Woke up this morning, felt like a memory

Look into the mirror, see my worst enemy

Lord, can You help me!? What’s gotten into me?

I’m trying to look around but my neck is in a guillotine

Or maybe its a pillory

Confessions

Let my head rest

It’s killing me

This is my soliloquy

I’m tired of being the nice guy. Muthafucaz crazy

Some of them actually think that they made me

And some that pay me, think that they own me

And some that I let borrow money still owe me

And some wanna clone me. Some wanna clown me

Some wanna test me and step to my boundaries

I ain’t trying to come off hard but for God’s sake

I met pain through Joy and this was heartache

This is my soliloquy

A transformed opus

I don’t trust nobody. Trying to stay focused

Some of y’all feeling me and know why I wrote this

And some of y’all will never understand why I stole shit

I make mistakes, I don't make excuses

I know I ain’t perfect. It's called being human

You think you can stone him and then be like “Deuces!”

While you stand behind your shadow!? Who the fuck you think you fooling!?

This is my soliloquy

Repentance in a poem

My responsibilities were written in a storm

I made my own bed, now I gotta lie in it

But I ain’t gonna lie till I die in it

I can’t undo what’s done but I can still do what’s not done

I’ll face karma. And no, I will not run

He who transgresses must seek forgiveness

And this’ll be the track to serve as my witness

(hook)

This is my soliloquy (2x)

The storm’s on a rise and I’m looking for shelter

Not only can you help me, Lord, can You help us!?

Through my lifetime, I’ve learned a hard lesson

Falling in love is a curse and a blessing

You don’t understand but, trust, once you’ve been there

All you’ll ever wanna do your whole life is get there

I ain’t trying to touch too hard on one subject

So I’m a stop now and leave it hanging like a puppet

I gotta black bucket with a list full of nothings

I’m stuck with. fuck it! Leave your ass with crutches

Something’s going on in this room full of bluffing

One mans greed’s got the whole world suffering

Numbering the process. I’m wondering

When we gonna wake to the pictures that their coloring

This is my life. This is your life. This is our lives. This our kids lives and we still keep mumbling

This is my soliloquy

And now I’m hearing voices

Maybe it's ventriloquy got me making choices

Maybe my ability can croon with the noises

I’m stinging like a killer bee immune to the poison

I use my agility to tune into the sources

Ain’t too many real as me, I use my resources

Now I got you breaking up just like divorce

And make you move like a Dilla beat back into the orbits

This is my soliloquy

Metamorphic forces

I use similes that may seem morbid

Warning. Beat your ass like you was an orphan

Make a girl wanna breakup with her jealous boyfriend

And I ain’t no hardcore gangsta looking horrid

But I also ain’t the type that you’d wanna go to war with

Ain’t no money in music without endorsements

So gather all ya memories and choose what's important

(hook)

(The Gift poem)

I have a little gift I’d love to share with you, I’ll try to

Need can be controlled, that hunger deep inside you

Your destiny is in your hands, I know you’ve cried the nights through

Love but the ones who’ve loved you back, then you’ll begin to fly too