Vision Obscured

Happiness is compromisable, a constantly evolving concept
Defined by the outside influence of a society pleasing mindset
Visual is a word that seems so foreign to me
Sight. Sight is just a word, just an idea to me
Though underdeveloped, I can't even dream to see
I don't know how to look, there's no imagining for me.
Now there's this woman in my life accompanied by new emotions
The sound of her voice sends my heart into convulsions
Cause' sound is all I get, well I also get to touch her
I've explored every part, I love her body's texture.
It was her idea for me to get this operation
A process that'll allow me to have visualizations
A costly procedure, for a while I worried about how I'd do it
But I didn't know that she sold her home so that I could do it.
Now I'm on the table, I can feel the gas pass through my mask
How long will it take, I passed out before I could ask
I jerk awake quick, it's been a quick 9 hours of sleep
The doctor's here telling me to wear eye bandages for a week
After stumbling to the car, me and my baby went to our new apartment
My eyeballs are pounding, I wish I could stick'em into the glove compartment.
Oh I forgot to tell you, Caroline is the name of my baby
I got a tattoo, but I've never seen that symbol of my lady
So I spend my days waiting as the correction takes affect
Bombarded with rest, at best I describe this as a test
To deal with restlessness as it gets difficult to manage
But tomorrow I'll be freed from the confines of this bandage...

Today is the day, I'm gonna go on parole from my prison
I wanna do it outside, so the sun'll be the first thing in my vision
Open up lids, look up-CRAP-run to the house run to the house
Where's the house? Lead me Caroline, lets just explore the house.

HA! A chair, a couch a, stove, carpet... is this what it's like to dream?
It's a sight to behold, now I understand what it means.
Look at you baby! Beautiful in every sense of the word
Ever since, heaven sent you you've been my lovebird.
As my eyes adjust, I look at all the sights outside
And I'm thinking of all the things my eyes are being denied
I gotta get out, I'll be back in a minute beh'
I'm gonna go learn all the names of these colors today.
,I look at everything so I'll remember where I live
My home sweet home yo, this is my crib
As I approach the street I see a sign picturing a man crossin'
I guess that's what I do, so I step into the street and start walkin
As I move I notice words blinkin', HA!, but I cant read
I hear a car schreech, I see myself bleed.

E.R.

Two tables in front of me, both support a body

Life is holding tight, but losing its grip inside this lobby

a head wound that looks severe, puncture holes by his ear

His eyes are wide open and he's enveloped in fear

Why'd they bring you HERE? I JUST LOST a patient

And the person next to you, I hope lives to be a patient.

What kind of a person shoots kids? I hope he killed himself

GET THESE TWO PREPPED.....while I go and prep myself.

I don't know who has the other, but I have the first victim

Who has two bullets in his head that somehow didn't kill him.

...

I flip on my saw to the sound of his rhythmic pulse

Everything's gonna be ok as long as I hear his rhythmic pulse

The nurse deciphers vital signs, I begin to cut the dotted lines

But I soon find that the bullets might have to stay on his mind.

The beeps quicken and my hands start to glisten

,DON'T DO THIS TO ME, nurse, NURSE his rate's risen

I'm doing all I can as I hear the beep sustain

This monotone drew pictures of his parents in my brain

As my nurse does CPR I pulled my gloves off in defeat

His heart won't start back up, so I need to take a seat

He was just a child, he had life to look forward too

Now I have giving the news to his parents to look forward too

Step through the door, WHOAH, I almost ran into James

What's this? A sheet of paper holding 6 names

It looks like two families .....wait, is this...?

"Yeah"

Well, who's who and which one is for you?

NO, I'm not doing yours, it was assigned to you.

"Well now it's appointed to you, now I got another patient"

I hate this, now I have to hurt four faces.

Four sets of tears, four sets of grief

Four sets of anger as they attempt to disbelieve.

...

Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry to have to say

But your son Charles, 5 minutes ago passed away

I give you my sympathies and I wish I never had to say this

gently tell your daughter she wont have a brother to play with

I can see the confliction as they try to remain calm

By the looks in their eyes, they expected for him to be gone

But to lose your son, that's not an easy thing to manage

I'm branded by the stares as I administer out this damage

We're never stranded on this plane of human existence

And it's always difficult when life gives us resistance

So the ultimate hindrance is death, and I hate when he visits

He takes advantage of the world, always stretching his limits.

...

As I show them into the room, I leave them alone with their son

I have to go back into the lobby so I can talk to the Robinsons

...Straight to the point...

Your son's alive and well, he's now resting in his bed

But the bullets tore through his left arm and his left leg

The damage was so severe, I'm sure you both know....

Well what I'm trying to say is they amputated them both.

Two harsh scowls, streaked with harsh tears

The harsh hate in their eyes confirmed their worst fears

They told me he was an athlete, a champion, one of the best

Said I stole that away from him, said he would prefer death

We if that's how you feel, then you don't love your son

I just left two parents who'd wish that yours was their son

their kid is gone now, and you two have lost your mind

You're actually mad because death left you son behind.

 I'm leaving now, but you can see him appreciate his amputation

By the way, I wasn't the one who performed his operation.

...

I wish it wasn't so, but I'm getting use to this

Living in a world that's dominated by violence

So I've learned to play my part, this is my cursed role

The only comfort I find is looking at the payroll.

Ember of Amber

A moment of clarity with a hidden severity

That severely amplifies an example of clarity

It shines bright, noticeably affecting

And infecting, protected from defecting

A concept called lyricism.

A method of communication whose best friend is rhythm

Symbolism, a vivid image is the product

Of the ideas my sublime mind has thought up

So keep up, a verse is worth a million perceptions

A plethora of perspectives to unmask misconceptions

Manipulative deception can intercept concept ingestion

So take heed, to digest a verse you must first master reception.

 A bad day'll quickly be flipped by a souls written script

Put together so crisp, so sick, clinched together like fists

,It takes talent to arrange these words

In a manner to influence, it only matters if you do it

Take action with a verb, absurd methods to stop ya chatter

This process is the difference between a lyricist and a rapper

A physicist and an actor, it's that type of comparison

Who has the bigger impact on life, it's me with my lyrics, Son!

Successful Failure

I'm trapped in a place, with no chains to bind me
Confined in a space, with no walls around me
The weight of the world is on my shoulders
I got a bad back, don't think that I can hold her.
I've spiraled high in the sky in a ball of flame
The place I call home, I call my hall of shame
Where I regard my name, to be the title of a man
With many a failed schemes and a few doomed plans.
...Every step I take seems to lead away
In a way to portray dismay as a normal day
So half way through each day I'll back away
a clichè way that says hey, I'll fade away.
So turn away, like my family did
I'm making known of my own throne, my empty home
that I caused on my own, so I say goodbye
Dry eyes, no one'll cry when I die.
...I have to change...
And so I look up, and use my eyes to see now
Then I sit down, and use my brain to think now
...It's getting harder now
Reach down...Dig deep now
No one, no one.....it's just me now.
It's getting brighter now...
...Keep going...

Money Speaks Out

On top of the world, when I unfold things unfurl

I'm cherished in the hearts of men & women, boys & girls

My importance is off the charts, I'm the reason you set goals

People even worship me; Im telling you that I own souls.

Im the object of your affection, embedded in hopes and dreams

I come in several forms, some that fold, some that gleams

And I've conquered hearts and contorted perceptions

Cast down judgments and took charge of misdirection

Manipulation is easy if the right influence is selected

I'm good at what I do, how do you think Bush was re-elected.

I'm know worldwide, and it deeply amuses me

And I'm now tired of those people that frequently abuses me

Miss-using me will piss me off and make me diminish

You wanna play games? Go ahead, I'll wait 'till you finish.

It's ridiculous how much people love my presence

I bring presents to disguise the true scent of my essence

You're priorities are bent, I'm lent to help vent and bring back profits

Profit for the lenders, who understand I tell the future like prophets.

It's sad that none of you can live without me, literal in all definitions

But I can live without you, keeping things going in a cycle like repetition

I make ya do crazy things, you'd kill your family only to gain my favor

Entangled in my rewards, in the long run its satisfaction that only I savor.

What's my name?.....well, it's pronunciation depends on youre origin

Because my background is more complicated than the catholic religion

But for a universal translation, ummm I guess you can call me Money

I got the world on my shoulders, well really it's on my account numbers.

Wristlock

I'm a rebel with a cause, a revolutionary in a land
where everyone is banned from communicating by hand
Written text can equate to gettin death
Yet what comes next is sure to steal ya breath
Its a ban on words!!
Yes it's quite absurd that the 3rd ruler of the world
Is two thirds nerd yet he's petrified by verbs
Yet it has occurred to the rest of us whose heard
spoken word, that written words wont be erased by these birds
Come now!
I'm a nomad with a fan base, I travel all over the place
at a lyricists' pace with a black beenie to hide me face
I've got a sword on my back, gotta protect myself
I've got a pen and a pad, gotta express myself
The ruler, once he even came after me himself
These catz are treatin me like I invented text myself
So check yourself, its many in my crew
We travel the world teachin the art of words to you
I've got books in circulation
As a proclamation to emancipation of education
Develop thoughts of your own, write down your issues
It's not just you, everyone has an issue with the rulers mis-use
We can unite with a few pen strokes
Stoke the fire of each bloke that spoke about hope
Then joke to provoke folks to smoke and promote coke
See, I joke to promote hope and poke folks with pen strokes
So lift up the lid and peek outside the box
Because this is the way we forge a key to our wristlocks.

Inside the Page

I create worlds with written words and abstract thoughts
subtract ya thoughts, it`s the only way you wont get caught
in a web of ideas, complex concepts, I capture minds with my text
out of context, with a whiplash rhythm to snap ya necks.
When the pen touches the pad, it opens a portal to ya soul
and with a bold exclamation, you`re sucked into that hole
where the words sprout limbs and fends for themselves
it`s a word-eat-word world and humans sit on the shelves
stuck in books, where there`s a world of their own
I wont get into that part, cause these worlds go on and on.
In this particular place, the sky`s covered with blue clouds that rain phrases
and the days are not measure by numbers, but by barz and phases,
with gauges lining the streets that measure the rhythmic course
the lights are powered by a steady flow from a verbal source.
Nouns and pronouns hang together while verbs run the streets
interjections have conflicting confrentations with adjectives for reputation
so take a seat, look into the night sky that`s covered with college rule
and moon-sized eyeballs that scribbled us into existance while at school.