This was on the computer dated a few years ago. I remember delivering it once or twice at a few Voices Merging open mics.

Ourselves
United as Parcels
Hate
One part per thousand kills
Scientific facts cuz im rhyming like that
The influence of Lewinsky is we get sidetracked
I hit right back with bars of rain
I give stars their names
Spray on the cars of train
MY PAIN
So they can hear echoing down the avenue

Let thought simmer thru your draft brew
And see how
I beat beats down
Until my own pain seep out
And how the hill was too steep until now
Sweat still on his brow
Won’t aknowledge my own doubt
One crack in the façade and whole flow is thrown out
Go wild now while
There’s such thing as low brow
Oh how
You need to get the hell out
I never thought I’d ever see the black eyed peas sell out
But it’s not an excuse
This is not a knot in a noose
This is too much pot and the truth
A long way from girls hopscotch in my youth
Know they rock rocks
And got stock options to boot
The overall from Oshkosh got you thru
Now it too much scotch and schnapps in the
Booth

Here’s a rap from a piece of paper I found when cleaning my room. Must be from about two years ago

I was born by the river
with a sigh and a shiver
came into this world high on deliver

took my first twelve steps
in my first twelve months
didn’t need training wheels
i only fell once

moments hours alone in my room

on time out, until high noon

quiet moments led to contemplation

nights alone when I studied the constellations

Written on the back of my ex-ex-bosses business card I found on the floor of my room and is at least 3 years old:

I pack Magnums, and not just my Sharpie/
A Scanner Darkly/
Spark trees/
that give me
heart disease/
Even lil wayne ain’t as Weezy as me
I can’t help it i need to be free

There was no more room to fit anything else, I write kinda big/sloppy

Vision is
Riddalin
like the dude on the roof fiddling
make you jump through the hoops trying to spit with him
unseen or heard
on scenes I’m heard
by geeks and nerds
Hip Hop hipsters
who light lighters
and crack there beers
after weeks and tears
and feats they feared
were conquered by their aching spirit
and now they deserve a cigarette
taste the life they sacrificed to get
rolling through without repent
getting drunk, giving their two cents
tragic in a romantic sense
weekend after weekend spent
getting bent
thinking were free
cage gets tighter
reminds me of she
how are embrace was hard like night
mind felt open but my chest felt tight
knowing each moment is death or life
hoping I guess the question right…
knowing a true answer is out of sight…

Vision The Kid 2010

The 12 Step Program Mixtape

Now I know I’ve stopped doing the Rap A Day Thing…for now. And I know I haven’t explained any reason for any of this…yet.

I will get to these matters soon but right now, just know:

VISION THE KID @ BBC Tomorrow Night.
Milwaukee, WI.
Doors @ 10 pm.

BIG CAPTION Mixtape Release Show featuring Royal Fam, Ill B, Ecko and DJ Tyme on the Ones and Twos.

Oh yeah, and I’ll be playing with a live drummer.

Hasta Luego,

Vision The Kid