Sweat in the eyes, blood in the sand. A soldiers body wrapped in blood stained bands. Night sky killers drop devastations explode. only requiring a single man with a book of codes. 50-50 scoped and spotted ready on stand. Torn apart families screaming this is our land. Day time murders occur a ritual of aim shoot reload. Think about it, all this over a single drug lord. Politicians claiming this battle needs to expand. because it's not their boy getting his own number brand. I caught a glimpse of a UFO among stars I stumbled cross I screamed and yelled and not an answer before the lights went off I ran back to town to tell with a solemn face of a seldom tale greeted with doubt I was I couldn't stand the smell I pleaded for them to believe begged them to investigate but they didn't care they didn't care a bit three days passed since sightings last I couldn't stand the sight at hand something off about the air no one seemed to even care the day was August 9th 1945 the day I ceased to survive I wanna scream inside myself I wanna kill everyone who comes around no control no desire I aim to destroy everything holy found no solace, have found no meaning losing my mind amongst mortal fiends my immortal soul as cliche and bullshit as life is can't take this place of flesh I want to be done I want to kill all watch the world burn if only to sooth myself I wanna scream inside myself I wanna kill everyone who comes around no control no relying on the soul. have found no solace, have found no meaning losing my mind amongst these mortal demons. My immortal soul cliche as life is don't wanna take this place of flesh as it is. I want to be done I want to kill all watch the world burn if only to sooth myself. Bitter taste of denial forged in my tongue, so as grim tales bleed through my words unto my palm. Surrendering the reign of instinct for my muse to conquer, I dread the failure to sustain a dose of numbing nectar. Sweet smell of success rendering useless in my state of immobility, traversing organs across my body. Leaving me breathless for a moment of satisfaction. Aching sadness and raving madness only released through a filter of expansion, and tiresome living becomes my never ending mission. A sorry excuse for a poem, back to square one. I can't help but cradle the idea of a goodbye forever. No more of anything or anyone and someone has yet to tell me the bad in that. I stand by the fact that the only thing keeping this species together is fear. Why do I waste my time writing on this mundane Saturday morning. I ask why will I even title and submit this piece of literary garbage. Maybe some damn soul desperate as me will come across a work of desperation and find solace where I found none. If I could bottle this up like a distillery for the soul this feeling of comfort they called it southern. Born and raised Cuban American with stripes of irrelevant my world became what i wanted when I bottled this feeling, this feeling that has haunted. They called me a jinn for staying within my sanctuary they called me a recluse for leaving society I was a gypsy of my own mind traveling my emotions blind. Now when I captured the feeling they all wanted a piece they said patience a virtue? I demanded peace! He gave me drama, she gave me heartache and now I'm supposed to share my cake? They called me selfish, and a junkie, they told me anything it could take. Because they too wanted to capture the feeling. And if only one thing my honesty is agreeing courage and truth open mind to a different view. They could have captured the feeling but they were too busy fleeing. Feeling as the representative of my nation my pack comes with devils ready to bite like gods turned dogs. Turn your life backwards and make you wonder what you about. My moments of legacy instill motivation I told you I'm tryna builda nation. No superstition mothafucka, keeping with the times yall ignorant artists tempting the minds industry of fakes Kendricks phrase this point I'm tryna make go back a stage fighting my own so I can fight for yall no recognition exclude you from my vision cuz im a soldier Shakurs phrase, I'm on a mission. My blue prints come loaded like Mr Cudi blowin I keep the bowls flowin like my pen sun showin. Where to next, the dog in me like dmx my vices consist of pussy power pride and vengeance though I come back with my cleansense, I've been blessed since birth, cursed to spit these bizarre rhymes that work. Like The Game himself I give a shot out to slim we play the same game one shot to live. I can't resist shadows because they just followers and I can't resist haters cuz they just lovers. We all one I wont stress it enough but when we ill where the fuck our us?