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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

crackilackin

Im a sickly, frail dude.
 I got hope, and i try to keep trying
. ..hoping that someday, everything, 
will be, MORE than just ok. 
Im tired of lying, all this fake rhyming.
pretending it has a point......but,.
who cares? haha........everybody cares
they all wanna help me, they put in the effort
and they never gonna shelf me....i got 
unlimited support, and quite a few resor---
--sez, its a shame , that theres no, one to blame
but myself, for my situtations stagnant air, 
but you say, you always ask, why I  sit right there
every day, every way, it dont matter what you say i always-
-stay, in my shell, but...you see, I DO care--- theres a
 rift, inbetween, reality-assuming
when you make, a mistake, its cuz you were presuming-----

what you see, sometimes don't, correlate too well
to the truth of what that is, whats inside, that shell
what you see, is the opposite of what , im implying
whats white, is really black, whats true...I am denying.   





Tranylcypromine (rap)


Tranylcypromine
Its not quite what it seems
But what I really thought it means
The name is powerful, it seems
When I was in my teens
On me people leaned
I hoped that, Tranylcypromine
Would make me clean
But nevertheless
What i take, doesn’t work
Thus Im permanently banned
To forums where I lurk
  I see facebook pictures
Of girls I like
Sometimes, sometimes
My hope is in sight
But the light, the end of the tunnel
I can see it, sometimes it gets really bright
But I cant take it lightly, or ill let it out of my sight
Cuz I don’t got might but I do got fight
At least a little bit, I know ill still slip
the lord seems to help if I go under and flip
So I don’t have to sit, I don’t have to quit
Ill just keep trying, cuz im not a piece of shit
Or should I think I am, because if so, then
I wouldn’t ever get stuck up, but then my pen
It likes to rhyme, it doesn’t like to push away
The truth flows outta me when I pray, or I say
So help me lord, I know you hear my prayer,
I know you see me hiding in my makeshift lair
I know its not fair, but I’m tired of my cares
Just take my shares, just help me up the stairs
You know I cant do this, by myself ill miss it,
I ve got no power, I always fail so I diss this
Im an empty, open book, ready too get took
Just open your arms wide, and take a big look
I really do need you , even if I forget
I don’t wanna get punished, but I know ive got debt
Just please let, fill me and make me set
Make me wanna do your work, make me fly like a jet
You know your cool, you know im a fool,
You know when im in pain, I will fall down and drool
You know Im a dual personalitied fellow
With a conscience and heart, as bendable as jello
You got this lord, help me trust that you will do so
Let my hope and my joy, outta my actions let it flow
make my eyes glow, my personality show
Your love and power, let them see it, and know.



Rap number 1#

Theres various ways, that we use today
To solve our problems , this is what I say
With insight, and, an algorithimic way
Right now im gonna tell u what I learned today
An algorithim is a very logical rule
Guarantees, a solution , even if u a fool
But insight, its different, it’s the inverse rule
Its illogical, its abstract , a lot more cool

Heuristic describes a thinking strategy
It helps u make judgments more efficiently
U can solve a problem, without much as much effort
but its more error prone, but faster in court

than the algorithmic way, I learned today
Confirmation bias is a kinda lame way
that we----confirm our perceptions, and our preconceptions
to support our false claims , it’s a dangerous way

justification, your own obliteration,
that’s the kinda stuff that gets to destroy nations
but it can be fixed, if your willing to change
the way you think, ….but u wont, that’s why its really kinda strange

fixations inability to look at a problem
from a another perspective , its keeps u from solve them
be u stubborn, its just the human way
u stick to your mindset, u  think its ok

mental set, a way to do a problem
the same old way, every single time u solve them
its developed by your past ones, turning out successful
cuz u wouldn’t do a thing, that could might be distressful

functional fixedness, is a concrete way
the tendency to think things ina  concrete way
screwdrivers cant ever do nothing else
never can they be a way to do something else

it just gets so old, every day im being told----------------that i
cant do a thing cuz it aint fit the mold-------of my
teaching, bleaching my fake affiliation    of my
nations’ belief that we all be creations



but….I know that you see, that there is more to me
a lot more to me, than simply just what you see
the reason I asks cuz im not quite free ,
I assure you when I am, youll see the real me
Ive always been messed up ever since I can remember cuz i
Member in december I was 5     …………..cant find no rhymes no more.
I was good be 4, but I always want more
It don’t matter what its for, its always seem like it’s a chore  ……….i always
Wait till the last chance the very point at which I cant
Become what I want to be, shun, that which isn’t me
Trust in him who comforts me, and choose the choice that makes me free    I
Hate that which I have become,  I hate this never having fun
Complicated such it is,  I don’t know why I cannot say, why     
I, am a helpless dude. I function like a selfish prude  
I Think im always right (of course)  
Help me Lord? Can you afford it?
If you can afford me, it'd be nice if you'd restore me.. 

I just had to act,  in front of quite a few people….but it
Wasn’t very hard..I acted crazy,
i dont know quite why, i still get nervous, cuz
my whole life, Ive ALWAYS been crazy

i eats this many Xtasy Pillz