[Geno]

Title: Believing is Art.

Started off neatly drafting looks of graffitti, in black books where his pieces just sat there incompleted
Competed with geniuses of the craft, graphed devious words of wrath wherever it seemed strategic
Eventually city streets were just memories, he would leave the scene of the crime once its committed
no limit to his vivid depictions of innocent images, in murals he'd published without fucking permission
fuck it -he's gifted, as luck would have it his rustoleum habit grew absent, drank jack til he puked
awakened after a few hours of true powerless human root outtages, recouped out of it and fathomed his youth
from an immaculate view he grew, started scratching marble nd particles flew, partly amused but hard to ignore
Felt for sure his carpentors chores would keep him sharp in the world of art, and his skills often matured
Not sure, but thought his talents to be accord to him by luciferian journeyman who brought knowledge
so he constructed occult golems, who walked the fine line between being worth nothing nd top dollar
They would privately slolem from stair top to bottom, trying not to debauch him from craftmanship
Had he ever imagined this, black magic shit, he himself wouldn't have had a glimpse or practiced it
His own personal cataclysm's at hand, he's been having visions of man turned prisoner in famine nd chains
Can't imagine the strain its put on his capitol gain, he has to refrain, observie the next passing of days

Title: Life Like.

Walking down the streets, its tough trying not to rob
But when you just wrecked your truck its hard to find a fuckin job
to many problems in my pile, don't nothing stack better
Homie hit me last night, with a bad fucking track record
All this tension adds pressure, got a huge fuckin migraine
Thinkin bout the baby nine, but wouldn't you up in my place?
I Been Irate man, cause it was all good just a year go
Spoke some common sense, I was to deaf to hear it though
Now I need a miracle, before I let some tears expose
Had a dream once, now nightmares the only things that appear in those
its all immaterial, trapped by the beast being eaten by concern
Bout to shoot stolen guns that ain't even mine to burn
Why I gotta learn shit the hard fuckin ways and I'm cawfuckincasion
So if you black and you strugglin, get off of that race shit
Face it, cause I'm about two seconds from droppin this phone
And going next door to the neighbors house and robbing their home
But I don't want my problems to grow, no, not in the least
Aunt and uncle don't want me here cause I'm not in the lease
Well no shit man -obviously, saying that I should let god intervene
Pulled my pentacle off my neck and said I'm not on the team..

Title: "I have found the paradox, that if you loves until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love." Mother Teresa

Met a man with a heart, who knows of a cross heavier than I ever knew
Been strapped to his back for twelve years, and he'll die with it to
Psychological feud inside he's completely designed, defeating his mind
An aquarius that lets his character flaws simply eat him alive
His demeanor is fine cause he hides knowing how he's supposed to act
Socializes in public to ballance and counter his role of the zodiacs
Alone he's a sociapath, at home in his own zone its hell and he's heartless
The biggest problem is that he needs to be by himself to recharge him
Daydreams about martians, he studies things like free masons and satan
Not sure where his allegiance is aimed and has nobody to save him
Been everything from a nothing to naphen, from a drunk to a bum
Never knew the feeling of being loved, until one day someone does
During his phase as a thug, she was put in his way for some reason
Or maybe he was put in her way and gave her someone to believe in
The comfort was even, neither one of them knew what was in store
Spent every minute they had together, then they wanted some more
Spoke of troubling wars, and what they went through in their lives
As ugly as her stories were, he couldn't see past her beautiful eyes
Her pain was truly disguised, he wore his on his face clearer than day
And couldn't understand the smile she wore when his appearance was made
Everyone elses was clearly a fake, he intimidated most with his presence
But she was different, what she demonstrated showed independence
They started exposing their friendship to be a little deeper and true
And every night she got a chance, she would let him sneak in her room
Didn't care what people assumed, soon he was moving into the house
And every time she spread her legs, he was digging her out
Of course she was bound to get pregnant, and she eventually did
A miscarriage or two later, they would end up with a feminine kid
He was never convinced that he needed to change, not even today
They went there seperate ways even though he pleaded to stay
Love indeed is his pain, this man is such a fucking creature of habits
But can't fall for another, she found love and doesn't need him to have it