“Sin Cambios” tengo rojo en los ojos como comunistas de la china, la vida divina entre los tiempos se me ve perdida, no termina, destrucción como un infección de sida, la energía se me esta acabando como baterías, pero entre los años, pensando, me esta causando daño, Modo de pensar lo sin fe yo nunca me siento sano Destrozado, en lo que la vida me dejo, como yo vivo sin pasión y sin un modo de razón, Pero me siento encabronado, en el dolor estoy encarcelado, me dejaron abandonado y un poco envenenado, estoy cansado, Mentalidad esta en embargo y me dejo con un sabor amargo, sigo esperando Determinado, en el pasado, es donde cruce mal los pasos, con varios proyectos falsos, con los ánimos muy altos, Y le pido a los santos, que se fijen en los datos Hasta que diga al fin este camino me ah cambiado I’m waiting for the past to change, and for all of this pain to drain, and as I’m standing in the rain, just hoping for a better day, I reminisce upon the past and on the things I wish I had but if I'm trying hard enough ill let the cat out of the bag, I'll let the pain out of my mind, that I was hiding all the time that I was forcing deep inside, replaced a smile for a cry, I wondered why, is life so difficult to comprehend, and just when I thought it was over the cycle seems to begin again it seems to be near the end but once again I’m at the beginning, it seems I’m never winning and that this path is never ending, but yet my thoughts are blending like a pina colada smoothie, and am I fulfilling my duty if you never knew me well ill introduce me, but don’t u abuse me, like I’m used to it over and over, I’m feeling a cold shoulder, from a stranger who called me a stoner, but I never smoked an ounce of pot in my entire life, ohh wait is that a lie or is it confusion in my mind now let me change this tone to something just a little bit more positive I'm getting rid of negatives so I can get more compliments, my conscious is a pessimist I try to be an optimist, but yet the people think I should just visit a lobotamist Pharmacists gave me xanax prescribed by my psychologist yet some people just tell me I'd be better with the chronic stick, so I just spit these flows maybe it helps me with my tension or maybe they’re right I should spent time horizontally dancing so I just take my chances with whatever life will give me but there’s always some doubt in me, easier to make the blind see, why is it in life im always going in these circles? how can it be im just a square I have less fun than erkle these purple pills I took I thought they’d help me with the stresses but they were just some nexium to help with indigestion so now my heartburns gone, my heart is still rapidly beating at least I lost the anxiety about this Mexican food im eating

So Amazing (Positive Version) it seems that all my life I've been waiting deciding with patience but I'm finally in your presence an essence straight from the heavens, I dwell on painful memories that disappear when I'm with you, you disappear and I miss you, cherish the moments I get you, and yet you take away my negative thoughts, I like you just the way you are, to me you are my shining star, to find you I will travel far, and I will walk 1000 miles, to get just one glimpse of your smile, and the only way we’ll see denial is in Egypt on the river Nile, I'll make it better, and baby have my umbrella, when its raining in December, its freezing so take my sweater, better get out of the cold, and let our bodies warm each other, come and make mates with my soul, and maybe "make it last forever"(Audio Loop-Keith Sweat Make it last forever) I'm sitting here wondering if you feel the same for me, laying in bed I cannot sleep wish you were next to me, just make a wish and I will grant all of your fantasies and you can rule my kingdom as the women of my greatest dreams.

Surviving Through Years of Lost Optimism I woke up in a dream, but the dream is all I had these people reminisce on the things they never had I often wonder why I’m living in this way but I just let things fly, I have no hopes for a better day The S.T.Y.L.O. Surviving through years of lost optimism, im stuck in a prison, of many decisions and blinded by visions, my conscious has risen, to a plane of existence with distant ambitions and missions following ancient religious traditions, provisions for a greater cause, restricted by a vicious clause, a pause in the system, suspicious facade like living in oz, with crooked laws and crooked cops, destroying the cause, while pockets are robbed and people are left bruised battered and lost, so look at the stars, and make a wish that’s wild and bizarre, we're leading the mob, praying to Buddha, or even Allah, or holding a cross as you pray to your god estoy pensando que la vida solamente esta pasando, en tiempos extraños, el dolor me trae siempre llorando, viviendo cansado, pero siguiendo los mismos pasos, y vivir sin optimismo, yo sigo por varios añ0s, no tengo orgullos altos, ni tengo sueños baratos, pero sigo con mis cantos, escribo un libro falso, un ambiente en mi mente que el tiempo me esta cobrando, y la gente me detiene, que quiere que haga milagros, they want me to grant them all these miracles, that seem so astronomical, they’re draining all my physical energy hoping for critical synergy, leading to some complications, outrageous expectations, im left in a stasis, and the visions make me remember their faces, make me remember the hatred, from those I seem to let down, sometimes I wonder if this cycle will cease to come around, will lead me to a town,

UNDERATED I'm one of the greatest and latest that seems to be underrated with statements that’s hated by atheists and pagans and cancer patients evasive maneuvers through alley and sewers that’s full of manure we're constantly scratching with invisible pickles like Q-bert, its time for renewal, cause this industry needs talent that’s newer, With rhymes that make me nauseated, need the Imodium cure, spit lyrics that’s pure, spit lyrics with the fire, im burning MCs on the mic in hell's kitchen where they retire, I club with 9-irons, breaking caps like rethreaded tires, with rhymes ahead of their time like pregnant drunk chain smoking minors, the ultimate fighter, your mike Tyson the ultimate biter, with corny one liners and rhymes that leave nothing desired I dont know what i'll be doing, if i wasn’t doing this S.T.Y.l.O. Be screwing, up another DJ's Mix this is the way that i be living, confusing everybodies mind this track may be overwritten, im underrated but im fine soy el desconocido, el matador trae el peligro, mi edad tiene ventaja como botellas de vino, me dicen vampiro, no encuentran sangre en los heridos, El camino me ah traído un rincón de mi destino, es loco mi Estilo, mi manera es incomprensible, de alto calibre, me entienden sin tener que decirles, y cuando me mires, es mejor que desaparezcas, o encuentras cortadas frescas y tu menta esta presa, eres niña fresa, te pareces como cualquiera, y tu estilo tiene menos valor que un puño de tierra, debajo de varias piedras, tú solo siempre te entierras, aunque tengas a las fieras tu eres el que traes medias, Has lo que quieras, sige siempre los mismos pasos, hasta que no quede rastro, ya basta no tiene caso si ganes es un milagro mejor has Cancion de Tango aunque siga con los "hits" yo siempre estoy desapreciado I'm underrated on the microphone, I must be missing chromosomes, I'm Always feeling down so they gave me my personal syndrome, am I retarded?, the record skipped before i started, I was cursed for writing poetry to my dearly departed I was told i shouldnt rap no more, unless i make commercial flows, and maybe then ill find success while searching for the pot of gold "I Dont know what Ill Be doing," If i wasnt doing this, probably sell crack and pimping out your lil sis, stealing candy from the kids, saying santa dont exist, and tell them Rudolph's nose is red from all the cocaine that he did, im ruff and rugged, not even granny's spared from muggings i replaced the fruit with goat pellets in your blueberry muffins,