I was walking in the park where a pad on the floor sparked something in me to take. I looked around but only saw children on the swings and other normal things. I opened the composition and I wouldn’t believe what I had just seen. These exact lyrics for me to spit at you and sing. The content was amazing, i could only imagine the kind of superstar that I would be. I can see myself with the finer things in life in the form of fame and glory. Just wait until my mama sees me on the tv. Whoever wrote these must have been a genius, but they’ll surely learn their lesson for having this notebook missing. On my shoulders was my conscious, which caught me by surprise. God told me to be wise, ol Lucy said I would live the wild life. I don’t mind what either had implied cuz I could only think of money and bitches during this time. I turned the page, at the top titled ‘don’t read this’. I didn’t trip on it cuz I knew I just had to witness. Listen when I say it was the greatest piece that has ever been mentioned. In that moment I took a knife to my wrist and sliced. I promise if you read it too, you’d also suicide. You should have never opened those pages, cuz that’s my fckn notebook.

-Satan

Sound represents an audio matter in the oxygen which is rather a complex concept envisioned in imaginative languages witnessed by persons left with different impressions of definition descriptions inside of one’s lucid conscious. Drummers bang the auditory instrument creating a vibrant sound echoing through the canal like a river flowing in water-like space from the touch of a vibration. The best noises are autonomous voices which discuss wishes of blessings and speak positive phrases instead of broken promises conversed with blemishes which predict the most vicious premises. Since its conception, noises mixed with sound effects glisten in the unseen vision to create a sense of which direction a sentence was mentioned which makes so much sense to witnesses who listen. In the end nothing left can be said like when you mention the silence and the last word has been finished.

Sunshine makes the world go round. Without it, life would be dark. It’s faster than speed of sound. & gives Mary Jane a spark.

How many times can you make a mistake before it’s not a mistake anymore? Some actions are like a giant earthquake with little shocks of more coming after. Small repetitions hurt bigger than earlier even when it’s the biggest disaster that strikes first. Those intentions were never meant to put you in a position that you do not deserve. I recommend that you seek some inner guidance when you realize problems occur over & over. A shot of redemption straight into your veins will surely do the opposite of hurt. In the end you can be a better man than you were before if you just learn. Karma’s a bitch; it’s true what they say, what goes around comes back around and that includes error. If you get a break, be grateful and appreciate; others have to let it burn like Usher. You got it bad, but it’s unfortunate that some people have it much worse. When it’s all said & done, you will become a greater person when you are grown. Experience your growth; enlightenment will turn you into a bright, shining star.

Look at all of the things left in our old room. Shook up emotions brings out a dust broom. Furniture which holds all of possessions we knew. A bed that’s big enough made for two, which lays only one now because we were threw. Do you remember the things we used to do? Keeping each other company as we laughed like fools. So many memories in between four painted walls, on top of this floor, and behind that closed door. Not a day goes by where I don’t wish that we had more. Here is the teddy bear I won you at the fair. The flowers now dead but when I got them for you, took such great care. The comb that we used to style our hair. All of the things that we once shared. Now just memories of the times when we were here.

Once upon a time there lived a nosy neighbor which wondered what others around him were there for. That nosy neighbor is me. I spend my free time going behind your line of eye sight to remind myself that you are nice guys which I also despise. I design white lies and create fables of mystical tales of which you won’t be able to be available when I unveil. Oh what a dark trail. What you fail to realize is that the reason behind your recent failures is really a horror show mirror that haunts you everywhere you go. This much I know. Now I’m inside of your head. Not even prescriptions can help with your mission so go to church for a blessing instead. I wont stop until you’re dead. For Ive conducted a map where you and me stand except you have no idea where the fuck we’re even at. You Think that you’re mad? Some would say this says more about me as a person than you but I don’t know why I blame you for mistakes in the past. Just know, I’ll have the last laugh.

Ravishing lifestyle fit just for a lavish king. Chaos brings out all of the little savage things. Astonished audience watches in awe keeps me wandering.

Ravishing entrances; some seem to always say most. Chaos causes losses of promises concealed by a princess’s kiss. Astonished amassed at the prices a tik and a tok can cost.

Ravishing résumé famous for frames; portrait borders & false accusations. Chaos conceived to create conversion cooked for complex conflict. Astonished at just the fact that you wanted this wish.

It was the most important performance of my lifetime. This years competition is being shown under the limelight. This was supposed to be the moment where I shine bright. Instead, my rival is the one being talked about in the typewrite. Well I can’t just let that ruin my whole life, right? Sore loser has never been me and my kind mind has light time for envy which means I’m checking the tape to find the exact moment where I lost. Empty out old strategies that failed to find some better cost because I won’t accept this loss turning me into an outcast away. Second place is not first so it must be last, the placement where I’m not staying. I’ll stay on the fckn grind & sway the judges votes next time. Now I will only gain. As God as my witness, I will never go hungry as a loser again. Winner winner; chicken dinner.

I have never done anything like this before. I don’t know how to do this, plus can I even find the words. How will I know I’m finished when I can’t even find the sentences? Should I worry about how it will end? First of all, where do I begin? If you want to start going here’s a piece of advice kid, all you have to do is just get started. If you happen to get stuck again & again, then make yourself dive into it and from there experiment. You might not like what happens as much as you expected which happens in most cases but do not let it discourage. You will not get any better unless you push thru your own criticism. Remember art is not always perfect to the artist who made it. You just might right your wrongs and dig up out the hole that you’re stuck in. Now here’s a lil poem that talks about the first one.

All of the clothes in her closet call her the best dressed. Black catwoman style bandit prepared for her next theft. Lavish showcases get swept where usually the loot is kept. Thief in the night is quick, swiper already left while you slept. You didn’t know when you met, the thoughts she had in her head. She steals to get ahead; Mona Lisa portrait. Don’t even think of getting revenge or else you’ll wind up dead. Go do something else instead, like enjoying time with your kid. Your possessions is like an auction and she has the highest bid.