I like to use metaphors to get my point across to you,

but when I'm speaking some times you don't have a clue of what I'm talking about, no matter how much I shout.

It's like I'm a water fountain and my mouth is the spout, my words are the liquid and I'm spitting them out. But nobody takes a drink, nobody wants to think.

Just give it some time,  I'll still get you wet yet with my thirst quenching rhymes. Soon I'll splash you in the face, wake you from your mental coma, displace your thoughts, rearrange them in a different order, till you finally understand what I'm saying

and if you like it then keep listening cause I aint done sprayin this lyrical bliss, dropping knowledge on you using my limitless metropolis of vocabulary confidence, perforating your consciousness, they aint no point in stoppin thi-

Pain, true pain, it starts as an ache in your brain, no wait, a stain. On your body, under your arms, your head. It's on your face, a splotch, a burn from a cigarette, a scar. Eyelids, cheeks, neck, mouth, scars. Everywhere. Your face turns into a visual deformity that everyone can see. A sea of eyes squint while bodies shift to avoid you. A scar. Shame, now that's real pain.

Ooooohhh Yeah it's the Coolaid man, and he's coming for you just about as fast as he can.

Without any rhyme or reason he'll be at your front door, but there sure won't be no knockin so you better hit the floor

High expectations can lead to depressing realizations. Because isn't it true that it's that which you think you know that can throw you off your mental flow when your no longer asked to sit and critique but rather get up and go?

MAXWEL’S WORDS

Words. With the simple collaboration of sounds, pitches, and pacing we can express anything from absolute love to what color our socks are. Crazy.

Mental solace cannot be found until one is able to accept and integrate themselves into the world around them.

Expand, extend, learn and grow.

Learn it and live it, life is good.