Wednesday, September 4, 2024

Lift-Off

            We thought we had all we needed to keep our planet safe and secure from alien weapons. All of our advanced technology we thought we needed to protect ourselves were nothing but toys. No one cared to ask the right question because the people smart enough to ask them were not invited to those secret meetings our officials spend behind closed doors. All that education. All those medals and for what. Money doomed us entirely and all because the elitist wanted to play favorites.
They laughed in our faces then because we thought we could save the world. They black listed our potential simply because we did not fit their idea of what a member should be. They did everything but work as a species and for that our entire world is now extinct. Few people did their best to alert the public. They did what they could to bring awareness but because those in charge had other plans no one listened. Sure they incorporated their warnings in shows and movies, even in books. They brought biblical scriptures into the mix. Anything to awaken people from the dangers looming before us.
By then, we were all too late to make a difference. They are coming no matter what we do. All we could do now is see the warnings come to fruition. The elitist played their role as best they could. They blasted their rockets off into orbit thinking they had all the answers. They released their best actors to inform the people, “All is well.” They thought they could arm Earth with the best expensive shields and weapons to fend off intruders from outer space. They truly believed all their inheritance would be the key, would be enough, to save their home and everyone living in it.
Who knows. Maybe in some alternate reality or some other dimension they were right. Unfortunately, in this reality, things did not pan out as so. Their unlimited wealth and gadgets were not as advanced as we hope them to be. The rest of the world watched helplessly as our self-entitled rulers bravely put on a show of perseverance. What else were they to do? Cowardly run to their bunkers? Escape to some near Earth like planet in their private rockets? They are just as doomed as the rest of the world is. No one could escape the grasp of the intruders making their way to Earth. Not a single one.
It all began one simple day in a quiet observatory by some unknown astrologer. At the time, as unstable the world is, all seemed to be according to plan. That is until our unknown astrologer noticed an anomaly not too far from Pluto. As weeks progressed, they noticed the anomaly carried characteristics to that of a ship and that ship was growing in size. Not to mention the anomaly had companions surrounding its voyage to us. Naturally, bells were rung and just like that the world no longer had borders or nations. By some miracle mankind finally learned to worked together as a species.
Let’s not get carried away though. Even in events such as galactic invasions only certain personnel are entitled to give their opinion and orders. Only those with degrees and status are inclined to make heavy decisions for the masses. They figured a room full of educated minds is more than enough to solve unimaginable scenarios. Hard work and a creative team with experience is what saves humanity and all of Earths inhabitants. We thought, more so hoped.
We were told our brightest minds did all they could to prevent an all out war with these visitors. They told us they sent coded messages informing these visitors we are a peaceful race and wish to make peace with them once they make contact. Yet that never stopped these alien visitors from approaching Earth. In fact, these visitors never replied. They simply stayed on course to us. Our rockets lift-off into space carrying a few brave souls willing to face these quiet visitors. We watched for months praying these visitors were peaceful.
We stood on edge wondering what these visitors wanted. Once they neared Saturn, every secret society suddenly made themselves known. Week after week, revelations of these elite societies magically spilled all their secrets thinking the time was ripe to let all be known. All their illegal acts just went across everyone’s head for we were all too distracted by the invasion occurring above us. Their secrets kept pouring and though some arrests were made the untouchable stayed untouched. Every conspiracy theory held some truth, even if those too farfetched to be considered true.
We were told not to panic when we stopped receiving updates from the space shuttle we sent months ago. Their live feed, “Must be facing some technical shortage,” they said. “A minor glitch is all.” We were denied access to footage of the shuttle from our satellites in fear it may cause people to jump to conclusions. By then we no longer referred to them as visitors. They were on their way to invade and no one could tell us otherwise. People working on the matter swore those visitors mean trouble.
By the time these invaders reached Jupiter, our human defenders began to arm our planet with whatever weapon they could forge. Plans from all sorts of letters and numbers were in place for which ever outcome may occur. We as a species came together to do our best to keep ourselves alive. We thought and brainstorm any and all possible scenarios hoping they were enough. Our greatest disadvantage was our language barrier, not from each other, but from our invading visitors. We were more concerned about communicating with aliens than we were to each other. Would the irony be enough to spare us from annihilation?
We as a race did everything we could to perceive an image of unity and peace. We pretended to make nice with each other in hopes to give the impression that Earthlings are a race of progress and resilience. Our officials wrote laws mirroring Noah’s commandments thinking that was the key to change these invaders mind from launching an all out extinction of mankind. How poorly we forget we stored all our glorious history in data any alien with a pulse can interpret. We are at their mercy. We always were. We simply did not want to believe.
They were in our view now. We need no telescope for they were visible in the sky. Were we ready to face off in an all out war? Or were we making history by meeting our very first peaceful extraterrestrial encounter? We set our satellites in place thinking we had all we needed to keep our planet safe from alien weapons. We waited for the first strike. The world stood still as we all watched for the first time in human history the presence of alien life. They were near Mars now. Moving ever so closer to Earth.
The ship grew bigger than expected. A massive lumpy rock with needles protruding throughout its surface outlined its exterior. It’s smaller companions, it seemed, orbited like an atom’s protons and neutrons. They stopped miles away from our moon. The moment of truth arrived before our very eyes. They came without a warning. They gave no sign of a peaceful greeting. They simply hovered in space. Analyzing from afar.
Are they here to enlighten us with knowledge beyond our understanding? Were they here to open a new road for us to take for trade and travel? Or are they here to show mankind what an angry God can do. We remained glued to the sky anticipating a reaction from our foreign visitors. We hoped they were visitors and not invaders. We prayed. Crossed our fingers. We did every superstitious move in the book that brought the best outcome. Anything to convince our visitors not to aim their weapons at us.
In a split second, we got our answer. We did everything we thought needed possible to shield us from alien threats. We constructed advanced tools known to man in attempts to protect us from alien weapons. We thought we had all we needed to save our world. All our technology were mere toys in comparison to our invading visitors. All our satellites we sent into orbit we thought would be enough to spare our planet from total destruction. We neglected the idea that Earth may not be the only planet that needs protection.
The alien visitors we thought were coming for us were in fact coming for our very own star. The only source that gave us human life on Earth was taken in mere seconds. Total darkness engulfed our sky illuminating the boundless galaxies roaming beyond in the universe. Our moon dimmed bringing forth a winter unlike never imagined. Our sun, our warmth, was gone forever. Our seas froze eternally. Nature withered indefinitely. All life on Earth went into hibernation. Never to live again.

Tuesday, May 7, 2024

Spree

I came to them willingly. Ready to offer myself to whatever deity they claim as their salvation. I entered their circle with perfect trust, no ties to the outside world. I bid my farewell to the few who knew me long before I stepped foot at their doorstep. There was nothing for me in this world. Nothing but constant disappointments and false hope. I could no longer bare the weight of despair. My longing to break free from my prison led me to them. They found me at the right time, in the right place.

They welcomed me with open arms. Sheltered me from the cold. Fed me until I could no more and clothed me in fine silk. They showered me with lavish privileges I could only dream of. They opened a whole new world for me to indulge. They adopted me as their own with no prejudice. Only they could see right through me. I could not hide the heaviness I carried from them. They wanted nothing more than to end my suffering. They delivered what I prayed to God every night. I need only to ask.
And so I came to them willingly. Ready to set sail on my eternal journey to the abyss. I was ready to go gentle into that goodnight. This world had nothing more to offer me, nothing good at least. For far too long did I tolerate vile and unholiness of the world. I could no longer fake another smile. Greet ungrateful energies, let alone shake their hand. I was sick of the world and the beings it produced. I was mad at God for bringing me bad energies and cruel people. Night after night I asked, “Why must you bring me these kind of children?”
“When will my tribe find me?” I asked and I prayed but God remained silent. Year after year I stood watching dreams come true. All but my own. Night after night, I lay in bed asking until I found myself empty and hollow. I sat in the dark with a blade to my skin. It’s tip dug into my flesh but no blood poured. I lacked courage but the will was there. Calling every night. Begging to cross that bridge. Yearning to be free from the torment my mind clung to year after year. In the depths of my despair, they found me.
They need not say a word for they knew. They could read my mind, feel the pain in my eyes. They embraced me, not because I was broken but because I was one of them; returning home from a long journey. They need not doubt my decision or distract me from making another. They simply prepared the feast for the celebration we would soon partake. Together we prepared ourselves to meet with God. We dined, we praised. We rejoiced in the daylight. We sang with the birds and the creatures of the forest.
I sat beside our Father, our brothers and sisters before us. Our God stood above us all, watching. We ate and danced. Our song echoed in the trees. We celebrated not my death but my union back to the source. I was ready. I am ready to leave the world behind. To enter the abyss. Disperse into tiny pieces of space dust and fuse back with nature. My time could not come any sooner. I looked around me one last time. Felt the warmth emitting from the sun. I took one last breath and whispered, “Goodbye.”
The other side had more to offer than what the physical world has given me. There is more I could do over there than what I can accomplish here on Earth. No beauty held in comparison than what the other side bares. I would know for I had witness it before. They say once you have crossed over (and come back) you’ll never want to leave. Could be why I crave to end the life I was given. Maybe I’m far too gone to be repaired. Only they welcomed me as is. They sought not to change me but to free me.
Thus as night fell, I offered myself to them willingly. With perfect trust I gave myself to God. I stood before my brothers and sisters ready for Father to free me from my body. With an audience from God, Father spoke to us. He spoke of love and freedom. Touched our hearts with kind words and moving metaphors. Together we reminisced of how cruel this world can be and what wonders we can conjure. Father praised my bravery. I closed my eyes one last time and prepared myself to feel Father’s sacred blade on my neck. My time could not come any sooner.
A gentle breeze swooned by us. Echoes in the night rippled all around. With my adopted family before me I waited for Father to do his part. As the moment for my end to come lingered, a slight heaviness weighed on my head. A crown made of gems and crystals sparkled above me. I looked beside me and noticed Father praising. I stood dumbfounded. “Father?” I asked not sure of what to say. Was I not meeting my end tonight? Is this part of the process? I cared not for answers. I simply wanted to not exist.
My brothers and sisters praised along side Father. Their cheers rang like ceremonial bells chiming a new dawn. A new beginning. As twilight broke in the distance Father beamed, “My brave son.” He embraced me tightly. His love everlasting. “We have chosen you to guide, to lead, us to a new chapter. We have elected you as our supreme to be the next heir to this tired world.” I knew nothing of what he spoke. I looked around and suddenly felt surrounded. “For you see,” Father continued, “We will be the awakening.”
“We will blast God’s trumpet throughout the world with the screams of those who remain silent.” Father spoke of a deed I knew nothing about. I wanted to run but I was surrounded. “We will begin his rein by awakening man’s true nature.” Our brothers and sisters praised. Their chants rang like sirens. “We are the cause that ricochets a global awareness. Those who remain, or chose to remain, dormant will no longer have a shadow to seek shelter. This world has been asleep for far too long.” Father paused, “No more!”
“Out from the ashes,” Father now addressed me, “We rise with you as our supreme.”
“Have you deceived me Father?” I asked. “Am I to prolong my death once more? Am I to continue this agony?” My eyes swelled with tears. I was ready. I am ready. “I don’t want to be a part of no one’s agenda. Not Gods, not Satan. I just want to disappear into the abyss and never exist.” I backed away but Father held my hand. He was gentle and kind and caring. My brothers and sisters continued their praise. Their hands stretched into the heavens. Their choir expanding into the universe.
“I would never deceive you my son.” Father answered. “I have come to know your heart and your mind. Your spirit and your divine.” He held me in his arms. “You have been blessed beyond our understanding. It is you we have prayed for. You are everything we ever wanted and more. God has delivered us our prayer in you, my boy. That is why we unanimously elected you to lead our brigade.” We were now face to face. “You will lead us all into a brave new world.” We stood before our brothers and sisters praising the heavens and the hell we were to unleash.
Unbeknownst to me, I was crowned a leader to people I never knew existed. Beyond my brothers and sisters, I were to rule a world prime for harvest. Strangers far and wide would come to me for advise. Seek my presence and value my every word. I’m not sure what exactly Father saw in me but for some reason I was everything they were missing. All along I thought I found a cult willing to accept me as their sacrifice to please their deity. Here I was thinking my newly found family would be so eager to send me off as a gift to their God. How foolish of me to think escaping the human experience would be easy.
I wanted to return their wonderful gifts. To respectfully decline their offer but how could I? As much as I tried I could not say no. My fate was sealed the moment I stepped foot at their doorstep. I wanted a meaningful way out and in return I was given the role of a supreme. I reminisced the countless nights I spent with Father and how I expressed my longing to not exist. The endless conversations we had now seemed like a setup. I blushed as I remembered how I overshared my thoughts to Father thinking he understood me.
All this time he saw me not as an offering but as a tool for their agenda. As I sat on the throne, I reflected the past seven years I spent with my adopted family. Is that all I ever was to them, a tool? Was I just made to be their scapegoat? Am I just someone they can place all the blame, point to if things go wrong? The crown above me glimmered. My scepter lay diagonal on my lap. My subjects sat before me plotting away their commands given by me. They dressed me in fine silk. Fed me to no end.
They were good to me. I looked around. Am I just another martyr for them to idolize? I pondered, would my origins simply become legends for them to share with their kids, and their kids? I am no leader, no supreme. I am but a body, a vessel, for them to dump their misfortunes on. Oh how I wish their plan to be flawed. Fortunate for them they have me to lead the way. To make sure all their manifestations come to fruition. “I should have been gone by now,” I told myself. Instead, I’m tethered to the very same world I wanted to escape.
Once all the pieces were in place, our plan to awaken the world was in motion. We all play a role and ours is not for the faint of heart. We, agents of chaos, are essential for the development of human progress. Tonight, we will give no more reasons for the rest of the world to remain dormant. Flight or fight. Those are the only option. For far too long have we patiently been expecting people to find the light. We gently asked but to no avail. Thus, we have raised our expectations.
Chaos is the only means to awaken those who remain dormant. Disorder is the only cause that helps us find common sense. Where some flourish in peace, others thrive in hell. As for the rest of us, we simply want to watch the world burn. Never tell people to do what they love because some love to murder. Be wary of who you encourage to follow their passion because to some their passion may lead to hell on earth. No one ever enabled me to lead with my heart. No one ever expected anything from me. Yet here I sat on a throne made of gold and a crown decked in crystals and gems.
In a single night, all hell broke loose. A mass simultaneous murder spree ran rampant on a global scale. Gods trumpet of the apocalypse roared as screams of torture spilled out into the streets. No home was spared from our hands. No law chained us to be obedient. Our members range from civilian to officials. We are the omnipotent. We know all the codes to everyone’s security locks. We know all the blueprints to every panic room. No one is safe. Regardless of wealth or status. The apocalypse, man’s judgment, is our destiny.
“Please don’t do this.” They all begged. One psychotic member relished as he slit the throat of his victim while others bound, watched. “You don’t have to do this!” They implored. We said nothing for we as a society had over a thousand years of words to say. Now is a time for action. Our psychotic member stood before his next victim. He locked his victims head between his thigh and forced open their left eye. A small bottle of industrial glue he held in his hand hovered inches away from his victims eye. “Please!” They screamed, “Don’t,” as he squeezed the bottle.

Monday, March 4, 2024

Project: Bombshell

            Between you and me, there are certain information that must be kept in the dark. This kind of information too confidential to be made public can break even the best of scholars. For legal reasons I myself cannot share with you said classified information directly. Don’t get me wrong, there are loopholes that allow me to release these unfathomable atrocities. Through the means of fictional scenarios, I am able to express all that I know without persecution. Bare with me for though as outrageous and fictitious it may be, the world has witness stranger things.
            Keep in mind the sole reason as to why such ridiculous information must and should be kept hidden from the public. Not to keep the people ignorant but to maintain a sense of order. Government officials mean well. Why else would they be, and remain, in office. Having everything out in the open is not as rewarding as you would assume. Other wise there would be civil unrest all year round. People would continue to occupy state capitals or worse, raid them. Luck it be, we are dealing with fictional scenarios.
            Events such as raiding the capital is what fiction is all about. There is no comprehensible way that could ever happen for the laws set before us would prevent an escalation. There are chain of commands that one must go through before ever setting foot on capital grounds. But before I go on a tangent, allow me to share with you an insightful plot deemed too unreal to be true. I trust you will keep this between us or for the very least remain anonymous with your shares.
            You see, in my field of expertise, I have access to countless information no one must repeat; let alone emulate as a plot for some movie. These classified files I was entrusted to, “Get rid of,” I on occasion read a few or two. Some of the information I managed to read have already made it to the general public consensus by the means of fictional books that later were adapted to movies and shows. These classified files date back further than you can imagine.
            The more I was tasked to store and delete these classified information, the more I began to paint a picture as to where we as a civilization are heading. You wouldn’t believe me even if I showed you the damn files myself. This fictional story I share with you is only a glimpse. A small window to the mind of our overlords goals for the masses. You may laugh them off as fiction but know they exist. They exist for I exist in pen and paper as skin and bones.
            Knowing what I know, I realize and make sense as to why things are the way they are. Why the world functions the way it does. But I alone cannot change the course of time. I alone cannot right the wrongs of many generations before me. I can only express them through the best form people seem to understand, story telling. Through the means of literature can I escape the torment that follows if I ever break my oath. Literature is my endgame.
            With this in mind, allow me to share with you a piece of the puzzle to the ever expanding conspiracy theory. What you are about to read is pure fiction and nothing more. A short disclaimer, the events taken place in this dramatized story is inspired by true events. Events I read on paper I was ordered to, “Get rid of.” I am not responsible for how your reality shifts upon finishing this tall tale of wonder. Proceed at your own risk.
            “Will this work?” The president of the United States asked as he finished reading a file given to him by his trustees. He analyzed, trying to wrap his mind around such an impossible task. “This seems too illogical.” He criticized, “It’s pseudoscience at best but can this truly work?” He turned to his trustees once more. Two men in white coats stood before the President. They remained silent. “How am I to convince the people of this if what you expect me to say sounds too illogical.”
            “We expect you to do your part.” One answered shortly after.
            They stood motionless as the President read his lines again. The information given to him to regurgitate to the general mass would certainly raise eyebrows but what more could he do. With the world at the brink of awakening this new project looming will without a doubt break the camels back. People will no longer be naïve. Their suspicion will peak interest even to the clueless of minds. The President read his lines once more. Then addressed his trustees.
            “Gentlemen,” The President began, “We do not need more people waking up to the truth. The chemicals alone won’t be enough. If you decide to go through with this, you will have more people to deal with. You won’t be able to silence them all.” His trustees remained silent, motionless. “There will be more civil unrest.” The President finished, “Circus and bread. Without it, expect the nation to perish.”
            “We expect you to do your part.” One repeated.
            “You plan on detonating how many nuclear bombs exactly?” The President spoke out of character. “A comet the size of Texas? That’s your red herring. You truly believe people will be convinced by all of that?” His two trustees stood before him with a glazed look in their eyes. They seemed distant, spaced out but present. “You will only cause more people to raise suspicion and that is the last thing we need.” The President leaned back in his chair, brainstorming for other possible explanations.
            “We expect you to do your part.” One of his trustees repeated, dry and monotone.
            “I don’t mean to break character.” The President explained. “I know my role. I’m just not convinced by the science behind this project. You want me to convince the people that we are going to detonate,” he skimmed through the papers before him, “Four nuclear bombs in our own back yard and two in Japan to alter Earth’s orbit from the sun.” He paused to get some agreement from his trustees. They remained detached. Their eyes empty and hollow.
            “Even by a few meters,” the President added, “It all screams pseudoscience. You mean to tell me with a couple of nuclear bombs we can shift Earth’s orbit off by just a fraction?” His trustees stood silent. “And your reasoning is that some asteroid big enough to split Earth in half is on its way towards us.” The President sat in dismay. He analyzed the data his trustees gathered for him to process. The math, graphs and charts each made sense to some degree.
            “If this works,” the President concluded, “How will we know that Earth will remain in the goldilocks zone?” He looked at his trustees. “How will we know that Earth won’t go off course? If we manage to shift Earth’s orbit around the sun, how will we know Earth won’t collide with the other neighboring planets?” He skimmed through the pages he held in his hand. “Your research says nothing about that.” His trustees turned to each other then back at him.
            “Let us worry about that.” One answered. “We will do our part.”
            “We expect you to do yours.” The other repeated.
            History came and went as planned. By detonating nuclear bombs at certain regions on Earth we were made to believe in the impossible. And yet the impossible proved us wrong. We watched as the bombs fell. Heard its demonic explosion echo in the air. Felt its fire spread hell on Earth. One after the other, their plot to rid Earth from the universe was in full effect. If war did not rid man from existence then the next best thing would be to get rid of man’s home, Earth.
            What we tend to overlook is the fact that we as humans don’t bother to ask the right question. Maybe because we narrow our focus to things that only deemed of importance to us. But us are not we and we are not you. Just because you say the sky is blue does not mean the sky is in fact blue. To some the sky may be gray or at certain times the sky may be orange. Not everyone sees the same even if they are seeing the same thing.
            These creatures I have mentioned have been with us long before man tamed fire. They carry themselves as guardians. Some kind of protectors of the galaxy but if you ask me the only thing they are protecting is their own interest. They don’t think of us as their equals. They don’t even think of us as their slaves. All they are really doing is exploiting the human race for all our resources. At least that’s what the files I’ve been ordered to get rid of say.
            Take what you’ve read with a grain of salt. Believe at your own expense. Trust is no longer on the table. The only thing we can do, moving forward, is proceed with caution. Seeing is believing they say but in this day of age even sight can be deceiving. Now remember if anyone asks we never met. This never happened and you didn’t hear it from me.

Friday, October 13, 2023

Woke

I be hella woke
The matrix is a joke
I be hella woke
The simulation broke

I done woke up the sheeple
I done cited We The People
I done helped us be equal
I’m no longer an illegal

One thing you gone know of me
Is this bomb ass energy
Everything favors me
Fuck around and see
You should team with me

Be about it, queen
I can make a bigger scene
Are you even keen?
Ima have you looking like a messy teen

You been expose
I got codes
You got foes
I meet my goals
You a joke
You want me on your side now that I be hella woke

I be hella woke
The matrix is a joke
I be hella woke
The simulation broke

They want me herding all these lost goats now
They want me swearing under oath like Ima take a vow
They wanna limit what I be saying somehow
Do they not know that I be just a feline, meow

I got my sources
I got a multitude of special forces
A universal aid of unfathomable proportions
Don’t let me be the reason why you need your four horses

I done broke out of their simulation
I’m earning money off of their deception
People invest in me now that I got their attention
I speak affirmations
Manifestations
Incantations

I be hella woke
The matrix is a joke
I be hella woke
The simulation broke

Friday, July 21, 2023

Abracadabra

Abracadabra, speak it to existence
I create things without any resistance
I manifest all the good life can bring
Abracadabra all of my favorite things

This is a lesson not meant for the weak
Abracadabra: create as you speak
Abundance of goods is all that I seek
Keep me surrounded by my favorite geeks

I got my blessings
My sun, moon, rising
They synchronizing
Materializing

I read the signs
They synchronize
Harmonize
I get what’s mine

Abracadabra

I read the signs
They synchronize
Harmonize
I get what’s mine

I be running a coven of witches
I fuck with them ‘cuz they be some bad bitches
I share with them all of my golden riches
I share with them all of my premonitions

Writing it downwards gets rid of bad juju
Writing it upwards is meant for good juju
Go manifest all the good life can bring
Abracadabra all of your favorite things

I got my blessings
My sun, moon, rising
Synchronizing
Harmonizing

I read the signs
They synchronize
Harmonize
I get what’s mine

Abracadabra

I read the signs
They synchronize
Harmonize
I get what’s mine

(Abracadabra) Bring me some good fun
See me in the sky, leave ‘em all stun
Do what you will and harm none
Burn me at the stake like bathin’ in the sun

I don’t mean to brag
You not see how I secure the bag?
It’ll leave you in a gag
No I don’t need to snag

I’m not worried about you
Emulating all that I do
You on me like glue
Catch these blessings bobo
I’m not worried about you

You don’t know me
Come fuck with me
Empowerment is my specialty
Abracadabra so mote it be
Untether yourself go set thee free

Abracadabra

I read the signs
They synchronize
Harmonize
I get what’s mine

Friday, May 26, 2023

Top

You not finna

You not finna bust before I do
Thinking you can fix my bad attitude
He like me better when in the nude
I do him like we always in a feud
My dude be hogging me from all the tops
I look best when I get on top
When on top you gonna wish I never stop
Slow it down baby I’m about to pop

He a goodie, I’m a baddie
I be the one who he calls daddy
He a cutie, he a hottie
He like how I get rowdy
He make my eyes roll, roll, roll, roll, roll
His stroke game be out of control
He can’t put me down, he eats me whole
I’m on him like I’m trynna save his soul

I look good when on top
When on top you gonna wish I never stop

I be an asset no liability
I be ageing like wine, respectfully
I be riding on him shamelessly
This club kid music drops outrageously
All of those inches bring out the best
Have me begging for some time to rest
He wants me even when I be a mess
I be his prize, with me he is blessed

He busts a nut as soon as I get on it
He like the way I get on it
He likes me so much he put a ring on it
He obsess, claims ownership on it

I look good when on top
When on top you gonna wish I never stop

Friday, March 3, 2023

Legacy Supremacy

From sea to sea
You’re here with me
Together conquering the galaxy

From obscurity
To eternity
Sky full of stars, you some how notice me

Ancestors I call to thee joyful with glee
You hear me, you’re with me, you answer instantly
You bless me, you love me, take good care of me
It’s a flex not an act

I got it like that
Asset so phat
Net-worth so phat
Swagger so phat

Yeah, this be that supremacy
Legacy supremacy
Legacy supremacy
I got it like that

In love with that sweet hard earned money
I ain’t gotta ask you for some money
It’s all good pa; I got me, ma
I’m accustomed to that good life ma
I’m spoiled and at times bratty
So you don’t like me but they fuck with me
Ima still be someone’s sugar, baby

Ancestors I call to thee joyful with glee
You hear me, you’re with me, you answer instantly
You bless me, you love me, take good care of me
It’s a flex not an act

I got it like that
Asset so phat
Net-worth so phat
Swagger so phat

Yeah, this be that supremacy
Legacy supremacy
Legacy supremacy
I got it like that

I ain’t gotta shake these demons off of me
Ima have them do my bidding, wait and see
I got honey on my altar, that’s my fame
I can purify, I can slay, I can tame

Bring out your boss bitch

Lets go!

I got it like that
Swagger so phat
I got it like that