Step Into The Mind

Step into the mind of a deviant,

The most repulsive, pervasive

A combination of faces,

Never leave prints or traces

Serial mc killa,

Strangle them with the fat laces

Victims are faceless,

Add you to the missing rapper cases

Open the fuck up and taste this,

Scrape your tongue til it’s tasteless

You on a need to know basis,

And you don’t need to know

Profile behavior; psychological

The most psychotical

The knots are nautical,

Sledgehammer full of follicles

The demon is diabolical,

The semen is evidence biological

Forensic detail inside your female,

Virus attachment in your email

Torn off fingernails,

And the stench of a rappers burnt body

Raped the mic at a party,

It was a verbal assault

I killed him yea, the dog told me to do it, it’s not my fault

I got skeletons in my vault,

I dare you to enter

I got a calm type of temper,

Like Edmund Kemper

Fist dimples in your center,

Stuff your body in a rental

Torture the instrumental,

Murder weapon was a pencil

A gun sight is my stencil,

Cut open your vein vessels

Ain’t no enemy alive quite like,

The inner demons I wrestle

A desolate desert is the destiny you get with a deceptive decimal

Escaping From A Dream

Escaping from a dream,

that the brain believes is real

physical functions react,

to the stress and pain your mind feels

stuck in the unconscious realm,

emotions break the surface

moon gazing in solitude,

lost in the maze of purpose

I’m seeing behind the design,

and it’s an uncontrolled circus

psychological warfare,

your thoughts are no longer your own

and there’s no way to really know,

if you’re the original or the clone

uncut fear; unable to scream,

memories of sleep paralysis

inside my icy cave I slide,

into the depths of my psychoanalysis

and I come out of it,

more fucked up than I was before

opening brain doors,

walking through just to explore

you can alter the physical,

but you can’t change the inner core

I am the grotesque mental gore,

that i just vomited on your floor

Rhyme tissue and syllable matter,

analyze the ink splatter

reaching new heights,

one last rung on the ladder

I’m the nastiest roach in your house,

light don’t make me scatter.

King Universe

“King Universe”

walkin The Long Walk approaching The Dark Tower

Desperation sets in when you face your final hour

Low Men with Insomnia and Children born to the Corn

all remain in The Black House during the Century’s worse Storm

Rose Madder is torn between love and hate

Misery loves company in the form of Kathy Bates

overlook The Overlook and get blinded by The Shining

on the shores of Duma Key is where you might find me

Just After the Sun sets I ponder on my regrets

but the ocean lets me forget all the sins I’ve swept

under the velvet carpet is The Arrowhead Project

walkin through The Mist entering a Sematary for Pets

looking for Church while hearing the dead speak

the eyes of Pennywise only terrorize the weak

so we must remain strong and play Gerald’s Game

step into my Dark Half and experience my pain

Dreamcatcher rings hang off the windows pane

catching Nightmares and Dreamscapes

nothing ever seems straight but Everything’s Eventual

holding a Bag of Bones and the odor is sensual

the pain is fifth dimensional inside The Dead Zone

memories deconstruct and then nothing is ever known

Stuck in this everyday prison,

Life in Shawshank is brutal

Ravenous appetite,

I bite down on rappers like Cujo

Sip from a human stew,

I’ve been around since before the wind blew

Born in Salems Lot in 1922 and I’m really three hundred and two

I met Christine in Derry,

She tasted like peaches and strawberrys

She had a friend named Carrie,

But she was a little scary

The Gunslinger roams from land to land

passin on my gift when we do a hand to hand

livin on the run like Ted, I’m a solitary man

wise beyond my years and ready to take a Stand.

Nothing Stressing Me

nothin stressin me today, I see things for what they are

sharp state of mind, you gotta learn from the scars

universal knowledge, from the sun, moon and stars

I live inside of 16 bars, live by effect and cause

always be on point, don’t fall for the false gods

or the false broads and don’t follow the false laws

so much filth in this world, there’s not enough soap for it

I got a dream and a plan and I’ll fuckin go broke for it

and if you ain’t got it but you want it, you gotta hope for it

work for it, sacrifice everything you got for it

do more than the rest, to break outta the chains

no matta what you goin thru, you gotta use that pain

use the hate and the anger, the bullshit and frustration

to spark a fuse into the gut of the nation

and fuck the wicked souls, I see through their scales

karma gonna see you, when the moon is full and pale

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 50

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 50 is here!! Come listen to me cry about Aaron Rodgers going down (Wishing you the best), the harvey bullshit, a New Segment called “Facebook is NOT News”, the Season 3 premiere of Mr. Robot (No Spoilers..I think) and much more. Come have a laugh now!

-PEACE

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 49

Happy Monday, I toked and I talked yet again! Come listen to me go on about Dating, the Green Bay Packers, some more football talk, Fucking cursing and much more of the usual madness that makes up my world. Have a great week everyone.

-PEACE

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 48

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 48 is up NOW. Come listen to me go on about Halloween, the Pumpkin craze, the NFL and much more. Have a great week everyone.

-PEACE

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 47

Happy Tuesday! My apologies for missing my usual Monday deadline but it was an insane 24 hours right after I recorded this Episode on Sunday night. Things are back to their regular schedule now and so here it is, come listen to me go on about the Fall Season, my L.A telemarketing job, the NFL and much more. Come have a laugh NOW!

-PEACE

The Toke Talking Podcast Episode 46

Stoners, Hippies, Hip Hop Heads lend me your ears as I welcome my guest Big Kush Jay. Author of the book and documentary “Married To Marijuana” to The Toke Talking Podcast. We go on about his book, life in the Hip Hop game, a great story with GhostFaced Killa and much more. Come have a listen and make sure to check out his book and documentary, both linked above for easy access.

-PEACE

My Social Space…

Hello everybody! Welcome to We’re Not Rolling. I’m your want to be, trying to be…writer. I was wondering the other day does anyone ever come up to you and declare you a writer? Do you just declare yourself one? Or is it only official once you get paid for your stuff? Fuck if I know. HA! Continue reading “My Social Space…”