"Humaliens"

"Humaliens"

Written by Chi Money

A crowd, from a planet..

round, from which they lived in.. found us in the distance

profound of our existence.. now thousands were enlisted

to touch down was the mission.. hearing sounds of demolition

jumped out of the collision.. so astounded of our livin

they've made inventions to search.. our complexion since birth

leaving a ever-lasting ripple effect, on their reflection of Earth

the lessons were worth.. the value of a different knowledge

convinced the instant they visioned no gimmiks n trick robotics

yet kids in college.. had book smarts from kindles

so when faced with a problem? they just look off n whistle

noticed our communications were becoming extinct

unless money, deceit.. weapons sellin drugs in the streets

it was a hungry disease.. so abrubtly, some were obese

heart strung out, when others played too much wit their strings

these "Aliens" had enough of these things.. now were committed

to use our powers in their power to devour the sinnin'..

now cowards were timid.. but limits were now their decision

so reached out and found the power to come out n admit it

their presence was felt.. through the news, seven to twelve..

mourning, leading.. to stories reading,

"is the origin of these extra terrestrials, heaven or hell?"..

so humans and aliens, joined forces in hand

equal, as their extra tall frames were nothin short of a man

broke down the language barrier through audibled talks

as their minds worked as one.. but had multiple thoughts

children soon forgot about the man on the cross bleeding

started cross-breeding, n seemingly everything lost meaning

that ecstasy is.. now this new species, genetically mixed

unaware of their memory, tendecies.. mentally medically risked

they had dark roots, but skin tone was opposite in comparison

unaware of their indentity.. so they got to visit therapists

some humans were moven, like "Houston? we have a problem"

searchin for spacecrafts, it'd take more then a map to stop em

knew they'd be tempted by the apple,

the question was unraveled.. the ship was stashed in Gotham!

they packed it up and blasted.. faster then a match stick

askin how they'd land it.. asses draggin on the granite

as they landed on their planet.. like they were off to be deported

scared of the new species that was too strong to be aborted

for most it was hard to understand it.. some demanded

paniced, over-reacted.. so the earth, some abandoned

some thought it was out-landish.. n were the ones the maddest

aliens only alienated, becuase they came from another planet

soon sides would form.. which would align, to confine a war

riots of tyrants wit knives n swords.. that strike with force

would this slight divorce.. turn into a cried remorse?...

the first clan, had the blackest knight on the whitest horse

they fought for Humalien Rights.. and their life of course

the second reppin of three, were known as homosapiens

who own no alias.. and anxiously hope to ghost those aliens

leading us to the last crew, who looked bred from some incest

with egos to match the size of the heads on their slim necks

Aliens were smarter, but fighting on the home field of the humans

while the appeal of humaliens were used to be conceled in illusion

these fronts only lasted so long.. cuz as the seasons changed

these family trees have aged.. leaves contained

fallin tear drops that hit the beatin graves.. that've seen the rains

claiming bad blood will be silenced.. for those who speak in vein

so after summers and winters.. each species' numbers have withered

as they were hungry for war, tasted victory.. n still hunted for dinner

on this once lovely planet, beauty explored the horizons

til the sources of violence, accordin to science.. formed an alliance

openin the door for these giants.. wit hearts, born for a lion..

ruling the world as king of the hill that was fortressed in Zion

so once the smoke cleared, and the dust settled in the ashes

these alien rebels got a meddle.. and the devil gets his mansion

these last two extra terrestrials, were the new Adam n Eve

n the first thing they went grabbin to eat.. was crispy black in the tree

famished n weak.. they have to rise from the ashes in Phoenix

startin from A-Z.. wit no tellin what they might manage to bring it

meanwhile, the part of man-kind who found the only spaceship

roamed as the only known, so noticed their new home seemed spacious

yet hard to make any sense of it.. as their eyes n ears aren't from here

forcing them to become even more then just pioneers n frontiers

what once used to rule this land.. are past as dead policies

so their fighting for a chance to advance as far as the technology

n those that didnt have connections.. isn't livin past progression

humaliens had the best of both worlds, but didn't have a heaven

0001 A.D/ B.C

"Withered Hope"

"Withered Hope"

Written by Chi Money

a prisoned clan.. from a primitive distant land

broke free from the shackles around their crimson hands

a trait left from workin their fingers to the bone

as the foundation, eager to bring a leader to the throne

built a village with a castle that had hallways.. all gold

which was also protected by a stone wall they called "Hope"

presented peace before, but centuries of war.. were heavily enforced

by all the weaponry n force.. that could never breach the source

rivals threw sticks n stones, to put their heads on a cross

and it was pieces of hope that the best of em tossed

so they stopped the negetivity and death of their boss

when those sticks n stones..

were fit to bows, n arrows.. to get the message across

this lasted generations, but hope was withering

the granit deprecation, left most considering..

a new approach to hone the stones these holes were hindering

but those arrows n litterings.. paved the roads to victory

which evil-doers destroyed to find the best of jesus

so now street by street were smashed up, broke

attacking hope as a whole, n the rest left in pieces

not knowing peace by peace they'd patch up hope..

the wall that was built, crumbled, and resused

is the rubble in the jungle we've still struggled to infuse

its a new day n age, n we'd kill to get cash gains

so the roads to success were rebuilt for the fast lane

leavin those blind to hope, to hit the gas n then swerve

as everything went black n they crashed n they burned

stars disappeared til there were no more virgos, leos..

now all you see is everyone's birthstone read: hope

sides to this wall? there were two in its history

til those on the outside.. blew it to smitherenes

wit grenades that prepelled.. to retain in our cells

which planted the walls that we create in ourselves

so to those who'll live n die by hope, n its purpose in life

whether its by the arrows, or just the courage to fight

dont see the walls in which you live, as chalking in the dirt

when hope seems it's withering.. its just evolving with the earth

...

"Mysterious Ways"

"Mysterious Ways"

Written by Chi Money

*7am rings an alarm*, he hops out of bed n he sighs
for another long day workin a job he would never resign
his hands on a project that would pressure his mind
to try and mold the world.. into a better design
at the same time knowing he'd need the touch of jesus
to build a modern Noah's Ark from a bunch of pieces
of brush.. n needless, to say.. his reasons to pray
keepin his faith, seein the things that are needed to change

started with the youth, stopped a young man through God n fate
but was filled wit a lot of hate.. so went ahead n robbed the bank
which landed this bandit in a cell block sedated
payin 5 years of his life to live where hell occupated
now had bigger problems, far as death was concerned
but maybe this troubled teen had some lessons to learn

he then stopped a woman in a convertible wit some chrome rims
needin material things as she wasn't comfortable in her own skin
he stripped her of these things, showin her life's true beauty
feelin good about herself without fitting in a size 2 loosely
finding out that being someone else just isnt her style
took a stand.. in front of the mirror and witnessed a smile

he couldn't question those who found answers in their liquor
but would continue to heal the hearts wit cancer in their liver
patients have the same things to fight for, no matter the disease
which most of us only come to know after we're deceased
he felt best to ask God.. with open arms if he'd lend a hand, bond
putting his foot forth, for all of those who needed a leg to stand on

even HE looked for evidence, all the way back to the pyramid days
but since we all vision God differently, he works in mysterious ways
he would accidently bump into the girl wit the low selfesteem
n drive off with "just married" on the back of a broke limousine
cuz material things are material, which can be replaced if needed
love's blind to the naked eye, only our sixth sense traits can see it
a couple years later, she would have heart complications
an old friend who he held close, made him a heart to heart obligation
he made her feel confident in life when the only thing hypothetical was livin
as she had been living with a very rare type of medical condition
she looked at him, held her chest and offered an organ
if they would take in and raise her daughter named Morgan
expressing how hard it was to agree when he'd see his theropist
cuz they always wanted a child... but had 3 miscarriages
now the boy that robbed that bank, came out wit a hateful revenge
wasnt able to rest.. cuz ever since he was in a cradle was stressed
as he walked down the street, he saw this man from 5 years ago
stuck a gun to his lungs, as this man of faith cried tears of hope
he sighed, cleared his throat.. n sent em to the pearly gates
but that's cuz God had a job for him bigger then the earth could face
the man wit the gun in his hand, would soon face this crime in trial
which showed his blind eyes the white light that led him to find the bible
cuz even though he didnt write the book.. he felt like he could
rewriting history as he took over the job of the man's life he took
the widowed wife told their little girl, cuz all teens get curious
if you remain clueless to blessings, they'll always seem mysterious

...

"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