"Tomorrow's Yesterday"

"Tomorrow's Yesterday"

Written by Chi Money

A scientist, chemist... tryin' inventions

branching out artificial wings to fly in the heavens

but in the living flesh, was bound to fall to his knees

so just became a ghost... lost in the breeze

(but in order to see a better way..

lets go back to Today's yesterday)

he thought he could change the past n have the glory, so..

grabbed his pen n pad, threw on his thinkin cap, n labratory coat

strained his brain, to screen out the greatest of facts

as he then looked deep within to find a way in the past

but by trying to change whats already been plotted after

meant he was going about everything he wanted backwards

instead of stoppin the bleedin n patchin things up..

he wanted to stop the man that went BLAM

and all the bullets that came from that black machine gun

he would build himself up with his thoughts in action

pedaling towards the eye of the storm's fog with passion

to reach tommorrow's yesterday, better then today's

as now the world as we know it, never was the same...

he traveled n changed the past, wit better designs

not knowing he made things evolve way ahead of their time

cured death, making the planet over populated

turnin beasts into theives, now famished ogres rob the nation

stripped the land.. of all pure kindess

like quotes from grandma that she offered, like this

"dont talk unless you have something nice to say"

so all that was left was an awkward silence...

the guns he brought back to the part of the past wit nothin

were now today's nucleur weapons of mass destruction

saved MLK to JFK, so we wouldnt have to grive in descretion

which shortened the life of their message, as it weakened the legend

we needed these lessons.. I hate to say sacrifice

but we were sent here for a reason, n have to face the fate we have in life

now in tomorrow's yesterday, we face a new situation

we too can reach the stars, but through limitations

so before the blast, this new wave of the future

was beyond time travel and the ways of computers

but to avoid repeating the past, you dont need the whole details

just know it would then be led, by what is now a three year old female

who will soon be the next scientist, chemist..

that has to invent a way to make things right in this second..

...

"A Love Patient"

"A Love Patient"

Written by Chi Money

born in a city where her lust for love, these sins shackled

knowing very well God warned her not to touch the Big Apple

the first boy she'd meet, goes back a ways now

where they'd grow as one, hold hands n play house

both were so young, lookin forward to the rest of their lives

as they would then fall in love.. way a head of their time

she was about to be 8, invited him to her birthday bash

not knowing it would come to be the worst day had

cuz he had a jerk face Dad.. who got shit faced on bacardi

and killed his son in a car crash, on the way to her party

wishing to see the light again, as she blew out the candles

sitting in the forshadows of her life, as still two of em crackled

become overwelmed, as she traveled in nature

carrying a coach bag.. but got bagged by the players

dated out the clubs with those who couldnt walk the walk, wasted

now aware that she was looking for love in all the wrong places

she'd tried finding a relationship, before finding herself

close to losing what she has left, like her mind n her health..

all the while in her journal, she jotted down her trials n tribulations

mistakes, verses new life long lessons.. creating a bible of innovation

her smile? instantaneous.. when she met a new love

after that new high it gave her, like it was the next to do drug

but then got tired of the rush, so quit wit the pain it withdrawls

getting closer to living in her own shadows, that painted the walls

　

she then noosed the strings, to her newest swing

had a new perspective, yet the view confused her dreams

n everything she knew, it seemed.. but choosed to see

the useless things.. that now werent as big as they used to be

so as her heart grew diseased.. love was the only remedy

growing old, she's seventy.. holding memories as a lonely entity

after tons of times, the love she'd find, she hoped was magical

making the most compatible.. broke, not even close to casual

but lookin back, she wouldn't have lived it any differently

even when she passed the pearly gates n was hit wit an epiphany

...found her soul mate from the past, who's last age was seven

so as their eyes met again.. it was truly a match made in heaven

wit the final chapter of her life

she turned the last page, which sentenced

a forshadowing that she'd write

with her past ways as reference

...

"A Touch Of Gray"

"A Touch Of Gray"

Written by Chi Money

a creative mind, creates designs

so he raised his eyes, to paint the skies

but only saw sunshine or cloudy days

could only keep his head up or drown in rain

life out the window, tear drops roll down the pain

so broke out some paint that soaked out the frame

etched in stone.. was his notes to jesus

his intellegent touch was a stroke of genius

bringing to life, flat lands to canyons

as there was no middle ground for this man to stand in

but mind was colorblind, only saw black n white

sittin under the moon with his canvas by

standin by, until he would turn middle aged

n the dark hair on his light skin would turn a little gray

the pictures he painted, used to lack depth

til he put on the shades that would aid his last sense

had a new perspective, viewing from an open mind

as he approached to find everything he hoped in life

had to keep a straight mind, level with himself

cuz these pencils n pastels he wrestled with as well

found a problem, but more then two ways of goin at it

so composed a classic on a broken canvas

to show the masses what hes grown to grasp with

through the mid tones that honed stones to ashes

as eraser dust.. he hates as much

took his vision to another level.. as he raised the brush

to the big picture, now in high definition

dispised repetition..

which in light, gave new life recognition

to ratify what pacified half his life's wonders

now was inticed to give life through vibrant colors

his artform spoke a million words, yet too much to say

so brushed through a ton of paints, to become a saint

and signed his name at the bottom, with a touch of gray..

Chi Money

"The Masks We Wear"

"The Masks We Wear"

Written by Chi Money

covered beauty, Maybelene

our styles soul, is ankle deep

fake faces, can hold up a lie

and pass judgement in a roll of an eye

we live under these masks, to blanket the flaws

putting to rest the emotions we hate face'n at all

boss steady trippin, got em pissed n embarrassed

he'll smile wit an animal instinct, grin it n bear it

to get those trips as an heiress, tickets to Paris

visioned since a kid when he lived wit his parents

but he hated these masks, that weighed his emotions

which made him more then two faced wit his notions

now mainly devoted to maintaining his focus

in a texas hold'em tournement, contiplating his motives

was dealt a bad hand, but still raised the risk

chasing charades, taking every players chips

limits would double until their image was humbled

vintage in an instant from the minute he hustled

but still starved for power.. took the cash of weak souls

saw his darkest hours.. through a mask wit three holes

he opens his eyes, to tunnel vision

and black clouds the sun'll live in

light to the touch, blind to whats real

as deep dark secrets, he tries to unveal

he then met a girl, wit a face of an angel

who would get laid out from Cain cuz she's Abel

changed up her angle.. n he saw a new side

through the perspective lost in the softest blue eyes

these masks he tries to dicipher, dying beside her

slips on another fighting the fire, he'd light n inspire

now shes cutting it close, in a surgeons mask

with his feelings on the table she was workin at

deep down he hurt, his soul opened in part

as there was nothin to cover the hole in his heart

the doctor of love couldn't patch em up risk free

cuz these layers we put on... are only skin deep

the makers of these masks, pattened a killin

he was the robin to the batman, but acted a villian

always played bad to the bone, so it was no wonder

the mask didnt fit accordingly with his very own structure

ego's cover made him feel bad ass

but there was nothin to touch his olive skin

as he gasps from his last mask,

that was pumpin him up.. wit oxygen

"Through The Eyes Of Illusion"

"Through The Eyes Of Illusion"

Written by Chi Money



they feed us lies that appetize our minds, all in alignment

wit the eyes we uprise to a world full of false advertisements

products strong as steel, but now everything retail is plactic

free? only to those blind to the small printed details n asteriks

happy to be alive, but where does the pain go when it dies

are there halos in disguise, above the rainbows in the sky?

its like everythings deligated to be seperated and segragated

politicians run for office, too drunk wit power to be designated

they say life isnt a party, but its something to be celebrated

food for thought?.. well..

eggs in a fryin pan is how your brain on drugs is demonstrated

these natural imperfections, get on our last nerves it seems

so half the earth we see.. acts urgently to have mass surgeries

we put on fake smiles, n wave high to our nice neighbors

as we throw ourselves out there, in a sacraficed nature

shot down a million times, but inadvertantly will try later

always chipping away at our insecurities wit ice breakers

our vision is foggy, in clear blue skies

fallen tears of joy, is what we hear through cries

dying to live, since our days of birth

as lost souls, find a place on earth

we become big headed as our brains slowly turn abscess

through subliminal messages, that have no return address

hungry for attention, some starve for some friends

but it was both Barbie n Ken that started the trend

as picture perfect... could only be framed

cloning humane, as if no one notices change

no strings attached... is how most of us love it

while the free world we live in is controlled by a puppet

do we love our companions, or are we lusting for a connection

desperate to make it honest, now trusting is an obsession

some want to see it to believe it, so heaven is questioned

til deaths in its presence, n they beg the revrend for vengence

finding these visions are more then a figment of our imagination

overcoming the impossible was the mission of our facinations

as are sight is amused wit, the world our mind is infused in

while we're all constantly living through the eyes of illusion

so with the mind of Confucius

I try to get through this

inclined high as my view is

I sigh, n keep movin

"Life In A Flash"

"Life In A Flash"

Written by Chi Money

since the day this star was born, white lights were flashin

til even the eyes of the wise have their hindsight distracted

as you can only see so much when the lens is on zoom

all the friends in the room.. have their presence in loom

this entertainer who always craved the attention

would soon change his direction when he faced his reflection

made for perfection.. on magazine covers

as tradegy hovers sanity, n numbers of families suffer

yet still the media frenzies.. over the gleam of a bentley

scratch n claw for a glance to find out the seats are all empty

lost his ways in the lights that took his every moment

n scared away his shadow as it over looked his every omen

they love a rise n fall, everyday from dusk to dawn

used to love his songs.. now just talk bout how he busts the law

so you'd have to end up in some institute or hellish prison

just to get on Dr.Phil and get another interview on television

you dont know how obnoxious it gets.. watchin these pricks

profit from chicks.. topless in the tropics n shit

standing around kiss asses as fake props in the pics

wouldn't mind the flashes, if it was all in moderation

causin' obligations, that caught the smallest observations

but good or bad publicity, his name would grow to rise

they knew how to twist stories, but that was no surprise

now walks the back alleys, to stay clear of of the madness

finding there's even more trouble that appeared in the blackness

then those same lights flashed, as he wasnt alert

the mugger ran off n threw some blood on his shirt

cops said freeze! you have the right to remain silent

as he screamed, "im not the type to display violence"

soon as the victim knew who it was, she pointed the finger

sayin the boy that just beat her, had the voice of a singer

which he made mistakes but had morals and strong electives

even the photos were seeing things from the wrong perspective

then hopped in the squad car, feelin like OJ Simpson in his truck

the news chopper couldnt miss it, had the vision from above

stayin in the fast lane, headed off a bridge wit a budge

cuz it was known footage of this could make millions of bucks

so he was chased by the world til he was colder then death

n media was the monster that pushed him over the edge

not knowin even the greatest pictures can't grasp our pride

so after thinkin back to Princess Diana in her last car ride

family photos flashed by his eyes, where the smiles were real

as the rest were just compiled through computer files in steel..

"The Goods"

"The Goods"

Written by Chi Money

he was born Victorious, yeah.. that was actually his name

grew up the hometown hero where his whole family was raised

magically became, a maverick in the game.. of both life n sports

threw spirals wit the slightest force, n mind was bright of course

was an all star QB, who wouldnt pass on runnin like a half back

he had all The Goods, so it seemed there was nothin he was bad at

so were some jealous of his math skills? you prolly would wonder

but oddly the others, would praise him like he was godly wit numbers

which in a way made em stay over qualified, for any job that he pleased

who in their right mind would swap a degree, for a mop n some keys

that'll lock up his dreams..

　

cuz now he has elegant ways, of displaying his intellegent ways

planned to be President, n be greeted by "your excellence", wait..

he would still wrestle the weight, of the devil's restraints

but developed a strength, that put hell n its rebels in a hell of a place

as knowledge is power.. preachin his word, he would prophet for hours

that power was the obvious founder, that led him to profit from powder

and the relevance was eery, in college was a chemist wit a theory

would sell meth to methodists, just to get dead presidents, which clearly

sealed his fate, behind steel grid gates, n couldnt appeal a real debate

so still he ate, those meals he hates, from these greezy filthy plates

see why? *rewinds* lets reel the tapes..

　

was so in debt could box his bills while fightin for a dollar, shit

granted he was livin, but was still dyin for a scholarship

so when push came to shove, he was pushin a whole gang

had the goods in the dope game, in the hood sellin cocaine

overlooked was his own brain.. even though he stood tall

wit a 4.0 gpa, n was the best around to throw a football

while his reflections, hit the smith n wesson his fist was clenchin

he knows he must of missed a lesson, n would never get elected

cuz he was runnin for office, sellin lies under the table

offered an escape til he became like one wit the angels

cuz his way of thinkin, paved the streets in.. tasteless treason

til faith then reached his, place of peace, by the grace of Jesus

"If These Walls Could Talk"

"If These Walls Could Talk"

Written by Chi Money

a hassled man wit fragile hands, paid a proud nation

to build me up as the foundation, of which this castle stands

imagination grew curious, of why the sky is the limit

so these walls hit the sky n beyond your site within minutes

all kinds of these women with somethin to prove in their life

are programed with confused dudes in a fly, suit n a tie

soon to provide illusional sites through Lucifer's eyes

but what their losin' is time.. and the lust of it all

so start cuttin corners, til they find the blood on the wall

the drugs n the straw.. guns in the vault..

duckin it all, talkin bout how he wasnt involved..

n had the same answers when flames enraged faster

up the walls that supported what he was incaged after

those walls were rebuilt, but since nothin is free

or obstucted to cease the construction of greed

green turned to power that made him drunk n he screamed

got bored n aggravated, waitin to fullfil his facinations

while his ego got carried away, along with his imaginations

he shuffled right by me, with out a care in the world

on the way to take advantage of this scared little girl

who's screams for help then carried through the walls

barely knew at all, but appearantly her calls..

made it to the saviours that came tearing through the halls

defense preparing to involve, those sharing who's at fault

but dna of stupidity smeared between the ceiling n floors

kneeling beforth, a force that never seemed appealing before

so as he woulda Madoff wit profits, striaght off deposits

of names lost in closets, that were taped off in boxes

guilty of ignoring his surroundings, 25 to life was given

so once the walls closed in, he had all the time to listen

then started talkin to the walls wit the voices in his brain

became voided as insane, pourin poison in his veins

YEARS LATER...

got doses of reality, once he left those clickin gates

grounded in a sound proof room, wit his pessemistic ways

but if i cant talk, why your ears pressed against my face?

respected his surroundings as he found death's a livin place

yet his best descriptive traits were left in written slates

ten incrypted plates that were read from prison mates...

but he slurred words right before they heard his breath go

saying, "these walls can talk... n im stuck in a stir of echoes".......