God gave you a face that could crush a tough devotion,
you left my hands no matter how hard i was holding,
what kind of punishment do i expect for being distant,
don’t expect a second chance and I'm man enough to admit it

the steps i never learned, were lost in my fathers words,
the chances i never gave you, were lost in my mothers journal,
I use invisible ink because secrets are there to keep,
and these seven days weeks have a habit of making you weak,

forget give everything again,
the same traps ripped my lifeline in unforgiving shreds,
so look around you and pick up any pieces you can find,
but i can’t promise the big picture will be finally be right,

I have memories, my roadblock, stopping a new chapter from birth,
the sunny days don’t seem to outweigh the way the night hurts,
faster than i watched myself become a ghost,
the mirror told me lies until my ear drums burst ,

So i lit the short fuse, the explosion killed us all,
so now i sit around and wait for the season to fall,
so involved in love we lost our shot our only chance,
what’s your poison baby, is it pity or romance?

I want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away,
get out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay,
I'm acting like we need one last conversation,
or it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination,



and I decided, when the dizziness subsides in the endless car ride,
of scenery and blurry skies, i would escape that sky,
chasing us around the country, outsmarting the moon,
i need to get home... i need to go home soon,

before the stairs and front door change places,
me chasing my tail won’t seem so mundane and tasteless,
the way you made life race, the passion in your face,
had 50 years of trying to find a perfect pace,

hiding under the constant depression of your lows and highs,
i had reason, but even more i had you by my side,
when midnight called us away from reading and dreams,
when the blanket fell off your beautiful freezing feet,

my eyes never heavy, ready for the wide awake,
smash into a million pieces, when the last straw would break,
the future is coming, it’s the past in a fancy dress,
upset that I'm not listening or in my sunday best,

You want to baby talk, but orphans like me are tongue tied,
30 miles from new york and I can still see the lights,
holding the horizon hostage, shoot the breeze for moving,
look what it cost us... look what we’re doing.....

I want this to stop, i reached out, you looked away,
get out of my guilt, you’re not welcome to stay,
I'm acting like we need one last conversation,
or it’s never gonna end, gotta end the fascination,



All my friends are getting divorced and i was in the weddings,
maybe my bad luck has a habit of spreading,
It’s a vulnerable place, far from your inner space,
with more love than the handles surrounding your waist,

I'm not going to pretend you know how you to handle me,
but my secret victories are your public tragedies,
i’m teaching myself how to play the drums,
so i can beat the hell out of something other than my tongue,

and its a new outlet, letting myself get out,
from all traps you set up in the underground,
at this level we can finally see eye to eye,
but that’s because we both know how to lie, lie, lie

down and let our demons finally find all their rest,
by whispering, god is the only answer to death,
tough calls and night-sweats, panic driven last steps,
touching on sensitive subjects and your regret,

these kind of songs haunt you, but i really don’t mind,
looking back on the drama makes today feel fine,
drink up, three cheers for all the cheap shots,
the ones you drink and the ones you caught,

behind your back with your ears wide open,
this is me, honest, and I'm run down and coping.....
I'm sorry for bringing it up, here’s some dirt and a shovel,
bury this next to the last year and all of your trouble.

by Adeem

I’m sorry. See I’m 3 months late,
keeping you up to date on my travels and shape,
things have been going great and for honesty's sake,
someimes it's good to sort it all out and get the story straight,
justified by infinite car rides, I’ve had the time to sort and process us,
and I can't say for sure but I think I’ve finally started making some sense and good,
out of these old habits, they don't go away young,
I can't ignore the fact that we used to think as one,
It's like watching the flower grow into old age,
no matter how much water you give it, it fades away,
you lose what you love, nature always make sure,
you bruise when you touch, nature always stays pure,
with her I wouldn't have it any other way,
There's hope in the things good people have to say....
we'll do anything in our power to forget the past,
or we sing songs to make the best moments last,
I grab these recent years anytime I can,
close my eyes and relive the all laughing again,
and I’ve been through this before but it's never the same,
fought the same kind of war, for someone else's name,
I don't want to go back, but something’s pulling me there,
No matter how much I concentrate your ghost is still here,
you never really know....

See, my eyes are giving out from staring into nothing,
They've been looking inside to fix the malfunction,
reliving old moments to say the right thing,
because it's my god given gift of imagining,
what it could have been like,
and what it would of been like,
to build a world as man and wife,
despite that I chose tears without explanation,
standing in the rain nursing my patience,
but then again there was nothing left for me to say,
or at least I was convinced that was the only way,
to get past the cities limits and visit myself for once,
find an audience that mimics the people I trust,
I need to confront the damaged parts of my psyche
so the rest of the world could start to like me,
but first things first, the slate must be clean,
change the things you can touch but leave the rest to dreams,
I seem jaded but it's more like preoccupied,
saving everyone I can in this little world of mine,
It's always been this way, roadblocks and broken toes,
I’m trying to keep it going, cause I know one day I’ll grow,
into the world's best therapist with something to show
it’s all so overwhelming, but you never really know.
I'll be the world's best therapist with something to show
Cause you.... never..... really..... know.

reality check, she doesn't live here anymore, dont
reality check, she can't hear what your saying,
reality check, at some point the connection's gone
reality check... no ...more ...

reality check, she doesn't live here anymore, dont
reality check, she can't hear what your saying,
reality check, at some point the connection's gone
reality check... no ...more ...pain

by Adeem


Don't Close Your Eyes

Don't Dream

Stay Awake

My is Paradise is gone and you have thirty seconds to wake up,
From a nightmare with a flooding rush, with memories,
Like this one, caressing your inventive side,
I find pride is my enemy most of the time,
Obsessed with finding answers, guided by voices,
The choices Ive made have been cancerous,
Supposed this, were you, tell me how would you live,
Energy all spent with nothing left to give,
Except a rib and your blessing to be free,
Doesnt sound much like a fair trade to me,
Obviously it was finding the better of both Worlds
No matter how much it hurts and we both deserve,
The company that we keep to let us get good sleep,
Im not weak right now, but its not worth it to eat,
It was never part of the plan to end us like this,
But Im not trying to die for the things I cant admit,

This morning I woke up, the ceiling was spinning,
My eyes couldnt adjust, the sun was beginning,
To pry open the shades and burn through cotton skies,
I reached over to hold you but you were as cold as night,
The room was hot, but your body felt different,
I tried to wake you up, but your head never lifted,
I was whispering into your ear, please dont leave,
She was sleeping in gods arms where I couldnt reach,
Her face was against my chest, the silence was singing,
The song of innocence, feeling like children, again
The moment was stuck, I couldnt breath,
I screamed for someone to help us up hereplease.
Nobody was there, just me and my love,
Wrapped up in the blankets that meant so much,
Touching her skin against mine, the life slipped away,
God stole my heart, but left my body here to stay,


Went to sleep early, You have to be at school by 8
Got out my flashlight to write and not keep her awake,
I stay up to late, always tired in the morning,
Shes kisses me goodbye while im half asleep yawning,
Its not that Im lazy; Ive got things to do,
Not trying to say my art is more important that you,
My epiphanies are killing me, but Im keeping it quiet,
I love to see see angels painting on the inside of her eyelids,
Locked at the legs, if I move she'll wake up,
So I stay in this position till my whole bodies numb,
When the room is still, I write to the rhythm of her pulse,
but its always perfect speed so my thoughts are never rushed,
Sometimes you roll over and try to mumble goodnight,
I laugh because your hair is always sticking up to the right,
Brush it away from your face because your smile is on,
Whisper goodnight my love and turn my flashlight off.

by Moe Green

Bring that beat back.

Born in the slums
Run with guns
Glomgold the wicked
never ever one to run
Both feet in the grave
Mad-made, no corporate slave
Leave brothas shaking
Like ODers at a rave.
MF stand fo bad MotherFucker
Stay smoked out like Chris Tucker
Always drinks with a Metal Face
Open hand slap keep his bitch in place
And if officer wanna pull him over
when he's swervin off a fifth of that Smirnoff
He bound to go Mr. Blonde
And cut a motherfucking cop's ear off.
That's my word.

by Moe Green and Glomgold

(Moe Green)
Remember back in the day when I gave 2 shits?
Before I packed 2 clips
And was up 2 shit
Tried to deny crime, but what can I say the shoe fit?
LA Times obit that ass
If you fuck with my cash
Half these cats remind me of USC in the summer
- homey no class.
A ski masked superhero in the night
Pikachu beanie on my dome tight
Prowling the streets too hungry
South Central thug dun, way too grungy.
Like Chemical Ali
I got chemicals in the alley
Globetrot with my connecs
like Meadowlark or Rand McNally.
From Korean to the Spanish
But when it come to the damage
5-oh round up the Usual Suspects
Me, Fenster, Verbal Kint and McManus.
Twist the vernacular of this vicious beast
My lyrics molest your eardrum like a Catholic priest
But I ain't holding no crosses and rosary beads
I'm duct taping a cop to a chair and getting the kerosene
YaKnawImean?

(Glomgold)
Yo, Me and Moe Green we never gave 2 shits
We were always up 2 it
We never got paid 2 spit
I’m the Sylar that cut skull and brain 2 split.
You get gone bounce with your crew,
If I’m swiggin the brew,
If I’m downin a Jack even Paul Wall say he don’t know whatitdo
Drunken foo, drunken dream,
Villain workin on another drunken scheme
Drunken sleep walking
Lookin for those dolla bills the c.r.e.a.m.
Screamin, I AM THE MAXX.
Swingin his axe
Cuttin through the hall walls and beatboxin to the wrong tracks.
Lost a leg at the end of the night
Guess I lost the fight
What can I say
All work and no play is just another dull day
Homie you in a ski mask,
Well homie you better be fast
Me and your chick are gonna flee pass
I’ll get to that ass before you even get to see ass
Yo, I’m Just another Browncoat lookin for Serenity,
I’m done makin up obsenities, I require some assembly
Bring back Johnnie Cochran from the dead to beat these other felonies
Make your death look like somethin you saw on Merrie Melodies.
Like a anvil to the dome,
Like the drunk to the poem,
Like Bush still up in your home,
Cause unless you level 60 elf, you about to get pownd

by Glomgold and Moe Green

(Glomgold)
MF Drunk wearin Cerebro
Mind controlling is lethal
Drunk dialin the chick Miho
So good when she feelin evil

Days go quick until you get smoked by the shit
So we got heads rollin to the bar just jokin and shit,

We drinkin til she’s purty, brownbaggin it like Ol’ Dirty
I keep the dialog clear, No need to be wordy

Just keep passin love notes like the Don Juan Origami
Sitting at the bar drinking
lookin’ for the ho that brought me
Mad people thinkin’ that this next drink is gonna haunt me
Ya sippin on Mr. Walker?
Nah man, call’em Johnnie.

(Moe Green)
Cuban connecs
Cubans 'round our necks
Drankin patnaz for life
Like Dino and Ol Blue eyes ressurec

Corner blitz, five oh move to intercept
Coded convo hard to decipher dialect

I just want all my peeps
to eat good like I'm Vincent Chase
Except I'm in a place,
living life mad hec like I'm in a race

No finish line in sight but still livin in a rush
endlessly pushin rock like I'm Sysiphus

We them re-up cats, Warriors with bats,
South Cali Tom Brady when it comes to these Pats.
Ghost Ride the beat, burnin up the track
Johnny be good, Johnny be Blazin to the future and back

(Glomgold)
We just drunks debating between yager or jack,
With a thick stack,
Da boobtube playing “When bitches attack,
And get slapped”
Tell the boy and his blob to keep all that static intact
Cause after this commercial your moms is gonna be right back

So sit back kick back
call in the Wolfe for the win
Tom Hagen handles Five oh
when we taking you in
You’ll end up like Franky Four Fingers with a coarse grin
Cause when we give you the chop it don’t mean your foreskin