Fall or Fly ?

Heal my soul
Fulfill my high
Cross my heart
And hope to die
With my slice of Devil’s pie


In The Light Of Day

I know I’m not the only one
Who regrets the things they’ve done
Sometimes I just feel it’s only me
Who never became who they thought they’d be

I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor

I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry
I miss the air, I miss my friends
I miss my mother; I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago

The Old Stoic

Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–
And if I pray, the only prayer
That moves my lips for me
Is–”Leave the heart that now I bear
And give me liberty.”

Yes, as my swift days near their goal
‘Tis all that I implore
Through life and death, a chainless soul
With courage to endure!

— Emily Brontë (1841)

Modern Reality

[…] look how I’m living, really, look how I’m living
Addicted to attention, no need for your intervention
My Instagram be popping, just look at where I be shopping
Look at what I be copping, keep liking, I won’t be stopping
In the club standing on your couches, I’m buying bottles for my section
Hoping they announce us, bring out the sparklers, please bring out the sparklers
Can see that waitress come to my table, I got them talking, they notice that I’m a baller
Sometimes I sit and wonder about this life that we’re perusing
Are we headed for our ruin, my generation influenced by attention whores […]



Said to the window, to the wall
My nigga ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck nigga blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan’ be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain’t you and you ain’t me


My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy

A direct message to our brother, Mr. West, to teach him a lesson on humility, and responsibility, over his out of control, hypocritical, and impulsive actions. Anonymous is sounding off the new Renaissance era this year for humanity, and “we aint finna play with them nooooo more! Because at this point, we’re tired of it!” And you need to respect real artistry and allow other artists other than Beyonce to be celebrated for their achievements. “Because, what happens is, when you keep diminishing art, and not respecting the craft, and smacking other artists in the face, you’re disrespectful to inspiration.” You owe Beck, your fans, and the many people you’ve hurt and disappointed over the years an apology, Mr. West. Our tolerance with your arrogant and distasteful behavior to gain attention online has reached its end. We will be watching you.

We are Anonymous
We are Legion
We do not forgive
We do not forget
You should’ve expected us!

— We Are Anonymous


The whole energy out here is just changing. It’s just getting dark, man, quick (…) I’m fucking drinking more, I’m smoking more. We’re out here staying up so late that it’s early. I’m just more worried about myself. I just gotta come home.”



Trip Hop from the Past

I’m flinging out some rhythms in a cultural stare
Suffocating, still frustrating, like we care
Dissecting, over analyzing, empty heart
Like spitting out some more wet dreams and calling it art