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L.I.f.E. created by T. Fuego

 

All the stars rapping bout Martin Man I lived that show Brotha man from the fif flo eating a samich on a hamick it’s a different world for most that’s a Wayne's World Toast.

Man I made them know if it was up for debate now I'm unleashing why I do this for... 3-4 or more times I push when they won't. In it for life or until they call me the best Looking up from my grave Hearing what they all got to say @ my death

Remembering how my old friends be chill'n with my ex. I don't expect a call, I don't except no favors, I accept that they all know I'm next; So while I'm climbing I can't blame them from attempting to be the reason I fall. Probably hang'n in there just to win a side bet I see no changes, pardoning the weather, seasons, and time. I'm in this for life gambling against death's cousin

I got a lil bro I call Flex He's the man, reminds me of myself... Young Complex. Young Mec with all those women complexes. They dumped on me, but wonder why I left? Dark complexion but when we smile they see that spec, That little light of hope. That way through the night, that once seemed so bright. But they get mislead from the bottom of our chest

A true leader has to follow The best type won't stray off But when it comes to trust you got to get her hands dirty Its a must, because if they’re following and planning to stick around When those flashing lights come on There's glimpses of grim and dust On their bodies too Rock bottom scratches because they were there with you.

Once I hit rock bottom I knew what I had to do. Once my grand ma died I knew it was time that I flew. Around the same time I made a decision that could last a lifetime that won't last forever but it may be for life- A life mimed.

Its time to make it to the top Life's not to short, it’s not promised for long, it’s not promised at all. There's no guarantee I could be wrong But that's not an option that’s not something I can live by This is my life and it’s what I will make of it; never again will I be tongue tied!

Blessed from birth and I'm still breathing Not a bird but I'm still humming Insistent but not related to an insect... Yet I'm still buzzing. This life I stand by looking @ the man in the mirror until the day I die...

Or until the eternal life takes my reflection away...

That isn't just fiction it’s not a figment you never know. Like a vampire that doesn't grow old.

I'm going to make living out my life my number one priority, kind of like an enlightened new oath; thinking alongside mortality, morally right there with you. Grinding Finding searching for that little thing you can trust.

In a life that's not guaranteed Harder to conceive then straight A's because in this world it’s easier to get a D+ Or Double D cups. Is her glass half empty or do I desire to fill her up? That's what I used to say when I would usually get drunk See that dutch? Fill her up! “Neva Never” land man, I used to fly like Peter Pan But that hook got me so now I'm chasing paper like the NFL players, agents, and owners.  Now it's all about the "Bucs"!

When I used to see these girls, I wouldn't give a fuck; just to get my numbers up now envisioning these females I see them as a different species, a mix breed. "Pardon the Perception" of bitch, I call the majority mutts. I could give a fuck less they get undressed in front of my eyes- Unmorally Stretched and I put on my George Jefferson strut!

Life; it is what it is.

I'm going to be fighting peacefully till I get boxed in; Until I find out if I'm in paradise or if I'm getting singed...-Fuego

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An ATM Peace (-_-)

I used to think it was cool if I was apologized to for stepping on another ni**as shoes...

Now the feeling that she gives me leaves me at peace;

For now shoes getting stepped on I could care the least.

That feeling that I used to get, humbled cuz I'm willing, got my mind more open than ever before

and now I'm thinking…

How my foot was in another brother’s path,

why they went astray off their own mission,

 without permission or a pass...

Passing goes without any stopping time;

advanced past go, collecting money like its Monopoly.

Leaving the collection on the floor or the grass in a brown bag,

I have 20/20 vision it’s unnecessary to have an eye glass.

Glass eye like the Monopoly guy...

My name is My Statement(.)

No bars, No prison, No lights,

no right or wrong because your life is determined by positive or negative charges.

right blood, cuz...

 I’m a self proclaimed shining prism.

Back in tack she keep me on track I'm a locomotive,

Von Dutch, she's my train wreck.

She’s listening n' loving my work, n' my passion, and my vision.

Some call it flea; I just carry on for my team. 

You know winning and accomplishing our reality’s dreams. 

Reaching out and going further than beyond is # 3 of our creed.

In direct corralation to the list I abide by,

which happens to be one of my structural beams...

Between Pillars

I be flipping and sticking up without any gymnastics teach, without any drugs or guns in my seat.  My black mask and black gloves match the same color of Smit Da’s Don’s black Bentley jeep...

(hypathecial speech)

Yes now you know I’m flying. 

You know exactly what I’m speaking of without even trying.

 With no attempted shots; she’s my help defense and I’m the trapping guard. 

Both of us wide outs, spread apart, she’s the split end, I’m the flanker...

And I stay on the fly, past go, never falling, like an orange I always peel off em. 

The rind is a rough or tough hardening wrapped around the juicy sweet part of em. 

That’s a part of me though

and

I’m never easing off em(.)

Staying on top past the ripe stage, metaphorically golden.  2010 bringing about the new millenniums’ King Midas...

and

The belief is that a touch from his highness enshrined in gold would bring a lifetime that’s priceless…

And that’s when she said “You speak of forever Young, there’s no need to remind us”. -Fuego

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Metaphorically Speaking

 

Chains!  Chains, Chains.

All these chains seen seem to hold a brotha down.

Change, I haven’t seen no change since I been around.

Since I came about; everyone’s doing the same things they used to.

The same things they’re used too

&

These same chains haven’t changed since slavery produced you

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Me, from the boat

now it’s justified as bling bling blingy.

These same chains will always be linked to represent me.

But I’m not speaking for me.

I’m speaking to the group of men & women who exploit us.

If I’m speaking for myself to the people then I’m choosing to explore me.

I’m against all these chains fighting each day for the brave ones;

Who attempts to constitute change?

Each generation seemingly gets worse, but everything’s not as it seems…

 

I’m ready to break free!

 

Get these god damn chains off me!

  I realized it hearing Kanye West speak, but I’ve felt this since I started praying facing east.  Head bowed representing peace.

Hands entwined together calming the beast;

hands down if I ever get assaulted again or insulted by those who claim to be

Serving & Protecting, I will choose force

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Release,

all that’s entrapped inside;

by any means necessary to defeat what will be lying ahead of me…

Forced to defeat what lays around the head,

metaphorically,

these chains around the neck?

Appearing to lead us all to change & prosperity...

Even though that road always ends up broken

I’m going to continue to break away from the path that the majorities have chosen…

For this is my moment of clarity

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For now the chain is broken.  

Fuego

"You control change"

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Immediate Betrayal

 

As a people we’ve given up trying. 

Poor attempts have been made, leaving no consciousness saved. 

We have exchanged reasons for blame. 

But no longer will that illusion haunt or maim the existence of the choice given to us during creation.  Formed so that we are not the same & that difference causes our likeliness, yet we still choose not to be equals.

Now knowing these theories are what is needed for my survival & it’s what you want………..

Competition or rivals of my life you are to me like the back of my mother, brother.  Now to forgave, rather forget my repentances, whatever follows after will permit without perseverance like the end of a sentence.  Periodically visualizing the demise of our interrelations, rather foreseeing the rise of the structure dreamt through my eyes incepted from your fall.  My senses seasoned through life’s touch on my soul.  Gripping reality like a mother holds onto her dying child; unborn or lost to the wild.  A dyeing mans spray on the world surrounding him even though this is not graffiti art… 

I’m not even an artist.  More forsaken as a lost warrior on the fences attempting to mend what’s left of a relationship between a universe & its kinsmen; talented in all crafts in all dimensions’, who can translate any tongue.  Understand anyone, but myself…

Without wealth, health, & stability there would be no balance; living in an unparallel world through my eyes…

Through my mouth silence; the face portrayed smiling.

 

Fuego

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"Allow Me"

I used to leave the shades up, so that I would know I’d wake up.  Now that I put my black blinds on my room’s window I’m black’n, my mind’s gone like the lights off.  Allowing no shine in, recognizing it’s my time & I’m sharing my time with the female worthy of me choosing; the girl worth amusing.  I’m not funny though.  So I let my swag do the stand-up. 

Drop top Cruise flow- Mission Impossible roller coaster romance, get your hands up

Hello World the bans up!

The love Doctors here without his Hippocratic Oath, never accusing her because I don’t like persecution- No

I would be lien if I said she wasn’t cute when she’s fed up though, yet I’m no lion; I’m her man- Yup

& lying is not in the plans neither is laying down in a stand-off.

The main cause to problems is a lack of communication.  The effects of slacking in the communicating co-relates to the loose trust that gets harder to tighten every time sparring words turn to fighting.

If I were a Titan then she would be a goddess with a trident; who can’t swim & is amphibious but lives only in the shallow end compensating for me. 

Permitting me to figure “IT” out deeply & do as I please, as if she were letting me…

As if she was allowing me to be,

whatever I wanted

to become anything I want to

as long as I’m holding her closest to my heartbeat to & from; protecting all her desires, keeping karma out of possession of her wants.

Fuego

 

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