Yeah, this is Butcher. I'm a human, even though it seems like
I'm from another planet. I am also a producer in addition to being
an artist who paints pictures with the words of my mouth. My
painting canvas is the heart of those who listen to me. I also
produce music and if you are interested in vibing with me, just
leave me a note telling me. I'm not on here looking for a
relationship, but looking to establish strong networks with people
so that ideas can flow freely.
Outside of music I like playing video games. I go to clubs
sometimes, but I only go to look at ass and listen to what's hot in
the clubs. I ain't into pressing up on a honey to take her home cuz
she drunk or whatever. I'm more into meeting someone and holding a
conversation with them over the phone. I want to see if I can stand
yo ass for a week of us just talking on the phone, then I we'll
worry bout going out. I only make smart investments, so the initial
investment is my time on the phone. Of course not all situations go
that way, but that's the starting point for me. I strongly admire
people who write spoken word because I love writing it myself. I am
in love with words and aliteration. Having said that, don't go back
and count how many spelling errors are in this personal message
because there are probably plenty.
For now, I`ll close this up with a little bit of poetry. Hope you
like it.
Never Stopping
one kiss from ya lips attaches me to you
so why should I pursue a dream when reality will wake me
I seem so flaky as it relates to real things but dreams
are so vividly vivacious, I`m craving what`s on the big screen
of my imagination, looking for love in all the wrong places
adjacent to lavish lifestyles of a doctor who never saw
patients
I`m aging in my mind, but my vision has been blurred all this
time
so I look at the world through a naked eye for the first time
and see deceit that never approached me, per the density of
lies
was that of a fresh pig out the pig pen, so I see with my pen
and speak with my pen, and reach with my pen to the light that`s
within
cuz darkness surrounds me, as I clearly see, a falacious facade
similar to arcades
not simulations of this life we live, but a stick and move
mentality
erupted all the tragedies that speak as my strategy to fall
again
Maybe I`m lifeless in this walk of life`s tests
hoping that the crest of my problems is what`s next
and all that said, I still see the crimson forest in my heart
that has bled and been put into the fire
yet singed by flames, the healing process works
but at the end of this verse I feel I was never hurt
cuz through the walls and the mountains I keep on coming
not a fall or a stall can stop my running
with the pain that has plagued me I keep on moving
saying fuck all the people who are out to abuse me
my anger is expressed with no management, yet I handle it with the
utmost care
to direct it into my hand, straight through my pen or fingers that
type so fast
I`m sure to cash in on the expression of my heart, the starch
applied to me has made me stand up
as a man should, hard times will make or break you, so who will
make due
I`m not crude like oil, I`m well into to the furnace, and touched
the stove already
I`m cooked up like nice white to the eyesight of crack heads,
in the face of our society sobriety has never seen the light of
day
cuz er where ya turn corruption is the word of fame
my heart has ached like jaws after chewing gum long,
cuz back forward up down, is my hearts song
Yet in all the positions I never was the chicken
never afraid of collisions, I`m gifted just as all of us is,
I just realized my talent and drew recompense
for all my actions, I surely will send thanks and honor to my
God
becuase without him, I`m lost never found again
