[Raw J]
I feel so misunderstood
so I write these rhymes tryin to relate

but it sho aint easy

[Oatmeal]

now as this poetry flows in me
I try to keep my edge
and at the same time

I'm findin time to keep my paintbrush wet
if you know me then you follow
if not, its hard to swallow

the pursuit for keepin in live
versus those who chase the bread
many rhymes misunderstood

and I stand by every line
and I kept it on the under
dont go snatchin my wine

the poured soul in solitude
days spent forever bent
with heavensent words, unheard

what's the chances?
too many dances with the devil
will level your whole plan

my vocal illustration in an aerosol can
a mic in hand, and funny how them sands
will slip away, regret-a waste of time

spent yesterday, best to play your cards right
a hard nights work when bills are due
and dues will get paid just the same

in due time, we refrain
from cuttin them shorts
16 pieces breakin down entire royal courts

its for the takin

[Hook]

when the music changes mode, I change mood
I press play, let my visions delay
the sound soothes me, and it moves me

and when I visualize the scene, I day dream
and break away from another day
the sight soothes me, and it moves me


[Raw J]
print blue

rhythmic architecture
dusty vinyl in the ba!@&(t needle director
just find the groove

hailing longer bombs
we live on a fault so turn tables need stronger arms it's like
only scratch come on 12 double 0's

so this prose
hits the paper, mic, then uppercuts my folks
you see we drop this at 33 and one three

the force of gravity in constant odds
underground when its supposed to be
food for the gods, small timer at large

in effect before the cause
chasing applause
while I'm hunted by laws

therefore contents are pressurized
top to bottom on your mind frame, visualize


[Oatmeal]
and I was blessed with a steady hand
cursed with obsession

in search of the timeless in this broken art
left with a broken heart, no rest for the weary
some remain numb while these others nearly

lost their minds
but the picture that I painted meant to constrain
just a mental sketch on a surface or a musical plane

cant complain where and how this road twists or turns missed out
on a message, a chain of thoughts in chains


[Raw J]
sending shots to my peoples behind prison doors
oppressive gates got our thirst unquenched
soul pours out of poisonous containers
drums and words the only remainders

starving youths the reminders
that some of us need to be the truth finders
born dead, had to learn to live
only take what I could give
livin harder than most

and shakin off the lessons of the comatose