that makes no sense
possibly cos the logic in me couldn't profit
what a week owed in rent
did to my confidence , obviously
i am and always will be knockin' the key to they success
and can't you see to the degree of which they rep
can't make it rain then , window pane with the wipers on they brains and
i am the writer of the description but with no precipitation on their part
how i could turn the page on an ignorant re-presentation limited to what the critics consider ours
can't be leaning on the door stop so they door step
in the direction of a support structure that can't support them
and then i remain incapable of perceiving the proper way to do
and so the door's locked and their gates make it difficult to escape the blue
out of which come the chasers of the red
and my head which contains still unsettled contents
beyond the fact that i can't get outta my way for you
lays the down the cement and the concept
where i must make my dues as unconscious as them

when war mongers the arm the gun burdens the righteous /from afar /so there's much terror in the wrist not the charge /and only those on the run can sever the spark /the fight then /becomes more and more unruled /the further we fuse /find refuse only in the disregarded bombs sent from the table turners of rules /the ones who aim to prove /who can't play the game /and who blame /the people trying to get pleasure from the pains' /of the people chained to the furnace /forget the retrain /there is only one way to burn up /thus be it by the fire or the malcontent we were in search of /

cool

Sorrid Avarices suffice in the life of the lifeless minds inclined to shine
intertwined in crime the devils Devine ,
defined by a wicked design,
an incline in time that makes wine (whine) worse not better, for better or worse,
whats worse is better,
cause those who are off better get worse when whats worse is better,
people dying infants crying, and overseas they bleed,
when death comes for the parents who oversees the seeds,
chasing the American dream but the dreams deceased,
cus when the bell tolls wealth will cease to be,
priest preach peace with pieces of their bias beliefs,
killers gangsters, and thief’s along with corrupt police,
murder, kill shoot and steal for the love of greed,
political poison is pumped and dumped into the streets
along with mischief and grief
the throng sickening to see
Project properties, more like unfinished projects rather then property
How is capitalism a tool to fight on Poverty
What is Democracy,…..Liberty…or Equality
When even the Justice scale tends to be a little wobbly

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through all the troubles i staved
i am still here
so much so
the heavens done tried to send a bubble my way
so there's a chill yea
mistook the clouds for a frown
cos im not accustomed to what a hustler prays
when i used to say sunny days could make me smile
was maybe then but it now it ain't no trial
forget to put down the list of miserable instances i couldn't slip
a while , and then inspiration came and it began with a pen
that i lost to the wind
so now as i listen i imagine it so loud , soul found
that's the reason i be catching no more beatings
by the broom that is the arc of the plight
witch caught sight but not a part of the mess that has been in the dark by the flight
casting a shadow of the wound since birth
like out the womb was lift off but i was star struck by the awe of the light
this hurts , but all i really want is some of the paper
that i been trying put my pen on
then maybe my dreams'll materialize and i ain't gotta send in this psalm
see how they be filing their nails
while im at the desk foolishly using work to measure worth
trying to convince myself that i could make it
and refute those who say , what to waste when it's your turn

alright...lemme get a crack on this

first of all, hello everybody im Complex


yup an emcee is what ya hear right here/no negative energy, positivity so near/to the point where i hold chi like meditation/ no surplus remedies or toxins like medication/ sometimes its hard to write and it brings much frustration/ but the world in so great it brings all inspiration/ just a down to earth dude puttin two cents in/ with a chance to inspire and to fight within/ all the evils of the all when we can overcome/ but nothing is never enough so i am not yet done/ so with that being said ill come back real soon/ but for now let the rhymes take you and swoon...