A Poem Called: The Beautiful Uncontrolled Nonsense

When you realize your life is a continuous illusion
Once the truth hits, you will be stuck in great confusion
It infest your atmospheric mind with a false pollution
Being a complex problem, without a correct solution
Once your intelligence is great enough to comprehend
Once your maturity is great enough to truthfully understand
Once your personal growth strives for a revelation to begin
Unexpected information is received, making you lost again
So instead of living your life, you simply sit back and analyze
Instead of pursuing perfection, you simply admire and glorify
Plus when people question your livelihood, you shamefully apologized
Until on that gloomy morning, when the light hits your eyes
And you finally realize
And finally recognize
Your understanding on life comes from personal experiences
Its been a growing realization since we were infants
So instead of trying to understand on why things simply don’t make since
Try to love and enjoy our lives fueled by the uncontrolled nonsense

A song called: Sweet Charlotte

his is a serious song about my home town of Charlotte/Huntersville North Carolina. I hope you enjoy. The lyrics explane themselves. Btw, Fuck James Taylor, my song about my home is better....lol.

Verse 1:

Walking alone, down the Ol' Statesville tracks
Pondering past actions, that time can never turn back
I want to look forward, but the future is so unknown
I might be totally lost, but I know Carolina is home

Bridge:

And when I'm so lonely
No one by my side
And when I'm so down
Without an ounce of pride
I stop to realize, one thing will always be
I know I'll have sweet Charlotte, The Queen City

Verse 2:

I would confess my soul, to the girl around the corner
Failing to realize, that she too was a loner
You can hear the best advice, ever known to man
But unless you truely listen, you'll never understand

**Bridge repeats**

Chorus (Repeat Twice):

Sweet Charlotte, Oh Sweet Charlotte
I know you always stay true
Sweet Charlotte, Oh Sweet Charlotte
Life's more special because of you

Verse 3:

And I'll smoke those cigerettes, once again
Thinking about life, while i gaze at Lake Norman
And I know there is not much, I can do
Except simply to my own self, I'll be true

*Bridge Repeats*

*Chorus Repeats 3x*

Outro:

Because of you Sweet Charlotte
Life's more special because of you.

A Poem Called: Their's A Monster Inside

This is about the power of music. The power of lyrics. The power of drums, guitar, base, beat programs or anything that uses music as a for of self expression and creativity. Music is the best form of therapy, laughter is second, and this is coming form a psychology major. When your happy you listen to happy music. When your sad, sad music, angry, angry music or want to get stoned Dr. Dre's The Chronic (had to throw in a lame joke). No matter what or who you listen to, music is the best medicine.

Their's A Monster Inside

Their's a monster inside, that I try to hide
That I just don't want to come out
Theirs a monster inside, that I try to hide
That makes me want to scream and shout
I don't know where it's from, but it could be the sum
Off all this bullshit I suppressed for years
I don't know where it's from, but it could be the sum
Of all this bottled anger and hidden tears
Oh how I try to ignore, but its getting harder more
So i hide it with a fake smile
Oh how I try to ignore, but its getting harder more
I guess since my luck been down for a while
I want a release, for an unselfish peace
So I write out down with words
I want a release, for an unselfish peace
So my self expression could be heard
Their's a monster inside, that try to hide
So I let it go when the lyrics come out
Theirs a monster inside, that i try to hide
So instead i sing and shout

So when you stay awake all night thinking about North Meck High School, you realize some things.

Ol' North Meck High School. 3000 kids went there in 2007. Over 625 in my senior class. 4 years of my life that I love, hated, cherished, regretted, value, could of cared less about, changed, yet not changed, but most importantly taught me lessons to make me grow up.

Going to school with kids who you will remain life long friends with, and also kids who were to get struck by lighting you would secretly think that Karma is a bitch (but of course not wish that upon them). Relationships which you were in though would be the end of the world at that time of that break up, now realize how unimportant that fling was in the whole scheme of things. Good friendships you though wouldn't end did because it was your fault you wronged them and others that you ended because they wronged you. Then other good friendships just ended because people simply drift apart.

Some kids starting playing sports because they loved the game, some kids started playing sports because they just wanted the jersey, but a lot though it would improve their changed of losing their V-card. But does it matter why u started playing because the friends you made wearing that viking uniform were your family at that time during that season. Even though you hated or loved the coaches....they gave you some damn good advice at times. You probably wanted to kill one of your teammate at one point of the season, but 3 games later that same person saved the day and you loved them for that one play. The passion of sports is equal at professional and high school levels.

Clubs. Did you join because you actually wanted to be in it, or, just wanted your high school application to look impressive. Did you only go to one meeting, or win at nationals at Deca? From having clubs range from like 6 to 404 kids, if you really wanted to kill some time after school, it was there with probably something that interest you.

Now classes, where everyone had to sit there for 90 minutes either taking notes to save your life, or cheating off of the girl in front of you. Like it or not, English and Health class was the "melting pot" of viking nation. Popular girl, video game nerd, pot head, jock, emo, gangsta, and the smart kid all sat in the same row. But the funny thing is how do you label someone if they fall into multiple category. We said we didn't label people, but we did. Look around at lunch tables and you could assume what they did in their spare time.And do forget going through those phases in high school, I know I went through about 4 of them. But the ironic thing about "fitting in" is that no matter what pointless high school stereotypes said you were in, you didn't fit in unless you were around your real friends.

Now teachers. Some had influential roles as mentors to you. Others you totally forgot taught you even if they fell on top of you. Were they hard or a joke? Did they care about their job? Were they even hooking up with one another? They all taught us something important, not about their subject, but about life in a positive or negative way.

Now grades. Now does B in chemistry your softmore year honestly have any real importance in the long run of you life. Probably not. But whether your grades got you in to UNC, ECU, or CPCC defiantly do have great importance in your life in the long wrong. Its funny how if you wanted to be a A, C, or went to the woods during class effected your future so much.

At the end of it all, I'm happy how it turned out. Anyone reading this will probably have a different opinion of me in high school because everyone knew me different some how. We could of been best of friends, classroom associates, or you judged me based or immature things I did years ago and never said a single word to me. Do I care about your opinion? Honestly probably not. That is because those 4 years strongly made me who I am today and the only opinion about me that matters is the one of myself.

I don't know what your gonna get from this if you read it. I just wanted to share my thoughts a school that we are going to remember in so many ways for the rest of our lives.

A Rap Called: Lyrical Punch Lines

This is a Rap focused on punch lines. You will realize i was highly influenced by Immortal Technique while writing this....lol...enjoy.

Intro:

I'm sick and tired of MC dumbing down music now a days....well....i guess i have to change that.

Verse 1:

Devin Phillips is here again with another lyrical masterpiece
Unlike the American School System, my Genius won’t decrease.
I’ll come destroy your life worst then Meth heads in the Heartland
While be more influential to rap then opium in Afghanistan.
Im gonna spit some intelligent references for you in this song.
This will confuse you more than a toddler hitting a Roar Bong.
Unlike crack in the 80’s, you shouldn’t be trying me.
Cuz ill leave your soul more torn then what America was over slavery.
I have the mind of a Conquistador, my pride can’t become greater.
And I can be more ruthless then a Central American Dictator.
My words will spread like AIDS on the Continent of Africa
While they turn your stomach inside out like more than Salmonella
And ill stay true to my word, unlike Catholic Priest who aren’t celibate.
Just like the G.O.P. now in congress, your opinion of me won’t mean shit.
Ill destroyed everything you worked for like it was Poland in 1945.
And unlike a teenage criminal in Texas, you will not stay alive.
If your mom had$700, you would have been gone before the 2nd trimester.
But she didn’t, now I can fuck you life up more than an A.I.G. investor.
Like a Middle Eastern profit, my words can become divine.
So snort up these Coke covered words for my lyrical punch lines.

Chorus x 2:

If you wanna battle, lets, go, lets the punches roll.
But before you step in this ring, I just want you to know.
I might be nice, goofy, an awkard, but you gotta understand.
If you wanna challenge me to a rap, you be a fuckin dead man.

Verse 2:

If you wanna challenge me, like the Berlin wall ill make you crumble.
Unlike Gandhi or Mandela, I choose not to have myself be humble.
Like potatoes did to Ireland, I'll force you to leave your birthplace.
And like a comment by Bill O’Reilly, you will be left in bad taste.
Cuz like Government grown Cannabis, I spit some dank shit.
I’ll even befriend you, and then give you a small pox blanket.
Unlike Ancient Rome, going against me isn’t a Democracy at all.
Cuz you’re a innocent citizen and I am Government Marshal Law.
Like lookin for the fountain of youth, your goals won’t be achieve.
Like a UFO sighting, beating me is something no one will ever believe.
Cuz I will fight to the end, like I’m an Ancient Greek Spartan.
And like Kim Jong Il, no one gives a fuck what you startin.
Like in the French Revolution, ill leave you dead by the Guillotine.
And just like Nazi Propaganda films, I choose to be obscene
Cuz I’m addicted to rap more than Heroin to those Junkies.
And I’m more controversial then Darwin theories of Monkeys
So don’t make the mistake like Columbus did discovering the new world.
Cuz unlike Charles Mansions Ideology, my thoughts aren’t absurd.
One day I’m gonna blow up more than Normandy's beachfront Mines.
Because unlike Soviet food, you don’t have wait for lyrical punch lines.

Chorus x 3:

If you wanna battle, lets, go, lets the punches roll.
But before you step in this ring, I just want you to know.
I might be nice, goofy, an awkard, but you gotta understand.
If you wanna challenge me to a rap, you be a fuckin dead man.

A Rap Called: Queen City State Of Mind

Billy Joel came up with the original. Nas stole it in 1993. Jay-Z stole it in 2009. I stole it in 2010. Enjoy.

Queen City State of Mind

Verse 1

Yeah
Yeah I come from Crown Town
H-ville where you can find me
Land of stoner white kids
Who be bumpin Weezy
I be Chilin at the Dragon

You know what I'm sayin
(I know what your saying)
Hanging out on Central
All of the Indie Scene (How you been)
New Music From Lunch Box
Fried Pickles From the Penguin
Gettin my Education
Right off of 49
Drinkin PBR at B-Dubs, Wasting my study time
Crusin down Tryon
Don't Make a wrong turn
Entering Hidden Valley
(Driving Lesson is learned!!!)
Yeah I'm from that Q. C.
Home Town Hero Rick Flair
And K.C. and Jojo
But nobody really cares
Southern Girls are so fine
Liquor Mixed with Cheerwine
Killin Your Liver
Drunken State at Whiskey River
Fuck, I got kicked out
End up at a Waffle House
............my fair weather attitude shows I"M MOST DEFINITELY FROM

Chorus

Charlotte
Its simply just a Southern Bell,
That we all know to well
Now you're in Charlotte
Most of us are from out of State
But somehow we all relate
Let's Here it for Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte



Verse 2

Were comin up yall
Catch me at the nosebleeds at the Bobcats game
Not many people wear orange though, i hate to say it but it's true
Most Wear Carolina Blue, and I guess Duke too
Drive down 74, Independence is what the call it
East Charlotte is the Melting Pot
Immigrants selilin there food
Vietnamese is so good
The home of Bo Jo's
Sweet Tea, Tail Gate, Briskets, Cant Hate
And Northern transplants soon forget how they used act
Go out to the Westside, Smokin Blunts to kill time
Blasting there systems, while playing Bettie Grind
A house on Lake Norman, I know I got it made
A job at Duke Energy, I know I'm gettin paid
3 interstates
And a light rail
Speed Street Weekend, Billy Gram preaching against hell
Bank of America, Bring back the Hornets
Fuck Jake Delhome though
I'm from the Largest Small town thats

Chorus

Charlotte
Its simply just a Southern Bell,
That we all know to well
Now you're in Charlotte
Most of us are from out of State
But somehow we all relate
Let's Here it for Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte

Verse 3

Skyline is Growing
Locals needs new maps
The city streets change names quick
The streets are lines with new buildings
A little revitalization, then gentrification became worst
Were Southern Royalty
The city's symbol is a crown
On street signs all over town
And In the winter and its snows all the locals freak out
its no more an Evangelical City without sin
Underworld is growing, its just hidden within
Transportation fuckin sucks, need a car to get out
Nobody rides cats,a pointless bus route
Banking to the city was our savior
But the bailout can't save you when your job ends
Came here for Dad's Job, graduated to the college life
Plus everyone here is addicted to sweet tea
Yet our town hasn't came home as a champion
Yet the city heals my pain, don't need oxycotton

Chorus

Charlotte
Its simply just a Southern Bell,
That we all know to well
Now you're in Charlotte
Most of us are from out of State
But somehow we all relate
Let's Here it for Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte


Charlotte
Its simply just a Southern Bell,
That we all know to well
Now you're in Charlotte
Most of us are from out of State
But somehow we all relate
Let's Here it for Charlotte, Charlotte, Charlotte

A Poem Called : The Ballad of Irrelevant Oppression

This poem is about the human tendency to blame anything and everything but yourself in any given situation. Blaming your unhappyness on things like the government, a romantic parterne, your job, and your family is extremely easy for anyone to do. Yet, trying to blame your own self for being in anygiving situation can be one of the harders thigns a person can do. But facing yourself in the mirror is necessary if you want anything in your life to change. Enjoy.

It’s spending most of our days.

Running away from the past.

It’s stopping to fear the future.

Just to simply let the present bypass,

It’s the resentment of the kinfolk.

It’s the jealousy fueling sibling rivalry.

It’s failing to live up to those expectations.

It’s becoming the black sheep in your family.

It’s the people that leave when you at your worst,

That avoids extending a hand to help you up rise.

It’s when they come back around when you’re doing well.

It’s all those conditional relationship that I despise.

Its Judaism, Buddhism, Hinduism, Catholicism,

Its Islam, Atheism, Protestantism, and Daoism

It’s fighting those inner demons that live within.

It’s seeing the hypocrisies in every religion.

Its Marxism, Stalinism, Socialism, Communism.

It’s Anarchism, Totalitarianism, Utopianism, Capitalism.

It’s the tools of control to regulate a society.

It understands the flaws in every political philosophy.

It’s the Social Regulations, Elections and the Representation,

It’s the people having no will to change the nation.

It’s Americana slowly becoming a nightmare.

It’s why so many have given up on the dream

It’s all the robots in our systematic society.

It’s their struggle to maintain a nine to five.

It’s why they’re slowly dying on the inside.

It’s why they don’t feel alive. ]

It’s all of those naive idealists.

It’s all of those cynical realists.

It’s the majority that’s apathetic.

It’s why people fail to coexist.

It’s the blissfulness of success.

It’s the rawness of rock bottom.

It’s the nonchalant of mediocre

Is what the majority will endure.

It’s the anger, the frustration, the depression

It’s masked by our plastic reputation

It’s a smile, a wave, a “hey how are you”.

It’s constantly repeated until the day is through.

It’s the cigarettes smoke filling our lungs.

It’s the lines of coke and marijuana shot guns.

It’s the beer, the wine, and shots of bourbon.

It’s bottling up those repressed emotions.

It’s the fear of commitment.

It’s the bitter resentment.

It’s the temporary satisfaction of casual sex.

It’s all produced from the fear of loneliness

It’s the self-worth produced by money.

It’s the self-esteem created by outer beauty.

It’s projecting a false since of authority.

It’s having all those trivial insecurities.

It’s running away from your identity.

It’s sacrificing your individuality.

It’s attempting to changing personality.

It’s the comfort of conformity.

It’s blaming the things I cannot control.

It’s blindly criticizing everything I know.

It’s judging the credibility of the human race.

It’s the issues that people dare not to face.

It’s everything except me.

It’s everything except me.

It has to be everything except me.

It really cannot be me.

BUT GOD DAMN IT!!!!

I’m reluctant to admit it!!!

And I’m Hate to say it!!!

The problem I face is

………………Me.

God Damn It.

The Problem I face is me.