riding on my bicycle from work hand shaking head hurts mind flirting with the idea of hurting myself with poison noise and static poised to misdirect my choices yes the voices whisper in my ear softly a long spree of drug use had gripped my wallet and tossed me across a lost sea of hopelessness and i hope this gets better kid cuz i know that its killing me willing me to fill my innards to the ceiling with something that's gonna make me feeling sweet feelin me? insanity had left me lost and naked vacant spirituatlly bankrupt will i make it take this obsession from me. i wanna run free and let the spirits sunbeams come freely unto me lift the sun-screen from my rusty beating heart comfort me with even just a teeny spark please i'm dying here i'm writing dear john letters to a mirror and i fear i've severed all clear tracks for trains of thought outta here save me god i can hear the tip-toeing walk of the reaper near i'm not thinking clear and if i drink this beer i really think my fears will manifest themselves. hells bells will wail and i'll be jailed in tears kill it. the toxic thought process got my conscious filled with all kinds of nonsense the kind thats constant the onset of monsters stompin i wanna get out of myself but its myself that i'm locked in

step outside of the circle repeating

i am just a combination of decisions drivin by self will's incision intermitting with the crisp glittering of pre-written disposition listen cuz i'm spitting as a witness to this schism between the self and the system i walk in line with the rhyme but it's time the i find a witness so listen up cuz i'm puttin rhymes in your cups and my words i'm linen 'em up so drink it up and get a glimpse of the spirit moving i'm grooving and not boozing not losing my time getting high fly to the altitude of the suit up show up grow up things not the screw up too drunk throw up things i'm a new creation the old it is so gone i don't want to hold on like thighs without gold bond. i roll on like dice on the sidewalk i park my bike next to a mic so it's amplified when i talk i'm just a man saying get free i live free from the things that had make me sickly and his hand was the damage plan that would lift me up to the surface to flourish and to get rid of these crazy ways of livin breaking out of a prison checking out of a system mister how could i miss it. kiss it goodbye listen cuz my mission is to be spittin so eyes get stripped of blindfolds an intervention of the spiritual get with the miracle especially if you're restless discontented or irritable here i go on a roll with the syllables uncontrollable literal i'm unfolding these golden flows like a waterfall

****secret song**** "Get Free" (starts at 4:56, will appear on the full length album set do be released at the end of this year)

i’m just a person just a word inside this versatile immersion of rhythm and verses served to connect the earth with a burst of color, and texture, the light that you find that mentors reminding our minds that finding the time to ignite our centers, our spirits, our hearts
and our eyes, the fire the ember is crucial for us to enter into a state of surrender. to the higher power, big light, fire power, our minds devour whatever feeds the ego, so find the power, to seperate, and divide the sour from sweet and let the showers of divinity grow
humility it’s the c-h-r-i-s c-o-n-d-e and i spittin my experience til i die on the m-i-c my raps are attacking the status quo that has latched all their blackend shackles attached to collapse our souls that’s how it goes when the world we live in is ruled by the corporations of nations, we’re numbers not faces to ‘em. so let my poems dethrone the kings of your own
thinking cuz we alone atone for the things we see think and hear and speak, delete all the lies that creep deep in, get on your feet, put both hands to the sky then breathe deep in cuz i believe in a reason to live besides we being a dollar sign, a consumer, a customer repeating
the same old thing til we die, a fable played to our eyes, a cradle grave they devise, we have to start believing

when i say get free y’all say stay free

i’m just a human just a student just livin life and infusing my life experience, vitamins violins to this music, i insist that we climb and get higher to try and get redefined to ignite the light that resides in enlightened kids so let’s try. examine the damage of vanity, how it manifests how
it wraps up inside our identity, and we let it be free to roam and it grow and never ceases before it creeps into everything that make say or think SO we must discuss our own lusts and trust in guts that the crust can get chucked if all of us push back the dust and the clumps that fuckin disrupt the love downward thrust from up and above i’m bustin these rough raps. my mustache, my beard and my tats, my prose, and my flow glows cuz i own my craft, i wanna inspire the gifts that you didn’t know you had, create and produce something beautiful for you to last, it’s mathematical, radical acrobatical tactical latch to the back of a fire cracker mechanical animal addict and i will ramble on til run out of ammo or til my sandals unsalvageable or my raps arn’t flammable. this is my thesis my reason for waking up everyday for painting my pieces, I want to stand naked before you show my weakness. so that maybe all my scars can be all your teachers


from Twisted Kite Strings, released March 27, 2015
Chris Conde, Edwin J. Stephens



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