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

Looking Up At The Sky

looking up at the sky,

standing on the pyramid of Khufu

blowin smoke in the wind,

soaring like the gods who flew

trying to find sleep,

without letting the monsters in

reading The 12th Planet,

studying the origin of consciousness

we are infinite beings of light,

inside the flesh; they locked us in

mentally boxed us in,

a prison for the mind

look around you and recognize,

the enslavement of mankind

corruption and lies spread,

like a virus without a remedy

I’m trying to get in your brain,

like the bullet that shot Kennedy

from the gun of Agent Greer,

Zapruder video shows it clear

but the powers that be,

will always use fear to steer

the direction of the nation,

and that’s how we ended up here

illumination symbols on our currency,

prove who the real gods are

Vatican protecting pedophiles,

prove who the real frauds are

lift the veil from your eyes,

question everything you’ve been taught

time for a paradigm shift,

rearrange everything you’ve ever thought

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.

Stuck In This Cave

I been stuck in this cave,

trying to find my way out

see a light at the far end,

but it keeps moving further out

I hear monsters around me,

growling and breathing

the clouds are weeping,

the sins are reaping

the smell of pain and regret,

is overflowing and seeping

into the fabric of the dirt,

my only weapon is the hurt

I use it like a chisel,

scraping against the rocks

trapped from within,

blood filling up in my socks

blisters forming,

been here for a thousand mornings

I’m screaming loud,

outside I hear a crowd

but nobody hears me,

the beast is closing in

its right behind me,

I can feel it’s tongue on my skin

I’m clawing my way out,

fingernails crack and snap

the agony’s unbearable,

but I can never look back

everything is pitch black,

I can feel it’s almost over

but then I look up,

and the lights gettin closer

gotta find what I got left,

and fight through it

when they all say you can’t,

that’s when you gotta fuckin do it

finally I reach the end,

exhausted and almost dead

because this is what it’s like,

getting depression out of your head