No Lie

My Rhymes define Infinence /throwing lyrical incroments in murder incidents/ in a certain instance im sending your body to the morgue of homicide divisions/ on the autopsy table making incisions/ digging for the truth trying to find the motive for the murderers decisions/ visions of a murderous death the answers have risen/ of the missing of the fake people feeding us fiction/ as the police moved to the suspects building is home looked to be worth a half a million/ in the sun his cars paint job would drastically change colors like a chameleon/ we rang the door bell the sound sounded like the deceased voice screaming/ for the truth but through the truth the lie has concealed its true meaning./ As he opened the door he appeared to be 5 foot 11 / through his eyes he had more then thoughts of a predicate felon/ he had a good motive but the personality of a manequin/ threw our eyes we saw calmness in his head lays the mind of a mad man/ was this murder tha result of money jus trying to make a fast grand/ or the results of a jealous man / posseseed by evil and the doing of his past plans/ the devils rituals in a sonogram made up by fires in trash cans/ we worked further into the case/ for now the suspect has a mask full of guesses not quite yet a face To Be Continued........

My Rhymes define Infinence /throwing lyrical incroments in murder incidents/ in a certain instance im sending your body to the morgue of homicide divisions/ on the autopsy table making incisions/ digging for the truth trying to find the motive for the murderers decisions/ visions of a murderous death the answers have risen/ of the missing of the fake people feeding us fiction/ as the police moved to the suspects building is home looked to be worth a half a million/ in the sun his cars paint job would drastically change colors like a chameleon/ we rang the door bell the sound sounded like the deceased voice screaming/ for the truth but through the truth the lie has concealed its true meaning./ As he opened the door he appeared to be 5 foot 11 / through his eyes he had more then thoughts of a predicate felon/ he had a good motive but the personality of a manequin/ threw our eyes we saw calmness in his head lays the mind of a mad man/ was this murder tha result of money jus trying to make a fast grand/ or the results of a jealous man / posseseed by evil and the doing of his past plans/ the devils rituals in a sonogram made up by fires in trash cans/ we worked further into the case/ for now the suspect has a mask full of guesses not quite yet a face To Be Continued........

The process of neglegence sending the proper messages threw sentences lyrical content so bright there seen like moon crescents back with avengence like the moral of the story im teaching lessons i control the essence like the bar to a weight as a man benches

When i smoke i get the pleasures of happiness ive never felt its like i finally got a grasp on life somethin ive never held dwelled on tha past so much my cards were dealt my rhymes real my words heart felt i only speak the truth these are the stories i tell haha i can remember when i was younger gettin beat with the belt without reasonable doubt im aiming for greatness this is what its all about No lie