have u ever had a dream where ur sitting in ruins where the black ashes and the rats ask u wat ure doin entire cities destroyed and ure the only one foolen around anymore cuz only ashes surround ure the only one left theres only one sound fires, and explosions, sparking wires, and erosions sewage water youre potion where water and gravel your lotion a notion tells me im the last one left entire planets problems and distress felt then suddenly u see the one u love walking to u with no clothes on from above she gets to u only to push n shove cuz all she wanted was ur love she asks whyd u do it , shoot it never occured to you takes a kiss and super glue , it to ur mind so u dun forget ur body filled with fake sorrow and regret take it ull let urself try to overcome it ure gaining nothing from it she walks bak up gods holy stairs take a look bak wit 5 mintue stare n ure left alone in the blakness of ur home suddenly god talk to u and spit in ur face almost at a steady pace he yanks ur face like shoelace and then u wake up in ur one bedroom apartment look down ur garments , ur missing ur best deparment o god , these is times is so hard n thats wen i wake up , its like a patch of k1 won

from what i understand, this where he stands a normal day on the parking lot, me n chocalate bopping bop mhel walks away, his girl looks his way, and the group flow stop its like we needed the extra hop, to follow him and ask what up "leave me alone", "ima go home", his shit kill the flow then he said " fuck you all" and that tied the pretty red bow on top of it all. indeed jan.4 was a good fucking show struggles, and stress, rumbles, and fresh gonna tell the story while the dude p.m.sing his girl adoring him so much but he ignoring, she started snoring sucked other guys dicks, with a top to bottom licks we all got sticks, then dudes had to get their noses fixed, and stitched all these actions concentrated into a 7 day period i'm serious, he showed to school one day with cuts on both arms looking delirious niggers on the other side of this was furious mhel had drove away, from the ghetto life and dove a different way i guess fate, is what made him stand in fronta 4 niggers figures, a dirty look and a baseball bathe snapped em like twiggers wiggles, away snickers,and the ghetto chapter which snap her and him is all over, nigger free to fly dover the drugs over he sober, feels good to have a nigger returned everything go back to normal the court is adjerned we all earned, what we deserve in mhels case he got his just desserts

in my life i've had alot of friends, that make my weekends but this dude was different he never thought of what is or what isn't so listen, just a regular day at the parking lot niggers talk about smoking pot, dude walk over his name is cyrus hes what i needed he was the climax, in imax we talken everyday, then he brought up the game he starts rappen his words made me snap and thats what i need to happen, i pretty much jumped in his lap then i said, "homie teach me to rap and, me and you will be trappen this shit by suprise", he took a deep sigh, till the dude say "fine" i got out my paper, and then he said wait here he took 3 steps away, then said homie fresh is your name i started writen bout my hood, till the shit got good and what i should, do with myself, influence which i fell for, how i got kicked out the door, my time on the b-ball court i wrote about snare, i rapped about despair i never stopped, i always bopped, i left tear in every spiral i use, i'd chug that booze to stay awake at night, curfues nine? id write till midnight me n chocalate would rap at the parking lot with the beat on max it was the bopping block the barking got hot, the walk and stop and listen to some rap when you were with us you never need a map, just lie down n take a nap then will i is came in the picture, his sound just hit your everything, now we had anything, then with a silent ding i gave them an idea, lets be a group me n chocalte and is wanted to see a studio and this thing got us closer garenteed more for, us and then we picked up our DJ from the sofa K.G.S.V., drove our careers like the chaffeur i didn't want it to be over my lyrical sound let chocalate get sober then he said he's moving to compton we all did our best but nothing could stop him the fucker did nothing but sin, i lost trust in him and i didn't give a fuck, he could suck shit all day, i stopped saying hey every time, he always had his way but motherfucker im from the westlake bay i cut our friendship ties, since he called me fresh they were all lies i told him fuck you and i said my goodbyes the fucker aint a rapper, he a crapper he draws, with his big black paws and he cooks, with his faggot cook books and he tricked me with his lyrical looks let his shit go to compton fuck him, let him, come back i'll stomp him mop him, around this lot and so much for boppen i want my old friend back the east coast chocalate rap in my life this just another flap in my mentally insane mind i adapt

yes, my name is fresh, cali bound cuz u.p.s shipped my shit and shut a whole life in one night got no wife, so i guess the knife, didn't kill much such,things like friends aint nothen but trends and trends end, dead before you gotta message to send my words offend, do i care friend? i was taught to transcend, i shoulda stole that mans mercedes benz just ten,dencies of a civilized man, in a civilized world with a civilized van, and no civilized girl a just realized plan, through brown real eyes, girl even though things changed, even though shit was pre-arranged i engaged, the move as a new story to blaze a new stage, new friend paige, ruins dates no matter the age the east coast taught me to obligate the perpectuality of a mental sage o fresh, what do i do wat do i press? do i fuck him or do i dress? should i waste this where i invest? or should i just pick up this mess? they only listen to what i says what a blast, hustling with chinese fortunes in the back i keep the stash i wanna focus on the real story contents may be real gory be what it be it aint fucking boring i go to school every day of my life A's and B's to try to live up to my parents hype write and type those home papers till 12 am i formed an underachiever cause thats what i am the card came home "bryan what the fuck, we gave you everything you need you can't fucking suck schools gonna get you far not your little black piers Ruth get me the belt bryan suck up the tears" "hit me if you want i got no fears fuck me over dad send me back to the sears tower if you want i'll survive on my own" "maricon go to your room " the threat is already thrown blacken my face out no emotions are shown rush up the stairs relationships are torn i got an attide , it's flying altitude my teacher slapped me cuz im very rude my girl loves me cause im overly prude my work ethic is mechanically built starting soph year my letts began to tilt in the positive way, it was a positive day but you don't understand the way i live i got hit, cause my attitude aint fit "bryan you need discipline, military immaculate" i'll run away fore i reach that road trip they don't give one about the words i rip or the lyrics i spit, shit, they hit me the day found out about it "para colombia te vas, no te aguanto mas para que aprendas a respetar, fucking callate te portaras eres un hombre, aseguro que lloraras, pobre queraras regando te va gustar, nadie te va querer dar" i myself have internal moral conflicts i burn like an inferno every second the clock ticks i dont believe in dicksucking the cock licks itself, cuz i drive my own lifei m in the cock pits my mentalities set on what the crowd picks for me to do, im the guru,ima do what i wanna do cuz thats who, fresh is, my minds set on the best biz i dont care who i dis, ill crush his nobody can tell me nothen, my mouths open

my notebook ran outta pages i got a new one =)

I feel sad, that I lost what I had, but it makes me feel glad To know that I’m not in that state no more and It was either this or what was on the other hand Like Sand, it was slipping through my fingers Slow, I let my mind overflow till that thing spurs Like some sprinklers, try to picture those pictures Outta all them I picked hers Cuz she was my misses and I was her mister fors The while we spent, talking cool and spilling blurs But she was a bear and the bear goes gurrrrrs And I was the cat and the cat sits and purrrrrs And whoever witnessed was the bird and the bird sits in chirps Flies off and tells all its fucking jungle twerps That was enough shit fresh cut out the excerpts But I was haven a blast I never knew 31-10 would be the last Time , now me n her were just part of the past The streets looking lonely these days For reasons that I cant explain the pain, of the same, shit is all me to blame Lame, I kno its all just a game But I move on “hey …whats your name ?” “O I’m shame “ “hey I’m fresh you have a pretty name “ “fresh …you’re a rapper o that’s so gay “ She was cute too , well in her own way I guess I break wasn’t a bad idea Every now and then I see a Loser trippen over nothing I wana be a Person that don’t gota worry bout that but we a Wise lil group that say fuck you so see ya in 10 years that dude goin be worken at the closest ikea He aint gonna have enough to feed a Family, but at least he tried truthfully Back in the u.s. p.s. I still love her I guess

hellos touch your heart you never find a family like mine at k-mart even if you did they dont come with the k-smarts i complained in the beginning , but i maintained till the end , i actually valued the time i spend sitting around that tequila bottle, spitting mi agulla throttle not cause i bought all, but cause i love em all sitting in the hood, the same where that crazy fucker shot all, but its all gud , kissed that girl is what i should have done, or give her a good time wit the money i won like i had fun, with all the problems that i spun but fuck it i had fun, can't deny it anymore, son but now to the other side of this world my older brother fucked us with his mural that he made, boy he was feeling up a 40-year old girl everything we told him exited through both his ear loobs this guys girl had to buy custom bras for her small boobs that grandma had the coldest heart spent her weekends getting fucked at the hood bar that old bitch couldn't even afford a good car but she picked it with my brother now my brother found his lover plan everything they did but they couldn't get it past my mother my moms not like any other, she aint like my father he always wanted money for her my dad was like the fucken godfather my brother did shit that left us standing stills all his shit was like an episode of the hills none of that matters my family was always special to him even though he pulled a number ele-ven how can he look at himself and call him one of us men a seven? no, he acting like a freshman oh nothing bad can happen to him he a metal men i guess thats why the shrink prescribed him ritalin oh this is summer break all over again hellos touch your heart but goodbyes are always hard

every time i see myself alone i think of the stuff that've torn me up, no one adore the kind of person i am, im worn out of this depression, i was born like this, an ounce of happiness to me is a 3 point score and this shit aint really helped it just made it more worse, this shit just playen out like some 10 buck whore and, it all started when i left chicago always being judged cuz im colombiano i aint deny that but i say im also americano shrink down my attitude feeling like an enano 1 star personality just like an in-n-out girl bitch thats a felony, gonna have a group on you if you mess wit me homie you got a price to pay aint none of this free shit gonna be gory , straight up west side story my mom tryed to make me into something perfect only thing she accomplished was changing my surface the person inside the body that don't fit him was more this than more that, more less, the purest pure less, sht was like incest

comment man im from my lincolnwood, everythings a would, a could, a should everythings appreciated even mr. west is good violence haunts the streets of my hood its like passen the volver round the table in a series of looks kaboom ! shot hear round the worlds aint affected by nothing i be like some corner standen girls metal swishes and toe biting 3 pointers blood wrenched courts all of my 24 hours challenging us? we gona blow you up like the twin towers all of my homies against 12 of your joe maurs gather round the table boys spin the metal toys aint like you gota choice sears tower, sox game, 23's hour, dots name north side cubs, southside fear, downtown clubs, the navy pier hit up pubs, love my dear, st. jude scrubs, a frozen tear

fresh bein fresh , wrote this n it took some time soo plzz comment on w.e. u like or dislike thankss i got boys haten on me cuz my shades to dark got pretty toys haten on me cuz my car is stock even elders haten on me cuz we talk on the block they got officers on me like a bean to its stock we just mock, em all day and every weekday night but we never run away we dun ever leave they sight its a might , while they look at us and call us malicious so we tell em to fuck off while we sagg our true religions and we jumpen every wall like a pair of fucken magicians then we order off the dollar menu cuz that shits delicious then we walken past the police and we fuck em wit our fingers and we signaling to all our brothers motherfucking some and licking them while we sticking them to all the kids that have been picken some motherfuckers blink their shit wen they see us comen again i rock my slim straight levis and my ankle high supras slim shade or T.I's they be national goof balls that kill it everytime they tear the motherfucken roof off. in my back i chill a 750 and i chill a stang hang em out in the bak while my group spit the slang sure they pretty on the outside but they all feel the same lil suckers always leaning towards my brothers mustang sure we unique but we dun give a shit we no more better than the words that we spit shit, i guess thats why we are how we is i miss, not haven haters on us to insult our biz not haven losers tryen to sink our ships not haven snipers to shoot down our blimps just join the rest of them hood wearen whimps no but they swear they the neighborhood pimps but i guess thats why we are how we is