
Count your time in seconds when you enjoy your prized possessions
The lies and deceptions only serve to blind our perceptions
So that we don't enjoy our lives, When Pam passed I balled and weeped
But now I have this boy of mine, Who's all I need"
Amen filled this Baptist church.
Topical battle vs. Rawn MD
The Last of the Worthy
Bruce and Ken, The Vesuvian Men, hang outside the Peruvian Den
On Hallucinogens, Confused on a binge and losin his skin
Ken screams, 'God damnit Bruce it's doing it again!!'
"You're losin it man,"
Bruce soothed his friend for a moment or two and then
Ken cut loose and ran into the shadow of limbs
That ***kled at him and rattled and spinned
Til it formed a castle of men captured and shackled within
With faces donnin a laughable grin and chattering chins
And a deep, dark black ingot lens that swallowed and flattened him in.
As he fell in the darkness he started passing his friend
Who only spoke braile in the carpet because his eyes were welped and tarnished,
Overwhelmed, he felt disheartened surrounded by hell and carnage,
Artillery shells and carcusses covered the well of heartless,
"Ken, breathe, all right?"
Just then he seas a sea of light dream a beam of flight
To a rock now deemed to teem with life in the perfect position,
Circular suspensions align to supply vertical dimensions,
And plants arrive confined to a fertile existence
That flies by in a merciful sentence,
The he seas the sea of light retrieve and ignite a herbal incense
That causes the rock to swirl and spin winds creating terminal tensions
Til it quakes and slides and breaks and widens
To form lakes and islands that create the horizon
But then...
He awakes in time, and tastes his mind....
'Wait, am I think that I'm'...
Silence echos in violent cappelos in this timeless meadow,
He cries, he's mellow
He's open wide, with dead bolts,
Staring into the eyes of dead folk and the wife he left home
And his childhome sitting shy with headphones and a microphone
Writing a song, 'One day I'll be known',
And with an open mind, he let's go,
Fast forward and he sees his casket and corpse,
He never made it passed his thirties...
He awakes a dying man with open eyes again full of wrath and mercy,
The Last of the Worthy....
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