THE CHRONICLES OF KRIZZY

You don’t feel me, I know you hear the poverty. 

Steering through years of falsely accusing the tears, I’ve jotted these,

rhymes no one clearly offers to read.

And a heart that has gone through an impoverished college degree,

Lost so many phones I appear a monitored impostor to scheme, 

But my posture disappears consciously,

I created my own squad because I wasn’t acknowledged properly,

Who needs to be on a ball team, if they can’t feel your defeat, cerebral palsy,

In possession of a list of monsters responsible for sponsored debree that no longer respond to me. 

I guess I made it huh.

At home splintering through a living room full of elephants it’s so unusual to address. 

My boss intrudes my cubicle looking through my music so impressed,

Trying to be a producer but loosely getting used to perusing consumers digest.

Won’t encourage working on belligerently drunk foreign exchange students unless,

They agree there’s nothing cute about being a beautiful mess.

Now the rumors suggest, I should accomplish what I’m striving for.

Don’t have the nerve to respond with a rejection letter, I’m inclined to inquire why I’m even fucking applying for.

I bleed and suffer, the blind leading the blind, I’m a speedy runner.

Sometimes I have trouble discussing whether or not stevie wonders if he’s really stevie wonder.

Please be subtle. It’s not a good morning for peasants, but they still utter good night king.

The united states was a plane, but its landing has been damaged by its right-wing.

There are no answers to the traffic supplanting the canvas in which Mike thinks.

Well, tomorrow it begins. Well, Monday rather. I don’t know where exactly to begin lol. I mean, wow. 3 and a half years down, and I’m finally about to graduate. My academic career speaks for itself, but it’s not exactly the education which pertains to my adolescence period. It was always more about the moments. The memories I’ve shared at college will stay with me forever. There were times I felt like an absolute king, taking in bliss and immortality. There were other times I felt like a disgruntled peasant, embracing pain and defeat with immense distress. I had a conversation with a good friend of mine about a month ago. We were sitting down, cooked up some shit, scrolling through netflix, just reminiscing, mutually enjoying the nostalgia in our voices. We brought up the idea about what if our younger selves could see what we’ve become now, particularly a hypothetical situation where freshman us could somehow analyze the senior us. He stated that the freshman me would be proud: accomplished two mixtapes, performed shows, maintained a decent GPA, pseudo-relationships experienced, adversity narrowly escaped — narrowly solidified, a body weight of 188 lbs, a height of six feet, benching 225 lbs after not being able to bench 125 when entering college, great relationship with family, and the ability to not only cope with loneliness, but also the ability to be happy alone. And although at times I question everything, and experience nightmares about the stories I’ve only been able to share with a few trustworthy souls, I wake up every morning ready to take on the next challenge. The accomplishments that lie ahead of me are waiting for a sign of life. Here it is, an optimistic yet cynical entry; in other words, I’ve sustained this level of exposure for years, and by me reiterating the same principles with a higher level of execution, it proves that I have remained in this continuum above nothing else. The cynic inside me will continue on until I die, but the optimism, which should be a hopeful reminder of my character, will reside in this story long after I’m gone. Long after my bones disintegrate. I’ve spent two decades trying to shape myself into becoming someone you all, including my parents, my peers, and my superiors, and especially society, will admire and love. All that I have faced, for the majority, has been rejection. I’m no longer afraid of my downfall. Go ahead. Reject me. All that it does is rekindle the ember patiently resting in my heart. I am finally ready to admit my flaws, embrace my pain, go to combat with my strengths, and take on this world. Your arrogance and indifference has only made me stronger. It has equipped me with the necessary tools to embrace my fears; furthermore, for 21 and a half years, I’ve been the sleeping giant. Today, I awake. 

This will be my first ‘real’ post of my new and unimproved blog lol. 

The Chronicles of Krizzy, my tumblr, a blog I have owned for the past three years, will now be going through a reconstruction phase. It is time to turn this blog into a serious column, one that will include my examinations of the political and entertainment world, particularly that of U.S. foreign policy, the rap industry — which will include reviews, and the world of films, which will also include reviews and analyses. If my goal is to utilize aspects of writing in my career then I might as well start writing with correct grammar and punctuation. None of us can stop or impede the internet, or other technological advancements which have shaped our lives. Because heretofore it is true, then we might as well work with the system and try to reform. This will be my attempt at reforming the world I so viciously hate. 

i am about to go harder than i ever have.

I’ve come to the conclusion writing isn’t in my destiny.

It was meaningless, all the memories of it expecting it to be meant to be.

I know rewinding time is useless if your eyes aligned won’t remember me.

Especially, since all that’s left for me are right-wing celebrities.

I philosophize, about victories and how I skipped on the prize.

Shits locked inside, like constipated pockets dried.

Houston, we have a problem, comparable to foster’s slides.

My #1 was a fluke, hey at least the copper tried. I was never a baby, mama, the doctor lied.

I need a light like the board that the proctor shines, fuck that.

My life started at 20 like a touchback. 

Which means I’ve only been living for 24 months.

But I’ve been smoking for 72, at least plenty more blunts,

would substitute for the disease any stretchy whore grunts,

I haven’t got a break yet, can someone please get me more lunch?

and 2012 here, shit, God can you please let me tour once?

I exited the back whenever any storm struck,

For all the entrances my messy dorm lucked,

I just hope on that morning they’ll regret and mourn us.

I’m saying, the recipe to success is an open secret.

I wanted to be RUN DMC, I should’ve worn adidas.

My mother no longer thins I was born a genius. 

Cause I don’t have any balls anymore and the door just broke my penis.

I adored the weakness, of being stored on the floor, in a position comparable to a homeless fetus.

A lonely behemoth rose to the shore of beaches.

Only to ignore the performance of his important agreements.

Bitch please, you know how many individuals I no longer speak with?

I hope that I’m an elephant but with a lion’s scruff.

And these movies will help me transform into Shia Lebaeuf.

All the lies I construct, should be held hostage in private for brunch.

Before rhinoceros punks, 

Try to apply my demise for a prize in a cup, fuck it, I’m not snitching you’re better off letting me die in the trunk.

I’m sick of doing the saving, sometimes I just want to feel like private ryan for once.

Have people come and try to protect me from harm.

Instead of deadly retards questioning my every arm.

Waking up to every alarm.

I know I gotta wake up, I’m just waiting for the perfect moment,

why do you think I was resting at prom?

Bitches trying to lock me up saying ‘but you look sexy in orange.’

Sometimes I just want to quit and say forget trying.

Or just lie about thinking I’ll go undefeated like Rex Ryan.

Fuck it, you know what? I’m the next giant.

No more getting hickeys from depressed clients,

I regret em so much I feel like my neck’s cryin’

It’s time to approach life from a different view.

I’ve been ridiculed in interviews 

but I won’t stop answering the questions that I have no idea what to sentence to.

See that was a grammatical error.

Fuck writing. I stick to rhyming because with rapping I’m better.

I’m fluent, and congruent. 

And the biggest difference? Rest assure or rest to it.

There’s another planet out there that will accept us distressed students.

But unlike Nasa,

With rap I don’t have enough space to invest in ex-cuses.