This is my notebook damnit, a hopeless romantic with no family and no home planet in all of the known galaxies, no batteries no goals no plan no fantasies, in slow-motion no guarantees but I flow oceans apparently, ferocious mythical dragon and lyrical madman, Im the clinical details of a cynical bastard, the ministers dreams in his biblical chatter, Im winning and I matter, Im a singing fucking rapper.

I LOVE YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE TOO.

Civil war in my head, 

try to say what I think but thought about what was said,

 so my long lasting plan is a battle in a sense..,

Im molding castles out of sand with my imaginary friends.

SCHMÄCK! SCHMÄÄÄCK!

Loving is my dream, in all perspectives, no stutter in my words its the method, checked and corrected, tested, perfected and blessed with the essence of herb, and in the presence of my girl Im afloat, I try to clean my head but aint got no fucking soap.

MEDIA SYNCHRONIZE US on the wrong freq.

A bittersweet dream, the realest remain real, 

the richest will set goals so most of us pay bills,

the sickest remain dope, the dopers will stay fiends, 

 and bitches will stay hoes in most of my daydreams, 

Im blame it on a model girl with a hollywood smile.

 

Im fucking tired, tired of fucking, I seem to get laid,
try to navigate and handle it but half of what I say-
is the madness of my brain when it refuses to reason,
my pocket' full of change, the new currency for freedom,
have no worries I believe that I can fly-, touch the sky,
making change for better ways as heavyweights collide,
on the seventh day there better be a better way cause I,
can see eleven and eleven in every peace of mind,
breathe and than I breathe is my meaning of time,
I trust rhymes, courage, highs and burning sensations,
Im learning patience, worried by my cursing and creating,
a disturbing combination in a nervous conversation,
every word i play is making a mistake i will regret it,
Im turning pages while Im playing chess against the heavens,
de-pression in my chest but I am blessed to even have it,
as habit I will gamble doesnt matter what the stakes are,
do it for the love and for the mad stacks of paper,

living is funny still playing on the edge,
making images of money and printing em from my head,

Instabil, stilla tar jag de minsta kliv mot inbillning. En vild gissning i blind vinkel o vinglar in fast finns inte. Minns ingenting, har nästan tappat tron, kronan kvar men hål i plånboken. Fortfarande.

 Spänner bågen, släpper taget, väljer mellan frågor fastän fast med tanken som facit, lampan trasig, med handen kring glaset ramlar jag baklänges, som vanligt.

 Vardagen. Klarvaken, sparsmakat sagel på fläckig skjorta, väck mig om du orkar, sätt dig i soffan, knäck en, softa, kämpa, somna. Längta, hångla, förvänta, krångla, trängs, fånga, flämta, somna.

 Likstank & knivskarpa prislappar.

When the music stops its my finger is on the play/pause-button.

I think a lot about the past in a present tense, 

and try o make my thoughts last and resonance.

I dont give a fuck like nuns.

You choose how you do it, never no excuses, 

whether by the rules or braking em for amusement, 

truth is, I did it all for the music,
it fuels my movement in how ever way I tune it.

I was seven when I noticed I was heavy but a featherweight,

eleven started flowing and recording it in seventh grade,

Love, sparks a fire & burnmarks from desire.

Truth is, I did it all for the music.