You looking at the grand wizard
Warlord, vocal chord so vicious
And I don’t have to show riches
To pull up, pull off with some bad bitches
And it ain’t about chivalry
It’s about dope lyrics and delivery
It’s about my persona
Ain’t nothing like a man that can do what he wanna
Thank God when I bless the mic
You finally get to hear the shit that you like
I keep the paper stacked in layers like baklavas
Even though they give us ours free, like the Amistad
I know I’m sort of pompous, no type of moral compass
Go right the fuck up in your mouth like I’m the orthodontist
Your construction
Smells of corruption
I manipulate to recreate
This air to ground saga
Gotta launder my karma
I said hallelujah to the sixteen loyal fans
You’ll get down on your mothafuckin’ knees
And it’s time for your sickness again
Yeah, we can take it
Good news on an endless spree
Good because we made it
When mama’s not around
There’s no telling what we’ll do when we’re free
Say your suntan fades away
And check my suitcase back to El Rey
The king is dead and I’m moving on
“Until I no longer have the strength to love you”.
RIP, Catherine.
Je voudrais pouvoir t’aimer; Deux ans, trois ans, dix ans
T’aimer, jusqu’à ce que la force de t’aimer me manque
Que le bonheur de t’aimer s’estompe
Afin que je puisse aimer quelqu’un d’autre que toi; Quelqu’autre chose que toi
I had no idea video game tournaments had gotten this big.
Almost makes me wish I was still a gamer.
At the moment, this while I’m trying to keep my face in my book.
Wreck a party like it don’t matter
Smash it up
Dead guitar
Broken beat maker
If I could, I’d trade it all for an automator
Here it comes
Chaly got the power, John Boy got the amps to match
He’s climbing up the tower to tap in to make our scratch
Good standing card carrying Jersey boys crank it up to a higher level
U-haul cross the state line, don’t fuck with a Jersey devil
Hell bound, hopeless for you
Nothing left to hold onto
Hell bound helpless, it’s true
This crimson crystal view
So my mentorship is going great, and Ive decided Im going to take my art in the direction of illustration and freelancing in concept art and designs for card games like Magic etc. I’ll use animation and its constant drawing to refine my draftsmenship
Ive taken time off from martial arts for a while now, finishing therapy was wild, and Ive needed to coast and let life be placid. Having said that, Ive shopped around my goals for ffs and I have a common consensus that the reference I’ve chosen should be quite achievable, which is nice as the person I used was my first pick to how I wanted my face to look post op (i chose someone with similar features already, so it should all go ok). Im in no rush to do this, but its good to have that knowledge that multiple surgeons think this is doable.
As far as life goes, still just training, keto diet, solo drilling ziranmen and HEMA on weekends, starting back to Judo monday.
Let no machine eat away our dream
Baby, take my hand, let’s go together
No surprise, the wound lives in your eyes
A needle shining like a diamond in the desert
Saw you in a dream and your eyes were bright
Stark, staring mad with a terrible light
Everything you said, well it didn’t sound right
And the way you grinned it was a terrible sight
Could it be me, I’ve been walking in my sleep
Laughing and a grinning at the people that I meet
Was I wrong or was I right?
Thought I saw a devil or an angel in the night
Hot air hangs like a dead man
From a white oak tree
People sitting on porches
Thinking how things used to be
The neighborhood was changing
Strangers moving in
A new boy fell for a local girl
When she made eyes at him
She was young and pretty
No stranger to other men
But windows were being locked at night
Old lines were drawn again
I thought these things
Didn’t matter anymore
I thought all that blood
Had been shed long ago
Dark night
It’s a dark night
Brownsville, home of the brave
Put in work in the street like a slave
Keep rugged dress code
Always in this stress mode
(That shit will send you to your grave)
So?
