Our paths crossed.

We intercepted years of history,
bonding us as natural-born enemies for unknown reasons.

Our past’s lost,

Memories of torture,
and similar emotions
penetrate history to create permanent lesions.

Our last thoughts,

Compromised brain matter
attempts to compute the actions of man
and interprets the meanings.

We pass faults.

Justice is never reprimanded through man,
so apparently Martin Luther King is still dreaming.

I fail to conceptualize a life
where ethnicities no longer have to endure suffering.

As a race we were promised freedom,
the pursuit of happiness,
and everything in between,
but it seems it’s still buffering.

People believe hundreds of years of captivity and present, discriminatory activity
are not indicating factors of prejudice actions
being struck again.
It’s apparent we have yet to advance as a species
because ill intensions are being dealt,
giving no indication of when the bad luck would end.

Help me to understand
how the amount of melanin of the skin
determines who is more superior to whom.

Instead of being in competition,
we should advance ourselves from within,
otherwise we’ll be complacent to our doom.

It seems we have difficulties seeing the equality of all species, an issue that needs to quickly improve.

Because on our day of judgment,
our actions toward one another
will be the solitary evidence
that will make the court adjourn
before we set foot in the room.

Racism still exists if people are unaware that they’re racist.
It is ignorant hatred
applied toward different colors of faces.
We were told that we shouldn’t look the same,
so we were split up by nations,
But people are historically oblivious to the basics.

Centuries later,
history has been removed from our valued concept
of knowledge
when they lead you toward psychological prisons
because it would be historically incorrect
for you to go to college.

It’s astounding we are still being transported
by chains years after slavery has been abolished.

We are physically “free”,
but it’s our one-dimensional thought process
that’s being held hostage.
We bring in children,
and they are stuck in the same cycle of being led to coffins.

Our image is wrongly told,
and we are being computed by the wrong messages too often.

So when we encounter outsiders,
they misinterpret our intent
because they make up their own assumptions
of what we mean when we’re talking,
Then generalize us to live a lifestyle we may not be involved in.

Simply because of the color of our skin.

I rescind the forgiveness I gave to you.
Darkness orbits my conscious
and part of me hope’s the same for you.
I hate you.
Hate is used as synonym for unicorns and rainbows
Because it doesn’t entirely convey my disdain for you.

I’m haunted.
My brain chemistry has been altered to experience the part of the world the human psyche was designed not to witness.
I don’t want this.
I’m having battles in different dimensions just to keep my soul from becoming a victim.

This is farther from physical pain.
Gravity squeezes my nervous system
As I pop synthetic prayers to keep my flesh from becoming a stain.

I see things are good where you are.
You couldn’t possibly equate to this.
Trauma always leaves the biggest scar,
So you’re coming with me because no other passengers deserve to take the trip.

Buckle up.

Produced by: Godspeed2 & Zevrst
Written by: Godspeed2
Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered by: Studio 11, Chicago, Il (2018)
Sample Credit:Dragon Ball Super, “A Time to Strike Back”

And I can feel you pulsating from miles away.
Push you out my mind, then you find a way.
You got me up, so it’s time to play.
We don’t really care about the time of day.


As we co-exist,
We smash together to make atoms split.
Ripple waves whenever we take ocean trips,
Until the frequencies merge and grow more intense.


You then seal your lips.

Can you handle the girth?
Can you feel the width?
Push deep inside as I feel the grip,
You feel the tip then I feel the drip.


We combine as one.
Transmitting signals at our time at fun.
The wave increases ’till the time is done,
Oscillating inside you until the moment comes.


Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…


First let me start off with my intent.
I know ya like it rough, when it’s too much, you can say when.
Feel like it’s been forever, so tonight I’m going in.
But before we get it started, first I need your clear consent.

That’s your ass now.
Way too late to back down.
Move in slow, then fast out,
Please don’t tap out.
I know ya like those smack sounds.
Piñata getting smashed out—
Confetti splash out.
Your body’s gettin’ pat-down.
Treat your box like a stash house,
I’m locked in your trap now.
Way too high to crash down.
We explode then we pass out,


Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

You’re surrounded by lust,
Closing in, sensitive touch.
No escaping this feeling, the intensity is too much.
Your blood will rush,
Until the pleasure is filled then fully flushed,
(Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations)
Fulfilled with passion until your treasure is dug and coming up,
It’s the…

Vibrations, Vibrations, Vibrations.

℗ 2018 Godspeed2.

A lot of y’all exaggerate your abilities as significant others.
Boasting your skills as if you’re an invincible lover.
Ask yourself,
Are you a good partner to the person you’re most critical of?
Has your self-harm found a new target so you can take advantage of the next person that gives you his love.
You may think the world of him and want to push him to heights you think he can reach, but is your layouts of the mountain the same?
Are you realistic in your expectations?
Fair with the problems you have previously obtained.
Do you have your insecurities in check?
Or are you quick to fault him for your flaws?
Does your happiness get thrown to everyone else besides the person that’s the most emotionally involved?

As I,
Look back on my periods of growth.
I see myself slack as I’m gearing to go.
My confidence lows, am I appearing to slow?
Then my transmission blew as I was nearing the road.
I was,
Never one to make fun of the less fortunate.
Probably ’cause I was seen as less fortunate.
The pain I got was totally disproportionate.
Wanted success,
Instead, I was forced to quit.
It seemed people would impose me with strife.
I never responded ’cause they was supposedly right.
was suicidal for most of my life.
Won’t lie, I came close to it twice.
I was usually met with strong resistance.
Never caught the hint I had long persistence.
I belonged in ditches,
‘Cause my song was different.
Would respond to interests,
With the wrong intentions.

The attractive girls used to think I was ugly.
They would cringe in disgust if they had to touch me.
I looked like a bum, dirty, sad and crusty.
Used to steal from my Mom, If she hadn’t trust me,
I would be dead to this day, shot down, forgotten.
I wanted to die ’cause I was down in options.
You could hear it in my voice, how I sounded locked in.
Thought I lost my soul, but i found it rotton.
Was sad all the time, no one cared it would worsen.
Was this the result of being a terrible person?
Used to think inappropriately, I even shared it in person.
And was easily influenced, wasn’t aware of the serpents.
Soon as hell opened up, swear I was the first in.
Prolly needed saving, but I was scared of Church then.
Lost my self-esteem, wasn’t prepared to search in.
Everyone was happy, I was unfairly hurting.

I’m no angel.
I’m Shameful,
And wasteful,
But grateful,
I’m able,
To stay full,
And faithful,
I pray for,
The day-to,
Remove all things hateful,
Although a lot of times I can be seen as distasteful.
Despite it all, no longer flawed by my debts.
I’ve made some gains, and retained my respect.
Throughout the change, I maintained my finesse
We’re all the same, I’m no saint like the rest.

I Ain’t No Different Audio 

I remember when some chicks told me I never stood a chance,
It eventually settled in.
And now they are seeing some of the confidential architecture of my future plans,
They suddenly want to move in.
I started off as less attractice to some, but i was tall, athletic, and had a way with words.
At conception, specifications were deferred for a specific period of time and once I reached a certain threshold in my mind, it emerged.
My D’N’A has become a sychronized comoditiy.
Women subconsciously use subtle methods to get it out of me,
Mentally try to create a bond with me,
With hopes that it becomes permanent because they recognize the anomaly.