He was a real kind kid

Never owned a gun

His momma didn't know what she did

Growin' up he never had no fun

His daddy smoked pot by the lid

Then shined like a settin' sun

Along the way he learned to place a bid

And not stop 'til the dealin' was done

A car hit him...away it went on to skid

The boy lived a life on the run

Quick to make a stranger smile

He spoke with a stutter

The boy liked that punk rock style

He begged for his bread and butter

Insanity could've been the case to file

He was a stone cold cutter

His tongue was slick and vile

In your face he loved to sputter

Shot dead...the case never went to trial

Cuz the boy was from the gutter

There was a shine in the way he smiled

While he stayed in his lane

After the streets his heart was styled

He loved goin' against the grain

Traumatized since a child

With no end to his pain

Cards against him stacked and piled

A needle blew his heart and his brain

The boy was born to be wild

He was most definatley insane

He did some bad

He did some good

What made him glad

Was doin' what he should

To break free from the fad

On which all his morals stood

A man puttin' a gun to his dome made him mad

His last words "Wish you would"

His death got folks cryin' and feelin' sad

The boy was from deep in the hood

The Kooky

little cuckoo

don't talk no

doo doo

He's definitely

one of kind

He's real elevated

extremely elated

Flyin super

high in

the mind

He's totally

blessed

seldom stressed

there's none

other like him

you will find

When it

comes to

the creation

of some

jubilation

he works

hard at

the grind

He's the

strange type

of fruit

that likes

to laugh

at a toot

comin' from

the hind

The silly

little screwball

knows just

when to

stand tall

In order

not to get

caught up

in a bind

He's a

bit zany

super brainy

and a far cry from bein' blind

You can't stop

This world lit to pop

So you stand on top

Playin' a part in hip hop

You got money to shop

A gold chain for a prop

At a mansion you flop

on a velvet couch you lop

As your fans go onto bee bop

To the tunes you drop

Let me bring it to you slow

and go

low

with the flow

Bro

I'm just an old Joe

That ain't into your show

or how you flaunt your dough

You shine but seldom glow

Now it looks like we're going toe to toe

I'm to lowdown

for the showdown

In those clubs downtown

I'm no hater or clown

For your scene I'm just not down

You play a role on which I frown

In your worldly lust I don't wanna drown

I may not be renown

Or wear a cap and a gown

This doesn't mean my head don't carry no crown

You came

Into the game

Stakin your claim

In fortune and fame

You made for yourself a name

Fanning your own flame

Thinkin' you got the world to blame

Rappin about how cocaine goes along with pimpin a dame

Rappin' about walkin' all over the weak and the lame

Rappin' about things in which you should feel shame

I see a technicality

In your morality

Exploitation of ones sexuality

Amongst your kind is a commonality

You use women to maintain some vitality

Brutality

appears to be a normality

Murder is a practicality

You could care less about any fatality

A dog eat dog world is your reality

I'm to lowdown

for the showdown

In those clubs downtown

I'm no hater or clown

For your scene I'm just not down

You play a role on which I frown

In your worldly lust I don't wanna drown

I may not be renown

Or wear a cap and a gown

This doesn't mean my head don't carry no crown

She was a sassy little woman in the body of a teen

She was A-Town Wisconsin's finest of hardcore a genuine punk rock queen

When it came to a style of dress this little beauty sported the freshest clothes on the entire punk scene

She kept her cool plenty of times when she had every right to be mean

I was a smart ass backwoods good for nothin' skate punk

The only thing I had goin' for me was my spunk

Even if all the cheerleaders thought I was a far cry from a hunk

There were a whole lot of other teenage girls that didn't think I was bunk

I believe it was around 1986 in the fall of the year

Her beauty kicked my coolness into high gear

When I asked her to be my girl a man rose up inside squashin' all boyish fear

The first time I planted a kiss on her lips inwardly I did a little cheer

I was a dreamy spaced out sharp tongued 14 year old boy

To have this 15 year old hottie as my girl filled my heart with joy

The bond we created was something special with it we chose to never toy

We didn't put our love on parade about it we were a bit coy

I never pressured her to have sex respectin' her desire to at a later age lose her virginity

We never did more than kiss hopin' the number of times reached infinity

For each other we couldn't help at times to let go in a state of affinity

We felt our love was pure bringin' us closer to all that has to do with divinity

I cried hard after she told me her family had to up and move to the Windy City

After the move a deep depression hit makin' us both feel really shitty

Hate to say it but I even had some serious moments of pity

We kept the relationship going over the phone knowin' its future didn't look pretty

Her family eventually moved back to A-Town

Once again we engaged in a kiss that turned this boy into a clown

She was the make of a queen and on my head I wore a crown

We knew we were to young for our love so we split up but for each other stayed down

We kept our strong bond even though it was hard to see her kiss another punk

I began to develop an attitude that led to some actions that stunk

I slept with every girl I could and became a bit of a drunk

Every time my hearts dream found out about my latest lay her respect for me shrunk

I promised the little lady I would fined her again when I hit 18

She moved back to Chicago and for a few years she remained unseen

I dealt with tryin' to fill the void by becomin' a sex machine

Due to my actions while alone it was my own character I was out to demean

Now let me tell you a few things about this child of the underground

She had a real nice body drawin' all kinds of little boys onto her love bent battle ground

She had an older brother willin' to put any one of those little boys below ground

When it came to her older brothers ways of thinkin' we had some common ground

Even as a hardcore lip lockin' teen

She held her head high like a fair queen

She seldom sat before the mirror to preen

She was humble and down to earth even though she ruled the scene

In this damsels late teens tragedy hit cold and hard

Her older brother died and it was sad for everyone he was a truly unique card

He would tell the craziest of all stories like a gifted bard

If given the chance on the silver screen her older brother would have starred

I finally reached the age of 18 and I was all out witty

Some friends of mine and I jumped in my zephyr and headed off to my girls city

When we found my little lady love she wasn't surprised I had grown to look a little gritty

Her situation was worse than before I had all I could do to keep from feelin' any pity

A bottle or two of vodka a day backed by a wicked tongue were the ways of her mother

Her mom had a boy friend which one drank more one could never tother

Thievin' had become the ways of her little brother

Her concern and guidin' hand for her little sister was like no other

We spent sometime reflectin' back and about her present life little was shared

We took a ride to the lake while in her presence I felt insecure and scared

Our time together could of been better only by all the stuff in my life I was snared

One things for certain after the visit she new I would give my life for her just to show I cared

Shortly after we made contact her mother due to her drinkin' habit died

Losin' her little sister and brother to a different home made her hold back when she should of cried

My little woman had some friends so she packed up and moved to Chicago's worst side

It's where the poor girl was probably tormented due to her pride

After she made no contact for some time I went lookin' for her over in gangland

A place for troubled young adults placed me in a home right in the middle of a gangster dreamland

I searched hard for my love regardless of the fact I looked like a hick from the farmland

There were moments walkin' Chicago's south side I thought I was going to die for my lady love first hand

More and more years went by of waitin' for somethin' to break or bend

I kept my hopes up that I would once again see the one lover I always felt was closer than any friend

One day while walkin' down the road I cried over my loves life comin' to an end

I came across a news article about her what I read left a whole in my heart only God could mend

She went on to build a family two little ones and a fiancé that carried my first name

Then some whacked out guy she had befriended decided to play a sick and deadly game

"Oh my God" were the last words she cried while the shotguns blasts left nothing' the same

After the shootin' he drove to her house in her front yard he put the gun to his head pulled the trigger and made aim

You know the gunman premeditated about the blood he wanted to shed

He found her with her two little ones and he wanted them all dead

He was filled with bloodlust jealousy and rage which invited a demon into his head

She threw her body over the top of her babies as she took the bullets and bled

My loves life was taken from her quick

She was killed by some possessed jealous freaked out dick

The deranged gunman then shot himself decidin' upon this Earth neither of them should stick

Regardless of all that went down in the highest of heavens now sits the coolest of any chic

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place

a place to call home

I've seen through more eyes

than I care

to share

Seen through plenty made of stone

The scariest pair

I ever saw through

are the eyes of my own

Born in the land of Ice and Snow

little did my Mother know

How her little boy would stand and grow

All the bad seed he would carry on to sow

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place to call home

Standin in my darkest hour

I chose The Cross

along the Roads

I've carried some heavy loads now

The worst my own sin

and how my soul it erodes

I've found a kingdom within

By being without

To it I had no choice

No choice but to succumb

It rose up deep inside

Way deep

deep within

It showed me what LOVE

what LOVE is all about

Before the time of my birth

Upon the Earth

I was known

Upon The Cross

Upon The Cross

It was me he was shown

He shed his blood

He shed his blood

So I could one day see him

upon his throne

I ride alone

Yeah I'm The Lonesome Rider

All I carry

Is This heart I own

Some think it's scary

On the road I travel

when sin is all I've known

Along the Highways

and the by-ways

Is where I'm destine to roam

Knowin in heaven

there's a place to call home

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Call me what you will

Yeah so what

I'm mentally ill

A less than Zero

A far cry from a hero

Go ahead

wish me dead

Take my freakin head

You best believe

I'll die with a smile

Knowin' My God

My friend

beyond the end

Just took awhile

to turn the dial

Say what you will

From hittin' them books

One day maybe soon

It's my blood you'll spill

From the way It looks

I know the devil

That lives in

Kings and Rooks

Its me they wanna kill

for letting them know

their no better than

a bunch of crooks

You best believe

I have no need

To twist a tale

Made to deceive

Leading another

brother to wail

and grieve

I hit the vein

Went insane

Then gave God the pain

Now for me to die is gain

So I sit in a pit

doing strange shit

An aged man

true grit

feelin like a little nit

Ready to through a fit

I was given a

second birth

To take me

from this Earth

To a place far beyond

for what it's worth

You see a tiny seed

was planted

Call it imaginary

That's granted

only slightly slanted

By a good hand

the seed was sown

To bare fruits

Like works of art

By this seed my mind

would be blown

Was somethin'

I knew down

In my boots

from the start

Now the seed

has grown

healthy roots

down in my heart

So tare me up

Poison my cup

I cannot deny

I tell you know lie

Dyin' for another

Is a death of great honor

Yet it's me you despise

To my surprise

Its all because

I'm blessed

And very

seldom stressed

Excited I stand

Call me grand

Unlike many

I've experienced

the Supernatural

and found it

to be factual

I'm willin' to bet

God is love

I'm willin' to say

He paid my debt

By descendin'

from above

and becomin'

a man

that gave a shit

When a push

Came to a shove

On this I'm set

Knowin' he taught me

The wisdom

of the serpent

and the gentleness

of the dove

Go ahead

Put a bullet in my head

For what's been said

A front row seat

Is somethin

Nothin can beat

When it comes to

Sittin

Under what

The Most High is

Spittin

While he's rockin' out

On the throne

Throughin' some

Old preacher a bone

By sharin'

all that's needed

to be known

I love sheep

and out of them all I really love the Doll's and The secrets they keep

When one is hunted down I lose sleep

When one is wounded it makes me wanna weep

The Doll Sheep are equiped with hinds feet

They can skip through the rocks without missin' a beat

They can climb high up-top any mountain in order to escape a mid summers heat

When they go into the lowlands in search of clovers for a treat

They have the ability

to out run the wolves

Due to the agility

Of their cloven holves

Woo !!! Woo !!! Glory to God !!! Priase the Most High such a creature exists !!! They battle with horns not fists!!!

Buttin' heads for postions of leadership and dominance

Excercisin' their power to overcome sickness and disease

Yet still together in love they gather to do a little dance

While they face another mountains challenge with ease

I thank them for givin' me the chance

To get down on my knees

In hopes to catch the Lords glance

All the while knowin' it's him the Doll's are out to please

Over what he finds to be a blessin'

others go on about stressin'

By second guessin'

He finds this very hard pressin'

One could say he took the low road

While walkin' with a slow strode

In order to take a listen to what the crow crowed

Knowin' from its beak not much of a flow flowed

It wasn't until he was a bit past his prime

When the Most High decided to put a little meanin' to his rhyme

He finally saw beyond space and time

So call it a crime

When his minds elevated

He has visions

That stand to be debated

He receives provisions

From God to be allocated

Makin' his decisions

Not to be infiltrated

A secret he likes to keep

Is how he sees himself as a doll sheep

From peak to peak taken a leap

On mountain tops spendin' time to weep

Amongst angel's left to sleep

From Gods bounty left to reap

He stands with the strength of ten

men

Like a rooster watchin' over one to many of a hen

Yet he's still considered a less than

A real zero

A far cry from a hero

One things for certain you'll never find him to be a tyro

In the hands of a man like Nero

I thank The Lord for cleanin' his plate

Still all the dirt has left an ugly stain

It looks like a world of love and hate

Travelin' on a run away train

I'm glad he got off before it was to late

He watches the good the bad and the ugly all go round for round

On the pavement he sets out to pound

He's even seen the hellhound

Durin' a time of bein' spellbound

He lives in the underground

Standin' strong on its battleground

Gettin' down to his own sound

Always seein' what's in the foreground

What it is he likes to spit

pulls a man out of a pit

So he carries on with it

Even if his lip gets split

Cause he really does give a shit

Here's a God given revelation

He found the road to be a mysterious creation

Upon it he chose to work out his own Salvation

As long as he's found robed in The Most high

in his time to die

He's off to the big gig in the sky

I tell you no lie

His hearts full proof

never to be found aloof

About the truth

He's going out with style

Wearin' a huge smile

Knowin' he's out of this giant dung pile

and off to walk those streets made of gold tile

Feelin' more energy then he did at the peak of bein' juvenile

Back in the year of 77 I stood gazing out my bedroom window. I was just the age of five when my mind slipped off into another dimension. This left my conscience suspended between two worlds very close in existence. I saw a creature wearing a large purple robe waving me to him with a long lanky finger. There weather in or out of my head was what I thought to be a monster. The strange being wanting my trust had a very large head, black oval eyes, and grey skin. Back then very seldom was anything of the like propagated or televised. Due to public concern information on this level was held deeply classified.

Then it happened again and the sight I saw changed my reality. It was as if the little grey booger was paranoid way deep inside. He scrambled on all fours along the ground. On a mission to dig up marbles I kept hid behind some bushes in a little pit. He new any connection we made had now been jeopardized. My marbles were like jewels to my eyes. A rare treasure only I could see. Messing with them meant some serious shit.

I shared a room with two brothers. At night it was hard to sleep. Seeing two red eyes under my bed was a secret to hard to be kept. My neighbor said he saw the demon too. At night he seldom caught a wink. With all this going on I developed a bit of an obsession at a young age. I became obsessed with the alien doctrine so to speak. I spent years researching to develope what I know to be true and realistic.

There's rank in the kingdom of darkness. A third of the stars fell with Lucifer. A third of the angels lost their wings along with their civilizations. Seraphim rank high amongst the Holy Angels. The word Seraph means reptile like in the Hebrew tongue. If you take a Seraphim and clip his wings you'll have a reptilian on your hands. A fallen angel that can no longer travel interdimensional or through the heavens without spacecraft or frequencies.

The Reptilians out rank the Grey's and are always at odds with each other. The Grey's are basically earth suites for demons used to manipulate objects in the third dimension. They travel by spacecraft or frequencies just like the reptilians.

It's a well known fact that abducties who call on Jesus Christ no longer get harassed by the Grey's. The Reptilians are much more fearce in their means of attack. It takes a bit of knowledge in spiritual warfare to combat such beasts. It all sums up to doctrines of demons and devils. Its all part of the great delusion God allowed to hit the earth.

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THE FALLEN

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm tantilized and mesmerized

By the moon

Its dark side has been opened to be analyzed and criticized

Yet by it I'm swoon

Whats seen upon its surface leaves folks surprised and paralyzed

By what could be comin' soon

Lookin' up at the night sky I'm never revived and often feel deprived

By who put the face on Mars

Before this world much like man they thrived and survived

Did they vanish in the stars

They live beneath the surface some have contrived from nowhere this story derived

All is hidden in their planets scars

As I look up at the night sky I'm numb inside as worlds collide

Life on other planets exists

The government keeps it all Classified those who expose it are quickly nullified

Makin' me want to shake my fist's

The fallen's blood lust is never satisfied their crimes can't be justified

Yet it's them the government assists

I'm old school

Raised by a Vietnam Vet

In a way he liked to rule

Just to watch me sweat

In what I believe I'm no fool

Dad may be scary its God I fret

The Earth is the Lords foot stool

Upon evil necks his heal is set

His justice to a world so cruel

Has not fully come as of yet

With the devil I make no duel

Still on God I'm willin' to bet

Even after all on which I stool Christ's blood paid my debt