This transmission's brought to you by a hot off the block student, the type that's blasting Rachmaninoff's music cruising while he's talking off about stupid stuff that's honest to god bluesy; stuff you may not want to hear. But it's not that damaging to the ear, just a little commentary on what you fear, just a little talking about what the truth is and how to soothe it if it's not what we wanted to know. How our quest for the knowledge turns into a passion that we mask because we don't wanna argue. Welcome to the mind of a person who's sad for no reason, and it's the season to think, implore, divide, fortify, take a look inside more than meets the eye. Read the ologies, study the isms, free your mind from your ill mind prison. Light refracting off your brain shaped prism, becoming everything that your ignorance isn't. When you become the one you wanted to, see the reason why you aren't honest to the people who said they wanted it all for you. Look at what you've done.

I'm a catastrophe waiting to happen my mind is attracted to chasing the patterns of a spawn of ill truth, call me the Tom Wilkes Booth of a generation of kids carried all the way through a path of education taken for granted because the kids demand that all our questions be answered before a chance to inquire inspires in their minds and so comes the cancerous amateur thinking that splatters into society's mantra of insidious sounds; call it the screech of youth. We speak the same tongue between me and you but there's more space than what words can reach to, so if i said what i had to would it seep through? If it were a sonic boom full of rocking tunes could it go into your ear like I'd want it to? Would I be lying if I said I was honest in applying this such is really the work of scholars and scientists. I swear that we need this, swear that we feel this, sharing in our weakness, anti-elitist, anti ignorance, dreams of significance, gleams of our existence, the truth at this instance, progress through thinking, the sharing of ideas, the study of awareness given its mass appeal and if you ask me still I'll be glad to reveal that I'll never stop wondering why the hell I'm here. I guess you never knew that we could have been the ones to go this far (indoctrinated species of mass consumption) because we have treacherous mechanisms pending the reckoning of all man kind (we all destroyed the ones we all became the ones) Levy faith, it's that heavy weight reality coming back to snatch us into that heaven's gate we live a life that's limited edition so in this religion I'm in a predicament that's approaching a peasant state, I'll never wait patiently to find my own salvation, I'm tasting every fruit of the earth I'm never wasting any seconds or moments with my friends and homies, because after enlightenment it goes black and lonely. Angels have no mercy. Angels live on clouds. Angels have no worries. Angels have no doubts. We are not immortal. We can't escape the shroud of darkness on the other side. This is all we got until we die.

I'm looking up at the sky through a glass trying to find the heavens, ironic that the most humbling job is the most irreverent. Because every time I stare up and see something different I'm founded for heresy for bringing clarity to a closed system of humans who think they have everything figured out. The holy man takes all of the gold he can until he's able to say that he's the chosen one: The Lord of The Sun and anyone who opposes him will be taking a devil's route. I'm just a renaissance man. My mind is my weapon that I tightly hold in my hands. I hold it even tighter when my master demands that I deny what is rightfully true, to silence the lambs. The masters of this world wanna hide what's true. To have you understand not your life, but rules, because if you knew that everyone's end is demise and doom, you wouldn't worship all your idols and gods, liars and fools. The stars above shine brighter than any man's mind. How could we ever take the place of the gods? Why appeal to reason to save the lives of kings when he himself knows nothing. Nothing at all. Who controls the past controls the future and who controls the future controls the new world and who controls the gods controls what the earth is and the men who can do this are the men that we worship. It's that new world order shit, with liquid swords and hollow tips. Quick to blow your country and make your children follow it. Killing your family got something to say? Getting them back? Not today, just pray for forgiveness and hope that a witness can save you from your evil ways because our ways is nice, our ways is holy. Ima lock up your friends just because your friends is lowly and your wife she blows me because I am the shit. This isn't satirical rap this is me being a Christian that preys on the poor and rapes all the young. From Augustus to Theresa there's evil in everyone. Just because we wanna believe in something that gives us hope we give everything to an idea that will leave cities in smoke. We trade fear for holy wars, logic for an excuse to justify our madness and justify our abuse to our own people who are collectively lost. Is their any place for reason or are we destined to die off?

Fear your thoughts, wash them out with slow poison and fill the void in with all these stupid and false hopes and see if you can find the peace in the dabble of enjoyment or see if you'll feel the nothingness in asking what the point is. See if you can laugh it off, or break down at the thought of it, or use it as the inspiration to be more than moderate. Maybe you'll trust God with it or maybe with conglomerates. Money talks, it'll speak lies if you're willing to fall for it. Your existence ain't part of the bigger picture till you realize the universe ain't really what you figured. But what other known intelligence could influence reality with ideas and destroying and rebuilding earth's anatomy? We all became the ones, indoctrinated species of mass consumption. We all destroyed the ones. We bit the very hand that fed blood will be shed tonight. This putrid destroyer, our eyes have looked away. There's no one to forgive use from the path that we have strayed from. We're all that's left. We're all that will be. We're all that's left. We're all that's left. A hope for a man; a sin to the earth. We drop bombs delocalizing the place of our birth. Are we angels or demons? Are we kings or tyrants? We are a thing of violence, people who sing of triumph, our screams ring of maniacal riot, an asylum of a species who progress through ink and science but whose end endows with an endless ring of silence leaving a legacy of nothing but the skills of liars. Maybe that's all we are. The facts draw into a black dawn where the actions interact with our perception so our acts are actually pawns of our minds which are synapses of a relapse that we have through space and time. I guess we'll never come to understand why we're here, only what we have done. Our destruction leaves a place for no one so how come we're still pathetic when we submitted to our vices? It's because we'll never be the masters of our lives that's what the price is when we kneel down and pray and suck on the tit of our ancestors that have lead us astray. We destroy and infect until we kill ourselves, leaving nothing not even the fruits of our broken shells.

DENIS: The lines around your eyes are the same shade of your heart. Darkness is painted on your face. Don't pretend that you don't know your place. The mind confounds the lies, you name fades to the stars, hoping that someone will call you beautiful. I parked so far away from your glass house, don't know what you be talking bout with your ass out, talking like you know what you're saying when you're passed out. Baby when you fuck your feelings it's the last round. EGO: You know what you're saying, hoes screaming but you're just playing, you're a bad bitch who got the whole city hyped, you got the weed rolled and that crack pipe, you got two tits but you don't need them because your balls big but you don't see them. You're a miss independent, but do you know how close the end is? Matt: You've been walking with that new swag you got from that girl you thought was so bad. Now the boys talk to you smooth just the way you like it. It's fucking depressing how it never hurts you when they worship you but your demons that curse you. Love ain't what you're looking for, boys got a problem with any girl that thinks for herself. Fun's what you want, but you got a man that's on your mind. Fuck thoughts, fuck feelings you just want to fuck everything: Girls, boys, toys just fuck it all. So faded that you can't the past, so faded that you can't see behind your mask.

I'm a romantic of my dreams, looking at the passions I have seen to be the least drastic of what seems to be the most tragic of my being: The demons who want to give me intelligence, existing just to remember the days of a lesser sense where I could not be afraid of my thoughts because sitting here thinking is all that I got. I think about dying because right now what am I doing? We're really just waiting here wishing that none of us have to go through it. Am I paranoid for feeling this lonely because I got two parents and brother and they love me all so much but the can't see what I'm under? Am I really what they say I am? Or am I really what I tell myself? Is this really everything I have? Or am I waiting to go to hell? Pause for a minute because I'm too young and privileged to be overreacting to synapses or a raptured planet contaminated by spastic acts of human beings who disgust me. But I believe in them, what they can achieve when demons leave their essence and what's left is a reason to perceive in a positive perspective. An exorcism is not easy, but the rest is all withdrawal. All i wanna do is get high and she replied 'don't we all? Sleep on, don't wake up save yourself from demons. Bones break from these slaves born into wealth. I got a green eyed beast looking at me from the mirror. I'm too unclean to be anywhere near her but I have to be, she's a masterpiece and I'm an abstract fiend so I'm actually a sick minded freak, a fucking siamese of perversion and ambition to the highest degree full of lies and deceit go and try to believe that I'm an angel but that faggot died in his sleep. Better yet before that while lying in his bed. While thinking why bad things happen to good men. "Why are people waiting to die when there's heaven? Why are we forgiven just to sin again?" My guardians could not protect me. Satan's grip is on my flesh. She holds me close she's oh so sexy. Forever the obsession with Lucifer Leslie As I lay me down to sleep, I hope that I fall real quick. If my mind runs for too long then my mind gets sick. Cancerous amateur thinking that dabbles in nothing but minimal thoughts of an everyday person who never concerns himself with nothing urgent so where is the purpose of it all? Searching the dark study halls, no demon or angel calls. I'm stuck in a prison and from the beginning my mind was the flight of the fall. I'm praying for my past I'm praying for the last.

I've never been to Paris or Rome, always home staring at picture. But I've always wanted to travel on my own asking if it would be like the pictures. I've never talked to this girl, but I'm always wondering what it's like to be with her. "Does she smell good? Would she like me?" asking what it would be like to kiss her. I've always kept myself at a distance, maybe it's better holding everything from in from her. It's the fact that I'm filled up with interest that I think it's probable that I can be into her. I think she's pretty, I think she's lovely but I'm just a teenager who thinks he can be in love with someone he just sees through his eyelids. Now I'm sickened saying look at what I did. Departing the imagination anticipating the wonders of witnessing a natural beauty. So beautiful intrinsically perceiving beyond what we all know, let us all hope it goes well. Into reality we go. Standards high and spirits low, time to fly and experience something that we've never felt before. Into her. She looked better on the outside with everything else just in my mind, cuz I be tripping cuz I was wishing that she was more of my type but once you start talking you can't stop till you realize it's not worth it, but I was too busy thinking that I could pretend that she was perfect. She was far from it, her scars come with a dark numbness that'll chill your bones and it's hard running these bars coming at me like I'm spitting right off the dome. I choke and I stutter hitting every single verse with a little bit of muttering and suddenly everything's done and now I'm back to the start again. She's running through my mind but I think she's slowing down. I think she's about to hit the showers, she doesn't wanna be around no more. I don't want her to be my athlete showing her ass cheeks, get her out of my head! Every word that she spoke broke everything that I told myself about her. She nothing like intelligent design. I should have never let her out up of my mind. Arriving at the destination, it's frustrating the difference in witnessing something that is real. What I thought is not what I know and now I cannot pretend that she is someone for me so back to my mind from reality we go. Standards high and spirits low. Time to land and realize that she is someone that I've never seen before, that I don't wanna see anymore.

I saw her garden from 50 feet away. She said she'd let me in if I took off my mask. I asked her to do the same but as our naked faces saw the daylight we couldn't recognize ourselves. Where the hell did you go young lover? I've seen her flowers, all those fifty shades of grey. I said I'd never leave if the soil remains okay. She asked me if I knew the weather. I didn't know, I couldn't lie. I said I hope we stay alive long enough to see the sun go under. Living with these demons, you can't even see them when I'm in all black everything from top to A.D.I.D.A.S: All day i dream about sex. Depressing as that is with a noose on neck, I can exit to the night where I can't see her shape only the sound of her voice all the things that she says. Her knowledge is impeccable, ideas in such clarity. She's a real ass girl, full of love and sincerity. IF YOU A BAD BITCH BITCH SIT THE FUCK DOWN. READ A FUCKING BOOK BITCH SIT THE FUCK DOWN.

It'll all start when you forget about him, it and them. All you really need is just you and me. Just pretend that I'm that man of your life, mister right, mister perfect and not this serpent who'll come and leave you hurting in the end. The future don't exist and the present's hard to resist so I'm going to interfere with your life until I get you out of my system. My midsummer night's dream's an ocean scene where you stealing my heart makes me the victim. Your inscriptions are encrypted with subliminal verses. It seems like you're allergic to original earnest and imperfect music because I'm regurgitating all of my hopeless confusion and you just think I'm talking to you just for the using. Am I verbally abusing you by telling you how you make me feel like when all is worth it when you smile and when you open your eyes and say I'm stupid? Ima tell you straight up the things I feel girl. I'll be honest with you you won't have to question what I say. I'm so exposed and I'm vulnerable and I'm ready to be real with you if you're comfortable with letting me tell you that all this time I've compromised by being your friend because I never knew what forever meant to anyone but myself. I ain't lying when I said that I need you. I ain't lying when I said that I miss you so bad. I'm in love with a girl that I've never really had a taste of yet. Ima break a sweat, dying inside tryna make her mine. But when I get her to myself you know she's mine. I like you but is it right to feel this feeling of not having an IQ? If the thought of you is all that I apply to I'd be spending all my days writing haikus like "You are really cool/May I take you on a date/Or maybe I can"...wait. I ran out of words to say.

Welcome to Generation: Ignoramus where we know exactly where our hopes and dreams will land us-where what we know is everything and everything turns to nothing once time passes we'll laugh at anyone who wants to make anything outlast us. A fascist is what we call them, power tripping on a chain of events. We put the blame on their heads and fuck what their pain represents. Let blood rain on the dead as long as our shame isn't bred to feel the need to see the effects of the life that we lead. The truth is tucked inside of the closet, waiting to open but really who are we to act like we're the ones chosen to be savior help? Save yourself from these strangers. We wanna save the world but fuck it we're just teenagers. We're made to believe we can do the things we don't wanna do like be somebody speak the honest truth. I got to prove that some people deviate from this path of self righteousness to save the universe as scholars and scientists. I've chosen to become a minimalist. As sinful as my thoughts are I think it's best to live life at its simplest because my interests can insist me to overthink my instinct and drive me to insanity. Flashback to fifteen: I'm living life like I'm gonna be young forever. Endeavors that I dream of stay in the cloudy weather thinking that I've got time to be a better person so clever until I realized my innocence was slowly being severed by this invisible hand that in the blink of an eye turns a kid into a man. By that I mean they're making my lips understand how to not speak my mind but whatever they can to get by through the times. When that process is complete I won't be rapping about me I'll end up doing what everyone else does: Expressing deceit. Consume mate and repeat and set out to be the very person someone else wants me to be. I fucking hate myself. You'll only ever know yourself but empirically everything is connected. All the thoughts pulses and actions within the paradigm of seconds which turn into days but we turn them into moments that influence nothing but the lives that are our own. When we die, we die and the arts become our bone marrow. All that remains, mummified like a stone pharaoh. Go share your last words before you stop breathing. It's a raw feeling not healing from what you have lost being a conscious mind with a sentient glow that is trapped in a lie with nowhere to go. The soul finds a niche that is plated in gold. Although the spirit's immaterial it can still be sold for a life full of recognition with imprisonment of an individual's dissonance from the life that we're given. If you're listening I'm telling you that I'm in a predicament that influences me to submit to digital intermittence Loss of love, loss of religion. Bring it all back my humanity is missing. Loss purpose, loss of an innocence that could never survive in a world full of children.