April 27

"Need a spiritual miracle"
the Butte recluse is adherent to
I toss him a bill or two
but the truth is dude, we all do
going ninety five on the highway
with wide open eyes I pray
"Lord thanks for the fine day
send an angel to provide I drive safe"
behind me is a biker
white bike designed with fire
turning wide he aquires
the speed to keep up with my tires
meanwhile my trunk thumps
to a bunch of random crunk
I'm feeling slightly drunk
from some five hour energy stuff
a hundred fifty miles pass
and I glance back through the glass
the motorcycles on my tracks
and when he catches up he flashes
a stable peace sign with his hands
he follows til my fables out of gas
it makes me wonder and ask
who's the angel behind the mask

April 26

Let me capture a scene
of beauty, laughter, and dreams
ladies lathered in cream
coming off my TV screen
footsteps creak from the hall
giigles and squeaks call
for me to peak in the hall
but I see nothing at all
snow softly flows
the wind gently blows
a show from my window
in Bozeman's evening glow
clothes with pizza logo's
and a half dose of NoDoz
float and fold side my toes
as I embrace the pillows
It's a clear atmosphere
there's calm in the air
moonlight steers through sheers
and falls on the desk chair
despite vivacious decoration
this faceless derivation
of graciousness and patience
makes sleep a temptation

April 25

Rest well, Sean Bell
may those pigs burn in hell
tell his wife how he fell
before she tossed the garder belt
yet they were aquitted for bustin'
caps in his stomach
what you call justice
I call disgustin'
meanwhile dudes are rusting
behind bars for hustling
to me that's nothing
what do you think Dustin?
by the way thanks
for layin' my song on your page
tell Debbie and Dave and Blake
Sid says hey
I'm eating chocolate cookies
overlooking the town
the lady in hotel booking's
cooking is crown
on the news is some crap
about a polygamist ranch
loitering and...
it's still snowing in April

April 24

On this day I taught
some silly kids to chop
and stock pizza
I'm the boss dog, ha ha
sometimes it takes dying
to realize
whining and crying
is a waste of time
I wanna say thanks
to my fam and the gang
for anyone who prayed
I'd remain okay
I was immature
but I'd prefer
to live and learn
from past burns
I've come to the conclusion
My life's already ruined
you get out whatever you do with it
and pardon the allusion...
...but this is new me
you all think you know me
I'm not who I used to be
accept it or blow me

April 23

I didn't see
a peep of sleep
Anxiety
got the best of me
These are trying times
in the life of fighting crime
with tight rhymes
and catchy lines
can't wait til next week
to see a sweet
freckled cheek
Jillibean
take her out to eat
for tea and ice cream
the funny thing to me
which is full of irony
(8 lines removed upon request)

April 22

F*** the world
and f*** who's starin'
it took f***ing two girls
for you to f***ing care then?
Daddy Warbucks is running errands
buying sweetie a McLaren
even though she too was sharin'
beds with Sean to Aaron
Ya I was wrong
so that makes everyone right
to bite my sides as they like
til I lay down and die?
three hundred miles from home
and all alone with no one
and the only love that I know
doesn't love me no more
I feel dark and I'm cold
I got an Ice box where my heart goes
my stomach rolls
and I throw up my cereal bowl
the fact is I'm sorry
AB+SB I'm carving
I'm sorry I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm sorry

April 21

I barely got
to the Mariott
My very thought
locks on a very hot
Ana Barlow
prescious cargo
It's effin' hard though
being this far apart yo
I'm hurt and I'm scarred
I'm hurt and I'm scared
at work I cant start
another verse without prayer
I got my revenge
and made Ana cringe
I've regretted it since
it really didn't make sense
I won't do it again
but this might be the end
no second chances
in this life that we live
its sick and its sad
this life that I've had
Ana's mom and her dad
are mad at my acts
and it's too bad
cuz looking back
how could I have done that
if I was with you in Texas?

April 20

Red spots, polka dots
a purple fox eating Lamb Chop
hot chick cops, panty drop,
we've been poking smots of lot
Red eyes, I bet I'm
less alive than a dead guy
petrified and mesmerized
time is but a guideline
I'm feeling the ceiling
Help I'm floating from the building
"What's the deal?" asks Jilly
nothing, we're just chilling
we're just killing brain cells
I hear imaginary bells
"Do you hear those bells?" I yell
hell, it was something else!
I try not to think about it,
that flavor all up in my mouth
it makes me wanna scream and shout
all about it
My fingertips roll it thick
I lick it so it sticks
ya that's the trick
now bring it to your lips

April 19

Best birthday wishes
misses Jillian listen
If it's less significant than christmas
it would be senseless!
my gift wont be tangible
but scandalous like an animal
in a candle lit tantric glow
it's pandemonium girl.
But I'm just getting up my hopes
as far as you know I suppose
hittin' another toke o' dro
and composing another flow
Gotta take a break
to say that yesterday
Young Jay made my day
he saved a scene from wanksta yanks
and in the back of my mind
and on my cellular line
there's this fine little dime
who continues to apologize
then she proceeds to read me
the complete biography
about some geek she dreams of meeting
when will she really see...

April 18

All it takes is an instant
for one to change and be different
and babe you're as innocent
as William J. Clinton
I'm sick of the bitchin'
and complaining so listen
we split for a minute
and I remain by my decision
but let's forget it
and keep on livin'
while I work
a twelve hour shift
I wanted with all of me
to accept your apology
til I realized you're probably
Not really that sorry
this wont be the last
laugh that you have
I'm collapsin' in sadness
stop this drama
stop this emotion
I need a backrub with lotion
and a vacation by the ocean

April 17

I kiss different lips
and grip different hips
still trying to be sensitive
to the miss I miss
ever since listenin'
to defenselessness
and "Let's forget all this"
but my forgiveness is spent
I feel no attraction
to the lass that's been flashin'
her assets but dammit
in all this baggage is no gladness
"Madness" some would say
"I'd pay to be in his place"
Well I'd trade it all away
for my baby to be straight
potatoe or tomatoe
to some, I'm captain Amaze-O
but I'm just numero nuevo
to the girl with the halo
I'm just feeling down
Girl lets work this out
I've been thinking about
how we used to love eachother

April 16

Hello today
it's not quite tommorow
goodbye yesterday
goodbye sorrows
I'll leave the pain
that makes my heart hollow
I'm looking for a dame
that digs my bravado
ten missed calls
from a Texan doll
I feel cold is all
in these tin walls
See me on these
yellow brick streets
winding underneath
the shadow of defeat
my feet beat
through dark green streams
as I meet disease
and creeps without teeth
leave my past
it seems I'm damned
to dream of peace
in the heart of this tin man

April 15

Red Vs. Blue
tints and hues
My Malibu's
on the zoo town cruise
what to choose?
orange or apple juice
whatever I do
will improve my mood
I got Fossil on the wrist
and a fourteen inch necklace
I need to clean the whip
after I finish breakfast
gotta pay the rent again
My wallets got a hole in it
but don't have a cow kid
reminiscent of Bart Simpson
you can judge the day
by the way
this lame rhyme makes
it appreciate

April 14

"Google search give me the truth"
I scream from the studio booth
"What do I mean to you?"
Dude, give me some proof
Jake's in the room
and he's bobbing his head
He just threw down a few
verses and Pallas is next
and I'm breaking my neck
cuz man what the heck
my lifes already wrecked
from the opposite sex
This music saved my soul
It's all I know, you know
cuz some girls are just crows
picking meat off my bones
I shouldn't complain
but it's hurting my brain
trying to explain
or entrain the disdain
I'll admit the fault of mine
cuz you're climbing through my mind
I'm trying to remind
myself you're fine but not divine.

April 13

If I died tommorrow
would you guys be startled?
this is no plight of sorrow
it's my drive to be known.
All I have is a mustard seed
and a penny to start a society
this is my rhythmic counseling
cuz thinkings got me faltering
I've been following dark offerings
my hearts sharply hardening
harboring this quizzical
cynical miracle it's disheartening
when giving up is all I've got
I'm not getting up, the pillows too soft
I'm not livin' up, I ought to be shot
I'm distraught
so I inhale deep and beg and plead
"Jesus stop being so mean to me"
I fail to see I'm incomplete
It's because of me I'm losing sleep
Maybe I'm the beast
baby get some sleep
think about these things
I'm praying we see peace.

April 12

It's too late to apologize
Just face up to all the lies
Change your life to make things right
and maybe we'll make up in time
I hate this feeling inside
I'm mainly dealing with spite
the pain runs through my veins
and reigns like termites
as yesterdays gray fades away
I'm amazed how love became hate
trying to evade the blame I remain
unable to explain or entrain the disdain
maybe its the best
babe take a breath
I know it's crazy yes
but it's just a waiting test
my jaw is open and I'm chokin'
tokin dope hoping this ocean
of emocean splits open like Moses
the fact of the matter
dammit I've never been sadder
and I hate that bastard
but I loved you before and after

April 11

Today was a straight trainwreck
far from painless, my dang brains messed
it was outrageous, the reason ranges
to calls from strangers, to being a player
I quit me and Ana's relationship
said "That's it" when some kid named Chris
answered her shit at four thirty six (A.M.)
and ran his lips, it's ridiculous
and she's promiscuous,
inconspicuously naughty
and misses is a delicious hotty
with a rockin' body
and well, it hurt like hell
it felt like my heart melt
at work they could tell
I was under a spell
Jillian thanks a million
for killin' the bad feelings
my heart was on a skillet
in a Sicilian pavillion
tonight I fight to close my eyes
surprise and lies occupy my mind
trying not to cry about the crime
just another rhyme in my hyphy life

April 10

Two more days in the pizza store
the snow storm makes me scorn
Al Gore and global warming
"What a whore" I retort
the board on the backdoor
was broken this morn
"It was hella hardcore"
said the police force report
at work Kyle drops a verse
pure about burning herb
Dan says it's the worst
he's heard, Im still unsure
and our credit slip quit
like is it the apocolypse
when it was fixed I went and kicked it
with Mr. Smith, the man the pimp

April 9

the past has proven
the fact or rulin'
after a day of laughs and goofin'
comes bad luck and losin'
It's on track to be true
The skies lacking in hue
I'm black and blue
from arguin with you
I love girls
with their tufts and curls
and cuts and pearls
but they're nuts like squirrels
if you are what you eat
Next thing the telephone rings
"Thanks for calling Little C's
How may I treat your every need?"
today surfaces new purpose
I wanna purchase new shirts
try to cure the sick and hurt
In a third world soul search
my lips kiss the delicious wind
I may never lick it again
following my vision wishing
it was simpler than this

April 8

Acting immature
is the cure to aging
I say as I skewer
a computer raging
I turn the page
figuring out the tax rebate
I was sure I'd make
or take more but okay
I have nothing to do at all
So I play some urban disc golf
Who's protocol calls
For jumping walls like outlaws
Halfway through April 8
I contemplate how next Tuesday
I'm moving away from this childs play
from frying pan to flames
Mike packs his Copenhagen
the smells permeating
Tony's decorating
his nails with black painting
Meanwhile I'm exterminating
Everyone in Halo I'm playing
they're complaining
I take first place

April 7

'97 Malibu with silver finish
that's Siditious
It tends to be my mission
to be different than statistics
In it's twelve inches
of hard hittin' bass
when it shakes and vibrates
it's retarding my face
the postal office lost my boxes
I'm bothered by this problem
but they treat it like nothin
like stealin condoms in Compton
I hiked a mountain and drowned in
the profound aura of clouds
away from loud sounds of the town
where one can just think "wow"
I called a war zone no toll
Toshiba's home in on the phone
Those chodes got me in a chokehold
til I start throwin blows like Hulk Hogan
"Run Them gators, spank them cakes"
Jake would say, as time evaporates.
Quite a day, even I must say
"God thanks", is what I pray

April 6

to be simple and sweet
todays word is defeat
I drop to the knees
and scream "Why Me?"
that's a little dramatic
but yesterdays antics
were far from fantastic
"Paper or plastic?"
that's what the cashier's asking
"It's just some candy!"
I reply while laughing.
but she still hands me a baggy.
I go to mom and pops
to eat some slop
dad busts my chops
bout my relationship with cops.
For all you apprehensive
I told Ana, we should end this
but then I repented
cuz I never really meant it.
My love for her is endless
and it leaves me defenseless
it would be a death sentence
misses if we were finished...

April 5

Obama's prominent comments comma
promises astonish us
meanwhile constant drama
and problems between me and Ana...
It's sad and tragic can't stand it
with every phone click my heart skips in panic
the landlady is demandin taxes
pardon my spanish but dammit!
It's strange this asian named Long Wang
said I was gay and had AIDS
it brightened my day in the strangest way
I dunno what to say
I look at the sky and realize
the sunshine always dries
the bad vibes of winter time
and reminds me it'll be alright.
Tonight me and Ana had a fight
cuz she lied about layin beside
another guy and I wont lie
it tried my pride.
Wiped tired I sigh
with black lines under my eyes
I drive fifty five and dive
in bed, turn out the lights.

April 4

I'm running on three hours of sleep
I even dream of sweet sleep
Sprinkling cheese at Lil C's
like a freakin pizza O.G.
I got stress impressed in my chest
Got my breast compressed under arrest
cuz my next steps a trek to Texas
to express who I love best
the studio's got my beats blarin'
but I'm still caring bout runnin errands
At Erics parents we're sharing
a flare like Red Barons
I stare blank at the screen
play a game or sixteen
wonder what Jake's doing
probably baking muffin cookies
It's Friday night right?
also known by party time right?
Bright flashing lights cant excite
me tonight, I'm dying inside
I look at the sky and realize
rains in sight and thunder might
come alive and light the night
but I close my eyes, goodnight.

April 3

In the big scheme of things
It seems today didn't need me
It seems I'm still breathing
but my being is pointless this evening.
With a J in between these
fingers I'm heating
and recieving disease, geez
kill me faster please?
The recording booth is in use
by some little blonde cutie
with some *achoo* big boobs
excuse my peripheral view please
screw these girls that cant sing
seriously, what are they thinking?
must be drinking or something
they should stick with lipsyncing
My phone rings discreetly
No point answering the thing
its probably Wells Fargo calling
bout beating me extremely
they say curiosity killed the cat
I laugh at that fact
I crack and think perhaps
It's Ana calling me back

April 2

Lord you and me lately
though I hate to face it
haven't been best mates
I just wanted to say thanks
for placing food on my plate
for the friends that remain
through the fire and flames
and for my family even though they're insane.
I've taken both hands for granted
I take it back for you Ana
a million ninja's and assasins
with cannons couldn't kidnap ya.
From Sacramento to Times Square
I cared for you there
there's nowhere, no airfare
that would make this pair solitaire.
I'm scared some billionaire
will have an affair with your curly hair
I couldn't bear the unfairness
I could never be repaired.
Don't give me back to me little miss
a little bit of a little kiss
Is all that's on my Christmas list
I can't live without your oxygen.

April 1

I think the snows about to end
nevermind it's snowing again
I punch snowmen in the chin
with their demented snowmen grins...
Through achoos and bless you's
hot yoohoo and tomatoe soup
I thought the weather was gonna improve
but April Fools! You can wait until June!
Today is poop, I'm in a bad mood
and Ana's mad too, at my attitude
I have to cool before I lose
my moral views and come unglued.
I rock the socks
off the studio box
they talk me into one more song
so I drop this like a tomahawk
"We blazin' this place hazy baby
and animating the painting,
it's crazy how my brains vacating
and escaping my body"
and through all this fun
I couldn't overcome
how bummed I was about Ana,
my sherbet morning sun