Life or Last


Life sometimes unfolds unexpected things
Maybe life was meant to be tender sweet
Or maybe life was meant to hurt and sting
I’m 22 years old from Southeast, D.C.
So my young good men on Title 16
I definitely understand and know what you mean
Survival of the fittest
Chasing girls and riches
One thing as young men we must understand
Our future street goals
Is another man’s past
Life unfolds unexpected things but
We all can expect in the streets
Nothing lasts

Proverbs 13 verse 20:
He who walks with the wise men will be wise but
The companion of fools will be destroyed

Last Summer


Sleepless nights and endless love
Distractions afar
The summer haze clouding the world around us
Discrete discussions
Fingers entwined and hearts sealed
Chasing dreams of quiet storms and warm winters
Looking in to your emerald worlds
My fears ceased

I Will Cry For The Little Boy


I will cry for the little boy
In shackles and away from home
I will cry for the little boy
Trapped in a cell all alone

I will cry for the little boy
Whose heart is too cold to weep
I will cry for the little boy
Pain never lets him sleep

I will cry for the little boy
He was buried alive in the burning sand
I will cry for the little boy
The boy sentenced to life like a man

I will cry for the little boy
Who knows his soul is in chains
I will cry for the little boy
His spirit died again and again

I will cry for the little boy
A good boy he tried to be
I will cry for the little boy
That died inside of me

Free Minds Rap


Free Minds, we on another level
Digging in the earth, wisdom is the shovel
Beyond this life, I’m guided like a pedal
Still chasing goalz, I’m reaching for a medal
You can be positive, just do more
Everybody has a way, just choose yours
Never loosen up, always leave your screws on
Open up your eyes, you can open a new door
Think you in the struggle by yourself, but you’re not alone
I know sometimes it gets hard, without a back bone
When you’re seeking out knowledge, it feels unknown
Just never give up, be strong and hold on
You’re on a roller coaster, different turns, might take a twist
You don’t have room for new ideas, then make it fit
All the bad for this journey, you won’t be needing it
And for the ones that need help, I hope you enjoying reading this

My Reality


I am a shallow shell
The crab that was once inside of me has died
Murdered in cold blood
Simply misled

I didn’t fully understand the repercussions to my decisions
My mind was too wrapped around things that were senseless
Now as a young man I know what it feels like
To be told the beginning
Is really the end of my life

To be confined to a coffin
Body filled with invisible scars
The youth needs to learn that this is the type of sh*t that
Happens when u are unaware of who u are

Cuz, the streets never gave me sh*t but a gift of disillusion
Which left me with a cold heart, no freedom, and mental bruises
Maybe it’s safe to say
That the man I am today
Is still being haunted
By the man I was yesterday

And I am afraid
Because my darkest dreams may become my reality
God please remove these demons from around me
I don’t want to die

Young, confused, and mad

I don’t want to be counted amongst the broken men
My sisters
This is my reality
So vivid, hurtful And rife

It’s like someone’s hands are over my eyes
Because I’m struggling to see the light
Young brothers, this is my reality
Controlled movement, toilets, and doors

My Reality is real,
I don’t know about yours