Frydate

I know that in this night
I will sleep a little less
but I must confess
with this “misfits”
we have no limits
I can laugh
and I be proud
of being part of this split
our “frydate” party

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Preach

Life is a balance
a constant test of endurance
resist to find a peace
resilience to find other place
where pain and misery can’t reach,
or the weak and poor preach
from the ones that must talk about love
but only have hate on their tongues
they took the right for wrong
looks like the psalms was wrote with the wrong words
so hard to understand, ever worse
to make sense in this modern times
If you ask me why
I look so tired of these lines
about hipocrites that think
that God it’s only to them
believe me, you understood these rhymes

Frail Words

Remember the words from who speak in tongues
“love the others like you love yourself”
so why da fuck they are the first ones
to throw the stone and judge everybody else

Ants

A chillhop playing something without sync
a empty music without heart
but full of meaning
made to touch a mind, not a feeler like me
hypnosis with synthetic things, so sharp that can hurt
wounds maked by our own hands
against the chest,
reach the dead
open up, this coffin that you call breast
you put a farm, full of ants
only candy things can satisfy your hungry
hungry and full of angry
teeths filthy
even lil, insects can dethrone kingdoms
ironic, they don’t eat you or me
we are full of bitter, taste like dead meat
already dead, we vague like zombie
trying to reach another epiphany

Lil J

Jazzy night
rhymes don’t sync, the rhythm changes in a blink
bright like my eye
when I mesmerize
the memory of your smile
I make my rhymes in sync with your walk
and I can’t sound better than my silence
cuz what makes me silent it’s your lips giving me life
so let’s see if you know what I mean
it’s you the best improvising beat that I ever have listened
the soft solo that’s send me away
away from my pain
but, like old school jazz master, you must have a nick name
let’s call you “Lil J”

Gnarled

Gnarled
like branches of an ancient tree
my ideas try to reach the sky
but they die in my neck
suffocated by my own hands
Embraced
feeling the warm…it’s time to flee?
bad ideas came from nowhere, why?
from heaven to hell, just in one sec
only a goat here to send me a blessing, no lambs
Cursed
anxiety, depression, depravity
my mind it’s ready to fry
any kind of positive vibe
so, don’t blame me if I don’t look back

Crippling

So crippling
thinking about the last moment
before I close my eyes and see your fading
my anchor, my safe statement
my inner preacher, ready to save me
empty words from a sent of a God that don’t speak
please, make me deaf, call me weak
but don’t force me to listen
frail words of a dead man who chose
shout truths
rather than remain silent
I chose looks like a mad man
than looks like a fake happier