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Inktober #12 - Keep Trying

You want to keep trying don't you?
Just keep on goin' my friend don't let 'em provoke you.
They'll keep on playing their mindgames and their old jokes.
Make you feel mentally like you're in a chokehold.

But you can't let 'em get to you or control you.
I see the soul in you shining with a cold blue.
Diamonds, you gotta polish them they are so crude!
Life can be beautiful if you go on stroll through.

In the beginning it's lined with blood and victims,
And government and prison - all types of cagey buildings,
But if you keep on going you'll get to the point it's thinning,
See the green fields that stretch on with the living-

It's the beginning. It's where you're going my friend.
It's when you're winning. It's why the show must not end.
If you stop can't anything get you going again!
Take it slow but steady you got it going' already!

Keep on trying! Leap and fly in!
Sky is open. No more hiding.
See the hope rise. With each sunrise.
They try to box you in. Raise your thumbs high.

'Thumbs up' instead of 'raise your cup'
Run away from confrontation, leave it to other schmucks
Encircle yourself with people you can rely on
And keep going, and if you fail? TRY ON.

You didn't fail if you try on!

Keep trying.

Inktober #11.5 - Go Get It Yo

Go get it! It don't matter what you step in.
Repping heavy every day! When I get to reppin' weight.
Wait little lady I just gotta lift a plate and then
I'll be lit like a torch for the winter games

Hey hey! Go get it go get it yo!
Everybody running round crazy like animals!
Faceless wraiths with great haste chase 'em though!
I guess that explains some things...

And listen hey I sing! Hey since the age of ten!

Yeah yeah yeah...

Inktober #11 - Get It Yo

Uh.

I'm back. From the wild. Like a child.
Want to encapsulate my mind.
With my raps. And my trials.
And I'll try not to leave y'all behind.

Keep it under wraps like a rat in kitchen!
Make you feel like you're on crack if you have a listen!
Make people stand way back to not get aneurysms!
Totally forget their manners and get mad ambition!

I'm packed. Had a meal. Had a track.
Want to incorporate this grind.
In the beat. In my backlog.
And I'm glad when I feel it's time.

To get up and attack like a tattered hitman!
Batteries all slathered up with ammunition!
Ambulances amicably manage carry victims!
Who headbanged till their back's like that of a pigeon!

Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under.
Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under,
Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under.
Uh.

I'm back. From the wild. Like a child.
Want to encapsulate my mind.
With my raps! And this time!
I will harden until I shine.

Keep on going at it until I'm a diamond!
Don't want to free solo but I'll keep on climbing!
Always got a harness like my frigging day job!
But one month of the year I will make their brains nod!

Keep on till my peers look at me like hey Bob!
Why are you not doing this daily full time?
I think that you are out of your mind!!!
It is like you are destined to

Sit in a jar of brine! And spice me up until I'm fine and dandy.
As a pickle! Or as Snicker candy they demand me.

Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under.
Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under,
Can't keep it under hundred, can't keep it under.
Uh.

Inktober #10.5 - After Afterman

Afterman! Yes I'm back in.
Attacking tracks like I'm on tracks like trackman.
Wouldn't want to be no Watchman cause I don't watch men,
Rather Watch woman? Watchwomanman... man... huh...?!

I'm not an athlete but I'm better.
In better shape now than I've been in like forever.
Summer had me prepped for this journey and adventure.
Now I'm back to take steps all the way till December.

Gotta keep shape! Gotta rep on like an earthquake!
I eat too much here. I stay up for cert late!
It's been just a day but I am already feeling!
The weight of this life in my... stomach region!

Aftermadness though I'm back in.
Ready to be lapping milk aaand doing laps and,
Maybe some day I really can do a handstand,
Wouldn't that be grand man?! Would also like to land a

Backflip.

So awesome that shit yeah!!!

Inktober #10 - Afterman

I am POOPED
But thanks to the scoop outflew the coop
"I'm heading to the wild ya'll!"
I'll shit the shoot

Spent two days at the cottage,
Without power or wattage,
Yet hours flew a lot eh?
I'm back and amped like Scotty

Strange though how that can be
Fly up to charge your batteries
But you can't charge 'em without
Some kind of current factory

Amped up without amps!
Charged up without charge!
Yet I did go for a drive in a
Starved electric Car!

A Kia Niro hybrid
Was too easy to drive it
Want a chassi that rumbles
And makes you feel alive in!

But I cant complain must mention
Automatic windshield wipers and suspension
It flew over those rolling roads with no
Speed bump apprehension

And I spent so much time walking!
With boots that weighed a ton!
And talking of old relatives
Who died when I was young!

A village of two hundred
Used be two thousand some!
Yet in the night and mist
Light persists. All but glum.

And the firewood that sparkled,
Lit up the indoor darkness.
We used up all old candle stumps,
From years and years of harvest.

Skinny dipping in the morning
In a lake so still and dormant
Wake it up when you hit it
It hits you up with instant warming!

What a paradox though it's freezing!
Spent last night all just sneezing!
Almost thought I might be feeling
A cold going on this season

I've been speaking without reason
Eating berries where they leave 'em
Picking greens and eating pike-perch
Finger-licking freedom!

It's been easy it's been hectic!
Flew on the freeway back to the exit
Gotta get gas leave keys check baggage
Wade through queues now packed like cabbage

All the 'rona guise has lifted,
People flying like they're living,
People vibing out with children,
Throwing bags they throw intill them

I've been living double fast!
Days fly and now I'm back with the bubble wrap
And the mask and the trouble that waits in the governed land.
Hygiene, be clean, don't hold MY hand!

Leave that in the rugged back,
With the smile with the little while, all is lost in a mile,
And now you struggle with the cost of denial
And of living in a way where you ought to have gotten the job and the wife and...

Gotten into the stock and the norm,
Gotten propped on forgotten reforms,
Why are you feeling like it all stops with the storm,
Keep waiting for a change! Want a LOT and then more!

Want meaning not a plot to enGeorge.
Live forged till you drop in the morgue
It's a feeble life propped by the evil guys,
Want to be free and write just flee from the... neon skies!

Seek apocalypse now like the bottom.
Is what we need to reach to find options.
Whole world now feels like Compton
Looks like paradise, FEELS like problems

Left and right like Crips and Bloods
Let them gather on sides, forget us,
Keep paving the way they can't keep up
Leave 'em running pothole roads till they're stuuck

While we ride on and clear the rights...
Anyway I'm flying through some airy skies
Looking at clouds in a sea down below me
Wonder if this is how it feels to be holding... iNC

I'm back... I think.
Whole weekend just fleeew by... in a blink.
And I'm hella tired but just showered wildly.
So I do not stink if you move beside me.

Word out.

Inktober #9.5 - An Obeservation From The Wide

Eat too much food, and you know you're good.
Get too much fat, and the cold won't crack you.
Eat a whole backpack of crackers and flapjacks,
And you too will snap and just feel a mad 'oof.

A little observation... from the wide.

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