Stranger I’ve become a stranger Even to myself I don’t recognize the person in the mirror Like it’s someone else looking I’ve estranged myself from myself And there’s no one left I am utterly alone
Hat I always wear a hat cause you don’t wanna see my hair Plus my dad always wore hats and I am my dad It also acts as a disguise so I can hide in plain sight even from those who know me from you What am I trying to hide? I don’t want you to see what I really look like I’ll keep my hat on, thank you
My Tattoos These are my tattoos They have become as much a part of me as my limbs or veins A juxtaposition to break up the monotony of my skin Triggering a memory, a time and place A souvenir of the past A tattoo broadcasts one's personality even before words are spoken A conversation piece, a window into their soul To know their dreams and desires A map of where they've been and what they've done They are decorative scars, self-inflicted wounds to destroy something pure, a sign of innocence lost A way to rebel against society A way of rebelling against ourselves Each one is a work of art For you to appreciate and critique, to love or hate The body an easel, a once blank canvas My blood the ink, the needle guided the hand of God These are my tattoos Can I see yours? Tattoo artist: Eymard Trejo IG: @eymardtrejo
VERSE-ATILE: Freestyle Friday – “Old Skool”
Happy Jazz Piano Old School Hip Hop Instrumental https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqkLVJf_ru4
***Disclaimer: I get inspired to write these verses after listening to hip hop instrumentals (I randomly search them on Youtube) whilst high on weed, booze or (insert other). Now c’mon and rap along!
“Just an old fool who’s old skool, still using Protools, microphone turnin’ cold – “it’s a code blue!” / Yeah I’m so cool – no playin’, then go saiyan like I’m Goku / Call me Superman; I’m changing in the phone booth, I think I’m an alien but I got no proof / It’s the new me – that’s the old you, on the mic you Alicia Silverstone; you got no clue / Got a blunt with a cold brew – just lay back and play the track – chillin’ in a snowsuit / Didn’t you hear? I already warned you – I’ll lower your testosterone; you can call me tofu / Magneto; get inside your mind and control you, smoked three hits of DMT then I broke thru / Call me “the one” cause I believe there is no spoon, takin’ this to broadway like it was a show tune / Uh, regular emcees just won’t do – “So true” (girl’s voice), I do this like I’m ‘sposed to / And you can bring your whole crew – by the end of this verse everybody will be bros like Mario 2 / …. Sick like I got the cold flu – been ill since – becoming a “starving artist” like Prince / with no food, rare like a gold tooth – “Oh, ooh!” So new – even DJ Clue had no clue / Sometimes my mind is darker than when there’s no moon – like a black hole – we all got shit we go through… / We all gotta find something to devote to – for me it’s hip hop – for you it’s Porntube / Uh, got bills but still a broke dude -well-mannered but like Michelle Tanner I’m “so rude” /Breathe this beat like it’s O2 – I achieve in one verse what in one album you hope to / AndI’m on holiday, like Josh Holloway get “lost” or like Jeff Ross I’m a roast you /All you do is scroll thru Instagram and post nudes, but no one gives a damn and no you’re not“woke” like an alarm clock / with no snooze… plus like Rosie O’Donnell you get “no views” / Get it? Huh,I make sick tracks like a snowshoe, so sit back, relax like you’re on a boat cruise / Like peanut butter I am so smooth – now listen to this “jam” like when the traffic won’t move…” -freestyle by Problem-Addict
Vessel My whole body's out of whack No longer a comfortable and safe vessel I'm ready to abandon ship "Man overboard!” But where can I seek refuge? A hermit crab finds a new shell While I am condemned to this body Till my soul escapes
I tried... And then I died.
A collection of short poems inspired by The Universe
Blackhole Trapped inside a blackhole All time has stopped Yet somehow it keeps moving forward without me Leaving only a memory far in the past Space I feel nothing Only a void inside Empty, vacuous space My heart the dying remnants of a once bright star Time Time is measured by centuries We only live a single second Like the tick of a clock A grain of sand Falling through an hourglass
Depression WordSalad Depression is not one thing; it's a whole whack of things. So many things you could make a salad out it.
ReflectionnoitcelfeR *All this time because I never understood myself All this stress because I never took the time to reflect All this confusion because I never understood myself All this depression because I never made a decision All this pain because I never reevaluated my life All this anxiety because I never realized *Repeat
VERSE-ATILE: Freestyle Friday – “Mama Said Knock You Out” REMIX
Mama Said Knock You Out instrumental https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RteEZXVIMOg
***Disclaimer: Wrote this after taking smoking some weed. These deranged thoughts and machinations are just for fun. If you take offence, respond with a “freestyle rebuttal” in the comment section. Now bust out your mic and rap along! (Rapped in early 90’s gangsta rap style)
“Uh, hit that sweet spot, I can make a beat hot – listening to your critique is tequila – just a cheap shot / Bout to blow yo mind like a teapot – I am from Toronto otherwise known as the East Block (“T. Dot!”) / Lyrics cut like a blade that’s how I keep my teeth sharp – rippin’ mics to shreds like a reef shark / (buzz) Get shocked till you see sparks, runnin’ it like an engine till I make the fuckin’ keys start / Your brain is like a phone; overload and it restarts, I know you love my lyrics like an IG heart (“Aww”) / Takin over property like it’s beachfront, “Momma said knock you out! Now you see stars (ding ding ding!) / And I’m swinging from the treetops, ears look like cauliflower in a steam pot (“Ow!”) / Hip hop is my drug and I tweak hard, “Let’s get retarded in here-” Whoops! I mean dumb / Got more reefer than a weed crop, smoke so much you can say I gotta green thumb / I’m a showoff like a peacock – plus in the bed I’m a freak like Re-gan / MacNeil from the Exorcist – crazy bitches are the sexiest, climb on top of my / dick like it’s Everest, and blow me like a terrorist – Ooh! I came harder than Tyson when he’s peed off! / Uh, you can’t just put me down like a mean dog, plus on the mic I’m rock steady like I’m Bebop, ha / Flow tight like a reef knot – kinda vibe make you wanna get low like a V-top (whistle) / Like socks keep yo feet hot, melt the wax like it’s cheese on a pepperoni pizza (“Mmm”) / On the mic I rage – when I’m on the stage get no “boos” like a detox (crowd boos!) / Fuck you – I drop more shit than a seagull – spit so much of it I could clog a latrine stall (toilet flushes) / …You’re goin’ down like a straight flush – “Momma said knock you out” now here’s the referee call… (“He’s down!”)” -freestyle by Problem-Addict