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I though about you yesterday--
It's been so long since we've spoken
I'm inspired to write!
Things are going well

I just left upstate (Glad I got out alive)
For a better Place
Still a ward of the state, I'm glad to be alive
I plan to survive the 3 additional years
Whether its willpower or fate
I have a date with destiny--it can't wait
The vice and temptation of the city are behind me
When I get back, I'm thinking about Miami
The Chance of a better life
I'll change to a better life I promise!
You and me baby!
I hope there are jobs there
Tell 'ma the same thing
She was happy for me of course
Life will take its due course!

I want to know what's been happening in your life
Tell me everything--even if things haven't changed
I'm not deranged
It won't bother me
Be happy!
I can't wait to read,so write to me!

Glad I got out alive

Uninspired and confusing--sipping and dipping
Overdumping and lipsyncing--raping the rhyme
What rappers do to make words fit!
It, shouldn't rhyme with It!

Non-synchronous, erroneous
Their verbalogies are crazy
(My rhymes are my babies)
How can someone like me with limited musical talents
Make better songs than the so-called experts
Where's the work ethic?
Where's the love for the music?
Where's the love for the music?

Dragging out the sounds
To use up the minutes
That's theft, if the fans are paying for it
Rappers aren't soul singers and they ain't go no lungs
So why does certain hooks last longer than many songs?

My rhymes are my babies

Couch, if you want to see another day/
Promise me this/
That you and I will make beautiful music/
A song for the people!/
The Evil Ones/
Why not?
with Tanks and fully-loaded machine guns!/

When I was young I did good/
And in school I did well/
As you can tell/
Screwed girls like Rachel Uchitel/
Before Tiger came along/
I swung wood and came on strong/
And Played Lionel Ritchie's "All Night Long," all night.

Under circumstances outside of my control, I did wrong/
I fought to end fights/
Three wrongs make a right/
Worse than me have made it/
So I don't worry...

Worry, Me?


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I though about you yesterday--
It's been so long since we've spoken
I'm inspired to write!
Things are going well

I just left upstate (Glad I got out alive)
For a better Place
Still a ward of the state, I'm glad to be alive
I plan to survive the 3 additional years
Whether its willpower or fate
I have a date with destiny--it can't wait
The vice and temptation of the city are behind me
When I get back, I'm thinking about Miami
The Chance of a better life
I'll change to a better life I promise!
You and me baby!
I hope there are jobs there
Tell 'ma the same thing
She was happy for me of course
Life will take its due course!

I want to know what's been happening in your life
Tell me everything--even if things haven't changed
I'm not deranged
It won't bother me
Be happy!
I can't wait to read,so write to me!

Glad I got out alive

Uninspired and confusing--sipping and dipping
Overdumping and lipsyncing--raping the rhyme
What rappers do to make words fit!
It, shouldn't rhyme with It!

Non-synchronous, erroneous
Their verbalogies are crazy
(My rhymes are my babies)
How can someone like me with limited musical talents
Make better songs than the so-called experts
Where's the work ethic?
Where's the love for the music?
Where's the love for the music?

Dragging out the sounds
To use up the minutes
That's theft, if the fans are paying for it
Rappers aren't soul singers and they ain't go no lungs
So why does certain hooks last longer than many songs?

My rhymes are my babies

Couch, if you want to see another day/
Promise me this/
That you and I will make beautiful music/
A song for the people!/
The Evil Ones/
Why not?
with Tanks and fully-loaded machine guns!/

When I was young I did good/
And in school I did well/
As you can tell/
Screwed girls like Rachel Uchitel/
Before Tiger came along/
I swung wood and came on strong/
And Played Lionel Ritchie's "All Night Long," all night.

Under circumstances outside of my control, I did wrong/
I fought to end fights/
Three wrongs make a right/
Worse than me have made it/
So I don't worry...

Worry, Me?

A treasure for the ages
Golden in texture and flavor
Compassion and love inspire your behavior
So much so, that neighbors and strangers alike respond in kind

Red blooded Puerto Rican American woman
A beautiful mind you too
As many heads turn and as hearts yearn
For your love and affection
While Oxygen is within them
To adore you as the world turns
Others try to know you
While I explore inside of you
Your name: Blue Flame

Five lives you have brought to Fruition
And probably no deaths can be ascribed to you.
In China, you would be Ma-Jhong
Kids are a challenge.
They rebel against the love and directions
Your orders executed with Chagrine
Motives challenged by mortal kombat--ritual acts.
But you survive and live your life
And spread beauty over a land that's war torn
and burn white hot, like a new pope is born.

Blue Flame

I remembera crimson sky/
It was scary/
Blood filled the skies/
Perceptions don't lie/
I was a kid and/
It was a lonely Sunday afternoon/
I felt alone in my backyard/ Thinking the world might end soon/
Beyond my yard laid sugar fields/
That stretched to the Horizons/
I looked into the sky/
And saw burning red and some black clouds/
The Bible spoke to me, Loud!/
I thought of God/
Lies of Heaven and Hell reverberated through my mind/
And I was upset.

Crimson Sky

My Uploads

I though about you yesterday--
It's been so long since we've spoken
I'm inspired to write!
Things are going well

I just left upstate (Glad I got out alive)
For a better Place
Still a ward of the state, I'm glad to be alive
I plan to survive the 3 additional years
Whether its willpower or fate
I have a date with destiny--it can't wait
The vice and temptation of the city are behind me
When I get back, I'm thinking about Miami
The Chance of a better life
I'll change to a better life I promise!
You and me baby!
I hope there are jobs there
Tell 'ma the same thing
She was happy for me of course
Life will take its due course!

I want to know what's been happening in your life
Tell me everything--even if things haven't changed
I'm not deranged
It won't bother me
Be happy!
I can't wait to read,so write to me!

Glad I got out alive

Uninspired and confusing--sipping and dipping
Overdumping and lipsyncing--raping the rhyme
What rappers do to make words fit!
It, shouldn't rhyme with It!

Non-synchronous, erroneous
Their verbalogies are crazy
(My rhymes are my babies)
How can someone like me with limited musical talents
Make better songs than the so-called experts
Where's the work ethic?
Where's the love for the music?
Where's the love for the music?

Dragging out the sounds
To use up the minutes
That's theft, if the fans are paying for it
Rappers aren't soul singers and they ain't go no lungs
So why does certain hooks last longer than many songs?

My rhymes are my babies

Couch, if you want to see another day/
Promise me this/
That you and I will make beautiful music/
A song for the people!/
The Evil Ones/
Why not?
with Tanks and fully-loaded machine guns!/

When I was young I did good/
And in school I did well/
As you can tell/
Screwed girls like Rachel Uchitel/
Before Tiger came along/
I swung wood and came on strong/
And Played Lionel Ritchie's "All Night Long," all night.

Under circumstances outside of my control, I did wrong/
I fought to end fights/
Three wrongs make a right/
Worse than me have made it/
So I don't worry...

Worry, Me?

A treasure for the ages
Golden in texture and flavor
Compassion and love inspire your behavior
So much so, that neighbors and strangers alike respond in kind

Red blooded Puerto Rican American woman
A beautiful mind you too
As many heads turn and as hearts yearn
For your love and affection
While Oxygen is within them
To adore you as the world turns
Others try to know you
While I explore inside of you
Your name: Blue Flame

Five lives you have brought to Fruition
And probably no deaths can be ascribed to you.
In China, you would be Ma-Jhong
Kids are a challenge.
They rebel against the love and directions
Your orders executed with Chagrine
Motives challenged by mortal kombat--ritual acts.
But you survive and live your life
And spread beauty over a land that's war torn
and burn white hot, like a new pope is born.

Blue Flame

I remembera crimson sky/
It was scary/
Blood filled the skies/
Perceptions don't lie/
I was a kid and/
It was a lonely Sunday afternoon/
I felt alone in my backyard/ Thinking the world might end soon/
Beyond my yard laid sugar fields/
That stretched to the Horizons/
I looked into the sky/
And saw burning red and some black clouds/
The Bible spoke to me, Loud!/
I thought of God/
Lies of Heaven and Hell reverberated through my mind/
And I was upset.

Crimson Sky


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