December 2006 AD, the grades drop from A to D,
No pursuit of a lay-dee yet slept on the come up like AZ.
Self-esteem traversing from A to Z, poked by where the pain be,
Goals of getting paid in g's, but 12 dollars an hour can't pay me.
Plans shift more agile than Bailey, when peer pressure be playing me,
Faith and self-control in check, thus my path stands hazy.
So there's obstacles in the schemes to collect stacks the lip-size of Jay-Z,
Forced evolution, educational night-shifts remodel me restless,
With cash decrementing with every call and text messages.
At peace with Allah in spite of the various struggles,
Circumference of problems, confining my life's bubble.
But it's all ahdi, because life is a tragedy like the Mahdi,
And everyone has to play the cards they have been dealt until they denature into dead bodies.
Geniewiz, still synonymous, remain real and honest,
Despite what Shaitan's stacked upon us, we're going to persevere with no problems.
This was a long time coming, but I was deprived of the inspiration,
But now the amalgamation of my desolation and frustration,
Stems the generation of unpredictable metaphors and similes,
Producing the symmetrical style of geniewiz's poetry.

Lacking an arrest record, yet I'm the genius behind these bars,
My crime was the possession of an art that left versatility scarred.
Celly digits change often, fell for her but never softened,
The crooked system has no outs so we must stand firm until we end up in the coffin.
Depleted pockets for friends but they will never pay you back in the end,
Yet more classes mean more books and more bucks to spend.
At times life is twisted due to the recursive problems,
Baited the eagle with a female and that's what cost him.
His children, his legs, his freedom and fam,
We're too feeble-minded to understand how these hardships appends to Allah's plans.
And that's me once again, with that interchangeable rant,
Where I only observe other people's lives pointing up like a logical 'and'.
But it's illogical man, piecing together the sins committed to deserve this,
For society to hold us down, ravage our faith and make us feel worthless.
Life used to amaze me; there were so many positive signs,
But now there is only the scarcity of white crystals on the ground, reflecting the sunshine.
Gamble in life with the cards you've been distributed despite what your finance and race is,
Yet my ambitions consist of turning my hand to quad aces.
The all-in-moment only emerges in extreme cases,
But I reel back to my senses without the influence of close faces.

Geniewiz, evolution's greatest achievement in one from multiple pieces,
Equipped with all strengths but lacking the defects of all other species.
Rejuvenated with paani, aka the Dasani,
Revolutionary mind of Gandhi with the fresh scent of Armani.
Sleight of hand like mechanics, lacking the demonic principle of mechanics,
Economic paranoia got me in continual panic ever since my soul turned satanic.
Ever since the empty account, due to the requirements of shelter,
Taken advantage of by the government like Aboriginal elders.
Lodged at the back of the mind, the guilt eats me away,
How individuals could so easily withdraw my fear and leave me dismayed.
Because I know that it pains when the attached ones turn disloyal,
Time spoils brothers to foils that egress as snakes through the soil.
Seems like the salt bag was never wholly exhausted,
Loyalty, you never fully lost it, but that degree of closeness is what the cost is.
Conflicted ethics butchers a brotherhood with no traces for forensics,
Rewriting the genetics of a friendship to a minimal obscured away in the appendix.
Never take a bullet for his back unless he will pull you back and take it for you,
Your two-man team quarter back for you, not the one who will demand the quarter back from you.
Betrayal comes in numerous variations, tell tales for a bill's appreciation,
Back talks and trash talks for a friend's humiliation,
After he just snatched you out of a 911 interrogation.
Curiosity turned to an obsession, realized after the set up was done,
There are snakes in life, but you too will slide through the jungle, so don't judge no one.
Regrets puncture the heart, but pride dissembles the weakness,
But without an apology, the truth was generated for the tautology seekers.
Mindset shifting, taste buds salivating for new flavours,
Lifestyle of a saint is the goal but in reality is impossible labour.
Insomnia results in blood blockage, lacking liquid to the arm sockets,
Fasting fills me with the taste of vomit, so I'm left incompetent to lock onto my multiple targets.
Despite no white blanket of winter, my heart is still frozen like glass,
So if you broke it, don't stick around unless you're ready to be ruptured by the pieces that lasted.
Energy from sunlight to assist sleeping during solo nights,
Where memories flow back to warm this beating block composed of polar ice.
And now it's a brand new year, but nothing truly has changed,
Contemplating whether the weather will allow a sunrise to overtake the hazel and rain.

January 27, 2007

Bitter lessons are the only lessons of reality,
Truth is we'll never be able to achieve equality.
The crooked become leaders and the good lack vitality,
That's why Shakespearean tragedies all end with fatalities.

Animality and Brutality, you're thinking Mortal Kombat,
Bring your heads back to the right place like Tony Ja in Ong Bak.
Poetically, I'm talking about life, death, and beyond that,
To have you thinking twice before you decide to palm gats.

Reside where the calm's at, get back to the hustle,
But when a scuffle's on, I pop enemies open like Ruffles.
Shuffle cards, educate, strengthen the ties and,
Take these strings of characters towards the horizon.

Began being ghost-written, now I have foes dripping,
Of sweat and plasma, catch them when they're most slipping.
Many want ho's stripping, but I just want one dime,
A billion dollar coin extracted from a gold mine.


Leaves the rest outshined,
With her design of an intellectual mind, hoping we'll grind in due time.
All in blind, catch pocket nines and face Aces,
Flop a set, bad beat the rockets and flush chases.

My basis for bad play, infuriating foes,
Because I'm generating dough with every one of my blows.
My flow can be fast or slow, soft or extreme,
Burned in the DNA coding compiled by the supreme being.

Some seeds grow queens, who cop the clean green,
Others grow fiends that forsake their team.
Seems like proctors want to judge me, with a letter grade,
But only Allah can judge, others only care about pay.

The spade draws never hit me, the straight draws never hit me,
The stray draws never hit viewers they only split thee.
Growing every split second, but the garments still fit me,
Yet my luck is downhill whether I'm broke or chip lead.


Believe it or not Ripley, my skin is phasing chlorine,
I'm breaking it down slowly like Casein protein.
Embracing the gleam that's outlining my exterior,
Rising beyond humanity, sprouted from the inferior.

A serial emcee killer, that was raised off the blinds,
Now I see I'm behind the rest, so I race after time.
Pace after mine, but never again chase after girls,
I chase after chips the way Sparrow chase after Pearls.

They hurl stones to protect, the poor don't war with tech,
They war with cheap teks and bombs around their necks.
Lacking paper the colour of Shrek, for the sake of their fam,
They seek help from false leaders who supply the demand.

Shaitan's team lengthens, we're all joining the roster,
A united Mother Earth? Nah it's clear we lost her.
So I blast the impostors until nobody's left breathing,
Leave them to worship their demons, their faith is believing.


Grieving with too much pain inside, but too many clouds on it,
I got too much pride, and I'm too proud of it.
I vowed to stay real, so I'm defining my morals,
Warm heart for the true, an ice block during quarrels.

It's a rare thing, but ultimately these thoughts get to me,
Where I'm questioning life in the form of poetry.
Because everything's falling apart, cash flow in check,
Despite a 2-grand bursary, I'm still in mad debt.

Let it be known to the planet, that I was spoiled in Dhaka,
Learned the meaning of poverty when we lacked the Taka.
For the inner circle, this should be no shocker,
That we owned the school, skipped thriving the skills of Soccer.

Lived marvels, when Allah gave me an answer,
A response more beautiful than any song on your Sansa.
Influences of Technique, and Mahdi in this artwork,
Master's back home, puts you here as a corner store clerk.


I'm putting in work, train with forearms of steel,
Emotions concealed, y'all baffled how I'm keeping it real.
I could never reveal my secrets, knowledge I seek it,
Blood their physique will leak it, when my name they speak it.

The forbidden I'll peak it, your style critique it,
Spines oblique it, my technique stays undefeated.
My antique antics, hip hop my form of expression,
Profession in the war reviving me from the Great Depression.

Without X, and the force of time beside me,
Geniewiz the one man army who knows where allies be.
But I realize that the shady are out to expand their circle,
So I put weapons on their backs like Ninja Turtles.

That's spitting shells, splitting shells, no one can attack me,
Putting dots on their faces until they're filled with acne.
Get more than quick glances, you'll all be staring,
Analyzing my style, compute the burden I'm bearing.


Tearing up verses, I'm shredding the mic,
Gaze at my art, as I proofread what I write.
Every bar spaced out, pages of poems,
Vocals leave beats laced out flesh to the bones.

Bangladesh is my home, that's where the heart is,
The genesis of geniewiz, that's where it started.
The brave hearted heroes, the freedom fighters,
Fluxing through my blood, my pencil is the freedom writer.


They say give nothing, and expect nil,
But that's the virus turning the whole world ill.
Be the dim light, when their hope decomposes,
Be the concrete with no soil giving birth to roses.

February 13, 2008

Bonds beyond broken, utterances unspoken,
You're left coping with the tokens of betrayal, and I'm hoping,
You're not soaking over my mistakes, I'll do what it takes,
I beg for your forgiveness, I'm no longer that snake.

The heartaches and the heart breaks, I realize it now,
Saw the fake in the mirror, and I despise him now,
The sun sinks below the horizon, we reflect on the day,
And I'm still surprising myself how I had nothing to say.

I knelt for Allah's forgiveness, but I still felt cold,
I did a hundred good deeds, but couldn't let go,
I still hold on to the evil I built, hardened into guilt,
Breaking my stone cold interior into fabric softer than silk.

Nothing but white milk on the screen, I begin to write,
Trying to make things right, and heal the snake bites.
In spite of the pride and grim inside me, I owe you this debt,
But now you've gone away, leaving me with my regrets.


Flipping back through the yearbook pages in wonder,
Reading the esoteric farewell before the start of the summer.
The pain and remorse from within formed into liquid,
Refuelling the virus inside that I'm already sick with.

Your message longer than the longest, deeper than the deepest,
And I was faker than counterfeit, cheaper than the cheapest.
I betrayed not only you but my thesis of existence,
That's why I can't blame you for keeping your distance.

Curl seventy pounds for strength, but a girl has me hurting,
Over hundred pounds in shoulders, but can't hold her burden.
Push far over my body weight on the bench-press,
But I'm too stressed to push this weight off my chest.

Progressed through the many barriers which I'll never forget,
Some without a sweat despite a set of vets issuing threats.
In spite of the pride and grim inside me, I owe you this debt,
But now you've gone away, leaving me with my regrets.


This verse goes out to all the people I've wronged,
Erased our chemistry as I broke our chemical bonds.
Brought you along for the trip, and ditched you on the road,
Break my back betraying my code, I can't handle that load.

To my parents I owe my life, yet I've dishonoured them,
Forgive that I have to say that through ink on a pen.
To my friends forgive if I cowered away or told you a lie,
Or be content that Allah will judge me after the day that I die.

There's much sorrow inside, for what I've done to my brother,
One of few to stand for me and take one bullet after another.
For all the times I've let you down, went outside our bounds,
Wound up frowning due to the tone of my sound.

Drown in a tub of shame for the adults I caused pain to,
Who tried to help me find my way but I stood against you.
And to the almighty Allah, forgive any sin that may last,
And help me stash my regrets away into the grey past.


August 18, 2008
Edited: Sept 7, 2008

The sun soars above the horizon as we rise like water vapour,
Heading off to school or a job just to make paper.
Sitting in cubicles with books or answering calls,
Or standing on corners all night waiting for the day to fall.

In the casino, testing our luck just to flip bills,
Amazing how shapes on cards can send our spine chills.
Freezing time still, I analyze where we live,
Where a dime to a dime piece is more than attractive.

Through my perspective, I'm reflecting how it changed me,
A club of cash flow, with Satan I exchanged keys.
You can't break even, you gotta make a profit,
Cuz after your shift you gotta return with a loaded pocket.

For the money some are breaking backs chopping trees,
For the fast money, some are making stacks chopping ki's.
Then on their shopping spree, with their big figures,
They're dropping g's on bling to dick gold diggers.


But my mind's bigger, I'm not on that level,
If this is our society then you can call me a rebel.
My rhymes are more than messages hinted on beats,
My life is more than presidents printed on sheets.

In the streets, DEA's watching in concealed whips,
When they bust cases, promotion gives them more chips.
Prosecutors caking putting hustlers behind bars,
Judges lock em up, more taxes to fund prison yards.

The homeless open jars, begging for donations,
We live in dough nations, use that in quotations.
Doctors won't let go of patients cuz they're losing cheques,
Bandits need benjamins so they're holding up teks.

Salesmen distorting specs, they need to make sales,
Lawyers squeeze every bill out you before they make bail.
Every summer I gotta invest Joules to make cream,
Cuz my team is trapped in the system forever chasing green.


On rehab, I'm trying to get clean of my polluted traces,
I computed ways to get paid with suited Aces.
Executed days with night shifts, finite flips,
This realm had a grip on my life to turn it lifeless.

Like dirty diapers, homey I need a change,
They pass me in Vipers to add salt to the pain.
But I gotta maintain, my saga has a purpose,
I don't serve the Illuminati only Allah has my service.

I studied this society, the patterns and the trends,
Blood is just liquid, they put family below friends.
The time spent with fam stripped to basics,
No conversation, it's enough just to see faces.

At the base meal times we eat apart,
Asynchronous, when one ends the other starts.
Keeping our cards hidden, like 7 card stud,
Here an atom of cash is thicker than a gallon of blood.


Look at the lifestyle, it's bikinis and hard liquor,
Fking ho's, then at home have the wife bicker.
The lights flicker, bills with no cash has you in the hole,
But with the money they got they let the dice roll.

And the women, every day they need new shoes,
Mask their face with make-up and shine with new jewels.
Though they're treated cruel, they got the currency,
The luxurious life grounds them on their knees.

Talk about bad beats, homey I got scuffed up,
Fifteen hundred dollars, quads got me roughed up.
Masses got me puffed up, but in terms of money,
I'm getting snuffed tryina bluff in pots with dummies.

I've chased many bunnies, now they're out of sight,
And engraved in the agony that my poetry recites.
I keep my game tight, so I can profit off the loose,
Get that bread right, I'll cop it when they lose.


Against my AK, with the 4-7 offsuit,
Hope my pair holds up against the hot pursuit.
Get the loot when it holds up, mining in this gold rush,
Leave you dusted in a hole, homey your roll's up.

Earth shifted its pole up, bro I feel the heat,
Fam before future, heaven's under my mother's feet.
But there's a fleet of inner problems, we getting divided,
Over obtuse issues my pride has me misguided.

Money got me one-sided, my ethics evaporated,
My lyrics saturated with cash, it can't be separated.
Crimes coin related, Iraq wars and drug wars,
Theft and mob wars, they let the slugs pour.

But like an XOR, me and you are not the same,
You worship banknotes, I blame it for all the pain,
Left stains and corrupted my every particle,
I want out but I'm gripped by its tentacles.

April 10, 2008
Edited: June 7, 2008

Meteors crash, prophets foreshadowed my arrival
Mice chase cheetahs, the kings of the jungle turn suicidal
Rivals drop swords for survival, while tribal music drops
Black clouds curtain blue skies while newborn stars attire sunspots
Angels carry sabres, heaven is infiltrated by the devil
The rebuilt twin towers collapse far below the ground zero level
The earth trembles, sinners sent back to their birth planet to pay the price
Molecules defy all laws of physics, time frozen like Blaine in a block of ice
A butterfly spreads its wings and outputs a tornado
The Earth splits in pieces as lava's vomited from volcanoes
An army of archers cross the desert, mounted on horses
Guard the Genie at all costs, who's surrounded by sorcerers
It's time for revolution, but time is frozen
So I consume fire potion regardless to any threat that's posing
Take one look at time, exhale and flame it
With full force, I restore its life and I tame it
Cuz this is my time, my life, my hates
My thoughts, my cash, my death, my fate
Whether you're part of it or not, I'll tell you in one sentence
Whether you like it or not, what's mine has established my presence

September 11, 2005

If the case is I do not change direction and pace,
I'll be placed into the surface of negative space.
The flush chase for a price, that I sacrifice,
But at times my life is iced on the snake eyes of the dice.

Go ahead and read me my rights, I was pushed to this region,
Faith depleted so I sought help from the demon.
Maybe I just looked for a reason to get away from the aisle,
Join the vile who's hearts pump the cold blood of reptiles.

Always walking the miles, any step may be my last,
An outcast since childhood, a constant contrast.
The present built by every nanosecond of the past,
The man in the mirror built by every fragment of the glass.

So screw the bling money brings, I'm an ice breaker,
Like firms in competitive markets I'm a price taker.
The life takers, gamblers, dealers, and thieves,
We could have walked into heaven, but Shaitan's stolen our keys.



I'm flipping back some pages, investigate my mental,
Powerful set of ethics, but for her my eyes twinkle.
Like a pimple, my heart popping out, I'm baring the weakness,
And now I'm distinct from who I was, I'm showing the uniqueness.

Speak less than I used to, thoughts override my speech,
I just want my degree and dip, never retain what they teach.
Drained my bad luck, the function now on the rise,
Then fatigued my good luck, my stack back towards its demise.

Peer into my eyes, and reflect on your reflection,
What you did, it's what you didn't, reason for the rejection.
I'm far from perfection, and now I'm being pushed farther,
To thrive and prosper I'm being pushed by my father.

I'm thinking why bother to pursuit, when I'm lacking the heart,
Three years deep, a future to which I want no part.
Despite despising money, I'm always on its chase,
But not the gutshot straights, cuz my luck's not great.



Like Travolta in Face/Off my cards got no face,
And when I got my Big Slick AK, the board's got no Ace.
Got no space in my life for blanks, only the elite,
I stand on my own feet, only cuz of those who built the concrete.

Gave me food to eat, hope in times of defeat,
A needed beat, in the theatre of success, saved me a seat.
Even in deep sleep my eyes are in rapid movement,
Cuz staying steady and still, was never coded in my blueprint.

March 2, 2008

Another word break inverses my mood in a heartbeat,
Back-biting slices trust because it's jaws are sharper than shark teeth.
Sharper than the quality of Ericsson cams,
And the truth will eventually get broken down with a battering ram.

But I guess what went around came around I'm just collecting what I deserve,
Pondering whether forgiveness is an option after what I observed,
Questioning why people's pleasures precedes their love,
Where loyalty resides when push comes to shove.

And while my mind jumbles physics because that's the task at grasp,
I thank Allah for the clear field as my maker submerged the grass,
Prepared and adaptive no matter what my synonym throws at me,
Because they're out to split us like the civil war between Iraqis.

Shuffle chips between fingers simultaneously with my thoughts,
Calm the self because stressing pulls heart attacks like a blood clot.
Life is beautiful, got home through the directions of a blind man,
Percuss Spanish in the ear drums, and the home-tongue of Thailand.

No recollection of a more solid faith than these recent times,
Doubts in the back of the mind were broken down like enzymes.
But now I'm watching life crumble, setting fire to bridges and links,
Building bread towers, and then watching them shrink.

They grow and decline like muscle contractions,
Questioning my ethics, they assign judgement on my actions.
They can't relate or comprehend me, can't see through my perspective,
Won't critisize them but it's a shame how that realm has them captive.

From surveys, to Road Runner, now it's Synchronoss,
What's a friend who's mind you never cross.
Favour for a favour? Nah, I learned to expect nothing,
Struggles never calm down, the future always holds something.

Forget dumbells, my shoulder work-out is pushing the burden,
So I put in the work and make my way back on the 4 Hurdman.
Knowledge is power, so I'm constantly learning,
So one day I could put a smile on those who carry my surname.

Those that permitted my birth, granted my privilege to breathe,
Guided my first steps, nurtured me from a seed.
Yet I disrespect them, exhibit no affection,
Put others before them, and keep a distant connection.

Mad at the world, yeah I'm mad at god,
Praying to heat the cold blood but I feel like a fraud.
Trust so few in the squad, but who can I blame?
Been disloyal myself, reflect and drown in the shame.

Who fathoms the pain? What am I saying?
If it's never exposed, and if teardrops never rain?
Why am I mad? Is it the continuous chase for the cash?
Or is it the result of warm relationships combusting to ash?

Am I mad at you, or the kid in the mirror?
Four years get nearer, but the passage is not getting any clearer.
Forced insomnia, four hours of sleep,
But I feel no effect, like an adrenaline leak.

Juggling multiple tasks and I'm losing control,
Losing my goals and principles as snake eyes are on the dice roll.
My role on this planet consists of a single purpose,
To follow Muhammad's ways and grant Allah all my services.

But the bond is unstable, easily turn fable,
Everytime faith medicates me, Shaitan turns the tables.
Blessed for a short duration, walked in Allah's path,
But was weak enough to be lured out by Shaitan's stash.

Faith remain liquid, integrity stay leaking,
The clock remain ticking, Geniewiz remain seeking,
For a better way, better pay, better match ratio,
But all this world ever grants me are conclusions that are cold and racial.

The friend circle changes often, only a few remain anchored,
Kept my heart pampered but now another one has the shield tampered.
Twenty years on the planet, uncountable breaths I took,
Personality was second, first requirement was the looks.

But now I've confused myself, what and why am I chasing?
Who am I selecting, and who am I replacing?
What is it about her, why is the heart so liquid?
What's the feature she possesses that she's so sick with?

Why the collision of decisions, explain the madness,
Like my personality's split in divisions, and they're all feeling the sadness.
Shot for the moon but landed and got burned in the sun,
This matter's too complex like the square root of negative one.

On guard perpetually, paranoid from the three strikes,
Nas needs One Mic, I need one love not three past likes.
And certainly not be Ross and have three past wives,
But the cost is this is my one, first, current, and last life.

Extended my hands, was ready to put on the cuffs,
Thought I couldn't get enough until I found out she's in love with the puffs.
And she's been bluffing me, and she's been bluffing herself,
Effacing her perfections as she damages her health.

Friendships need sacrifices, but she says I'm tryina control,
Cuz she doesn't realize everytime that cylinder is lit, she's burning my soul.
Cuz I'm stuck with a heart that stays shattered, its veins remain tattered,
And linked to a mind that retains painful matters.

Strained eyes are blurry, but are far from tearful,
Laugh excessively, but I'm far from cheerful.
The seven-month summary, I'm sharpening the blurred,
This is my life on paper, it's more than rhyming of words.

August 1, 2007

Parsing the phenomenon perceived through my perspective,
Pencil presenting the present, past and prospective.
In the reflective state, with my right wrist defective,
Deceptive setting, since when was loyalty an elective?

Selective of what's mine, betrayal I hate to tackle,
Many apples in the field, but too many worms in the apples.
My first sense hears the rattle, take a reality dose,
My second sense smells the rat, homey I'm getting close.

Third sense sees the source, clear pact polluted in mud,
Their fourth is going to catch a taste of their own blood.
My fifth sense feels the piece aimed at the deceitful,
My sixth sense now spots another one of my dead people.

They said we're equal, then tell me why's my fam struggling,
Hustling, while others got millions they're juggling?
To levitate from the Earth, we must first go through the dirt,
Don't have to blurt it out, like frequency know how much it Hertz.


Not a rebel to the good, but times I flirt with the devil,
Quirky thoughts reside in the mental, lurk in the upper levels.
Don't judge those that live by the gat and slinging pebbles,
They're just alchemists trying to get gold with the aid of metals.

Minus the treble, I'm going down to the base of the lies,
But face it, you'll never get it like the last digit of pi.
I'm on the rise lyrically, never recycling bars,
Everything's being noted by the two angels like Bicycle cards.

Finally discharged one of Mon goals like the army of Khan,
Getting Big like Pun, fight gravity as I'm forcing the tons.
Feel the sunburn, pull with the back and curl with the biceps,
Push with the chest and shoulders, support with the triceps.

Kept my priorities in order, stay chizzled like shark teeth,
Spark heat, like a sawtooth you see the sharp peaks.
In these dark streets, crackheads sniffing until they become OD'd,
Yeah you hooked, but like an 'R' you're a line away from it, B.


Don't you see, these kids wanna g, so they roll in factions,
But they're open circuits, they got no current plan of action,
To grow and build, instead they're decaying like uranium,
In the path of negative continuum, they need to turn pi radians.

Their gradients are infinite, that's why people change so fast,
Again the low-pass filter gives you the basics, and lets it blast.
Reprehend the past, time stays on the enemy side,
Strong ties with allies, only the wise and strong survive.

Without pride I'm nothing, just like without a soul you're nil,
A walking drone with no purpose, with no emotions to feel.
Devotion to the real, my loyalty is more than phrase gifts,
Because I value its magnitude, I keep zero phase shift.

In the circle, stay rigid through the troughs and the crests,
Progress through the thick and thin, and the various tests.
Found my weaknesses, I'm ready to turn them around,
To my brothers and my sisters, I'll never again let you down.


She let me drown in an ocean of tears, man I thought I had that,
Perfection, she was too close like two faces in Blackjack.
But instead she was two-faced just like a fake nickel,
Spit her saliva in my heart and let the blood ripple.

Ripping apart the ventricles, my pen riddles my brain,
I'm the truth teller, behind the other doors is the liar's domain.
My mind's in a higher plane, pitch black is my attire,
I burn bridges with no remorse, never looking back at the fire.

Sager and more fierce than Morpheus, serving more fiends with morphine,
Who are morphing into toothpicks, lacking body protein.
Many seen my ideals and morals, not too many feel this,
They're complex and twisted like the DNA helix.

I'm still chasing the cash, awaiting the revolution,
Because money still runs the world, a pitiful evolution.
My resolutions for the new year, stand behind what I swore,
Open my mind, but don't hesitate to close and seal doors.


Assess all actions, and only be afraid of Allah,
Sort out my ethics, and abide by those strict set of laws.
Let their names not exist, until I witness their presence,
Speak less, listen more and study the lessons.

Lessen the stressing, and take life as a blessing,
My synonym takes me towards the path that I was destined.
Nesting in a world with boundless woe and too many wrongs,
But what doesn't kill me, will only make me strong.

January 6, 2008

Buffers overflow, point to foreheads and deference foes.
PC Walk algorithm to march through their vessel nodes.
Leave the core of their ventricles torn,
As I liquidate the linked lists responsible for their blood flow.
Come in multiple moulds for a uniform purpose like template classes,
And unleash havoc on all of your primitive asses.
My polymorphic behaviour, in parallel realities,
All cause bloodshed like Shakespearean tragedies.
Geniewiz, a derived class of the Great Genghis Khan,
The weaponless warrior, stand up to an empire and exchange blows for my praan.
Protect my brothers to ensure no pain can penetrate their chassis,
Because we're all here through the protected fields of our base classes.
Money runs the world so it's the paper we run after,
The origin of betrayals of your friends despite years of brotherhood and laughter.
Lead by fallacious leaders, who guide us to the streets of self destruction,
The good-hearted gain power only to be gunned down, or engulfed by corruption.
Time-travel to the past despite the paradox that limits laymen,
And shove a blade into the chest of the inventor of currency payments.
And transfer that waste of matter into the correct universe,
Then fade away so centuries proceeding I'll experience rebirth.
This Earth we reside in, where evil prevails righteous logic,
Since we're all imperfect because perfection is asymptotic.
Yet mankind believes it dominates the food chain,
Even though viruses display zero signs of pain when they adapt to humanity's most destructive flames.

My aim is to get through your brain this message I carry,
How we're unable to parry the manipulation methods the system married.
How many best friends, partners, brothers and sisters,
Disintegrated decades of trust for the forms money consists of.
Selling drugs, bodies & parts right out of the socket,
Even getting medicare results in cash being subtracted from your pocket.
Every child is born equal, sinless and healthy,
But it's the money that splits us into the poor, middle-class, rich and wealthy.

Just when we think things picked up after so many ages,
Fate forces you to reel back to the very first pages.
From the middle class, arrived to this realm with negative cash,
Because we were in debt to those who gave us hospitality in a flash.
Worth trash in their eyes, no car or television to entertain us
Thus the poverty and struggle is what eventually changed us.
Mother fasting, so the kids can have food and attire.
Father, from IBCS to delivering AD Bags and flyers.
Ego and pride is genetic so welfare was behind us,
Forced to get by with minimum wage and wait for success to find us.
Packaged graphics of hard times, yet never had my temper burst,
Because your true strength are your actions when everything positive in your life takes a twist for the worst.
It seems like three out of us four are living in chains,
Broken nose then a shotgun aimed over a ball game.
Leg problems, arm spasms, damaged ears.
Constant tears, because the army increased in number over the years.
Two heart attacks and fainted, flashbacks as I wrote this,
Forever living with the dishonour that I knew and wouldn't have noticed.
And then you wonder why I say my heart's colder than Mercury's nights,
I saw him unconscious and yet didn't feel the slightest fright.
Ashamed to clean the man who pampered me since birth,
In my guilt, are where my true enemies lurk.

Untruthfully labelled one a snitch for perverse justifications,
Before he took his life, never apologized for my false fabrications.
But regrets are powerless and provide null satisfaction,
But I'm contrite because I still attempted to back up my actions.
To add fuel to the fire, for her I reached his funeral,
These memories disgust me as drinking water out of a urinal.
Sitting at the bleachers, final attempts to win her heart over,
Those happy moments, sting back like a venomous cobra.
Second pitch, swung the bat, but missed it again.
The youthful mindset kept me from transcending the limit of friends.
No hijab or garment can restrain absolute beauty,
Three words changed me, sole window of opportunity.
But now that window's locked forever, feel the after-burns of the fire,
Because duration and distance deflected her desires.
Dooshman, translates to enemies from Hindi,
They're time, failure, and the guilt within me.

Nothing is unbreakable, absorb this chosen knowledge.
Aqueous sodium chloride melted from warm hearts frozen solid.
Rare peaceful times to jumble thoughts, breathe out, breathe in,
During cloudy summers, when trees are shook by the force of the wind.
Resume breathing the poison when those moments cease,
Death is the antidote which we'll procure when we may rest in peace.
Was ready to go until I envisioned the world subtract me,
Irrelevant changes, except three holes in my family tree.
Initiate the sprinklers, as words represent temp feelings,
Nicknamed 'Rest in Peace' in messengers starting with the closest key links.
As your body is lowered, everyone gets the final chance of reminiscing,
Because after that life goes on since you're the past and too depressing.
But I cannot place blame, that's the way of the world,
Revolutions bring new days and new times as the planet twirls.
Giving us an opportunity to emigrate from the horrific past that made us,
Which we must never forget, despite the luxuries the future pays us.

May 11, 2006

Yo I'm trying to breathe, but life's choke has me breathless,
I'm trying to dream but nightmares got me restless.
God sent me down, but the devil robbed me empty,
Through sinning, greed and excitement, with bills he tempt me.

My grades traversing the alphabet, A to D,
Down to F, I'm losing focus to say the least.
There's a beast inside me formed by my environment,
Which depleated my bankroll, so I look for jobs hiring.

Conspiring of schemes of acquiring papers with pictures,
Consumed by the dark side, I was absent in lectures.
Went from Architecture's games to cards in the abyss,
Pounds above our wrists to the gambling genesis.

How did we come to this, a shameful present,
Cuz when you lose bread, the whole world is unpleasant.
I'm still learning my lessons, making days out my nights,
Need to wisen and move on to the next phase of my life.


But as we proceed in the dimension of time,
My life's only downward sloping as it takes all that is mine.
Every penny I got and more to increase my debt,
Heavy money, the magnitude of how obese my bets.

Paid off my sets and my quads, the joys of deception,
Flopping monsters, slow play them to perfection.
Crack em with the suited connections, multiply my stack,
Check raising and watching birds fly in my trap.

It's got me hooked like crack, but what was it worth,
Over five g stacks, through such few hours of work.
Then I got a shower of hurt, dropped from the clouds,
Watch the grey skies curtain the days I was proud.


Left me shrouded in the mist, from me they took 3 grand,
Removed the pavement, replaced it with quicksand.
It's just sick man, how I keep coming back,
Whether it's hold 'em, war, or a hand in Blackjack.

Insomniac, how can I sleep through the stress,
Of owing grands on my Visa, my state is depressed.
Excessive spending with no cash flowing in,
Itching to log in but must keep myself from going in.

Knowing whether I cash out or not, I'm reversing the pay,
Balling days getting red shifted as they're moving away.
In the jungle of employment, need to rebuild the towers,
Rifle locking on prey moving over 12 dollars an hour.

Sunsets gave me a green flash, was getting that green cash.
My stash incrementing as I smoked rivals to ash.
My rep hypen like a dash, for the 7 deuce bluffs,
But I've had enough of it all, I'm breaking out the cuffs.


Cuz I'm towards my downfall at a constant speed,
No forces acting on me now, I'm freed from the force of greed.
But on my knees I plead to Allah, don't let me return,
To the pre and post-flop betting, the river and turn.

I share my prayers with y'all, this is the last time I swear it,
If money is the root of evil, greed tells us to square it.
Used to be confined in that realm like quarks in neutrons,
But now I eject one step at a time, just like chess pawns.

I've been brainwashed, then dried, mindstate westernized,
It's darkest before dawn and the sun's about to rise.
I bust back at the devil, as I break out of his cage,
I'm done reading my opponent, now I'm turning the page.

May 12, 2008