Ceschi :
As Long as I breath
I'll work until the end
This job isn't over 'til the day I'm dead
I know what I need
and I know I'ma get it
every sacrifice made
never regretted

No boss will tell me what to do
But I'll work these fucking 9 fingers to the bone
or at least to black and blue
There was a moment in time when I swear I could taste the end of my life
When the aches and pains of desperate days were too much for my mind
But I just kept on walking
Head straight
Beard grown
Talking
Like this world and people could actually change for the better
Before I hit the coffin
Often
Found myself lost in
Awful topics
Seeking knowledge
But these cops is
Trying to stop it
But I know what I want
And I know I'ma get it before i leave this planet
Damnit
I'ma stand up to the mammoth
Like I'm made of granite
Trampled under the hooves of one hundred animals
Ill raise my fist
And fight for goals
No matter how intangible
Ill Stand alone
or with my pack
Against these Foes
The plan is slow
But I'll be back
And Ill still grow
So Strangle me
Tangle me in my failures & crimes
But i won't listen
I'm Brian Wilson
Wasn't made for these times

Baracuda:
The working man's dream that bled to the last drop
a furnished mirage where the surface is of that sort
it looks pretty in the commercial but internally suffers
work your life away for nothing more than a stab at the bubble
belief systems from a ghost that writes the paychecks
I'm only human just a service for the faithless
Clock in for that day shift
I'm boxing with Satan
who the fuck is he anyways I've never seen his face kid
he likes to scream when I'm safe I know what I want but still somehow hesitate
these wings they wont levitate/ expired like my resume
desire for a better place
state of mind meditate low key heavens gate
hell on earth makes a death look comfortable
forgot to bleed and I guess that's wonderful
I make it easy for the world and its fate
even god has a job and he shows up late.


NGAFSH:
(1,2)
You sleep 'til the afternoon
that NGAFSH up at 5:30
on the bus stop at 6:10
you don't know shit about grown men
6:20 I pull out the pen
back in the underwater world again
6:50 I transfer
all the while looking for answers
What I want / What I gotta is 2 different things
no silver spoons
no gold rings
no chandelier hanging in the living room
no money from the sky floating
I toe the line 
yet I'm on the grind 
I got no time to be confined
try to redefine, redesign before I resign
no time to unwind
When it twists like twine
when death is your deadline
Don't know about you - I'm gonna get mine
You can relax
You can recline
I'm up early with the little birdies and the crickets chirping
working
I'm one of them niggas that's gonna be something for certain
'fore it's curtains
Still the earth spins
Life goes on
Got a purpose with every song
From Leimert shit
so….uh….How could I go wrong?
with a style I cloned on my own
as a stepping stone
up with a morning yawn
yeah I know what I want
it's on!