Don't tell me what to do.

Don't tell me what to do.
don't ever tell me what to do.

I don't tell you what to do.
Do I?

I respect your free will as much as my own.

Do what you will, harm none.

I will do the same.
I do what needs 2 b done.
I don't do what doesnt need to be done.
I don't take dictation.
I don't deal with micro-management.
I don't answer rhetorical questions.
I do not tolerate dis-respect, dis-honesty, or dis-trust.
If you want me to cooperate with you,
you will have to start by cooperating with me.
Somebody forgot to tell you,
I'm the muthafukn Boss.

I don't ask nobody for nuthn.

I get mine.

I don't take nuthn from nobody.

I don't have to.

I have everything I need and plenty left over for share.

I don't put my hands on things that don't belong to me.

If I take, I take from what has been stolen from me already.

I consider free-will to be sacred.

I will respect yours just as much as my own as long as you respect mine.

Not from your world...

Im not from your world...

Im from this planet called "Earth".

I've been lied to since birth.

It's all the same story

to stop is to sink

guns, diamonds and gold

blood, paper and ink...

I got this 3rd eye in the middle of my fore-head and I can see right thru you.

Praying Mantis

Praying Mantis I will pray with thee.

I will pray that we will always be free.

I am you and you are me.

Keep your poison to yourself and let me be.

I do not wish to taste your death.

Twisted Beauty.

She's so damn gorgeous

...and so gone...

In a good way,

I suppose...

Like everything that's beautiful is twisted.

The Damned Don't Cry.

The Last of the Queens children

are begging in the streets...

dancing to ancient rythyms

singing in tongues forbidden

remembering forgotten gods

...and praying like the damned

with no tears, for Redemption.

Ninja Chameleon.

Im a ninja chameleon 

blending in with the gentry

standing guard like a sentry

reading the scene like a book I read in elementary

tryn to stay outta the muthufukn penitentary

can anybody hear me?

Beyond the Circus.

Lost at the circus

a scared little boy

cotton candy, clowns and elephants

dancing in the mirrors of his cerebrum

clouds shaped like dragons...

He takes a sip and breathes out fire

and he remembers...

He remembers a time much simpler

close to the land and the sea...

He remembers when things made sense.

He remembers what it feels like to live right.

Beyond the circus

Out of the Big Top

He turns his eyes towards the Sun...

and evaporates into the sky.