Episodes

  • American Refugee Live From Sky Tower

    American Refugee Live From Sky Tower
    Nov 11 2024
    American Refugee Live From Sky TowerAmerican Refugee Part 1: Waking UpHead feels like a ton of bricks,Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,Where have I awoken,What country am I in,Who was that girl last night,Why did I choose to go through it again,When will I finally say enough is enough,Enough is enough,Why does the poison taste like medicine,I love everything that hates me,Alcohol and cigarettes,Promiscuous girls wanna date me,But only for a night and then a day of regrets,Eating sushi,In the center at the top of the pyramid,This is the life,Point blank period,Hamachi ahi,Uni unagi,We eat everything,Up until the last big fish in all the 7 seas,7 seas 7 sins at the table gambling’,Wash it all down with all green everything,Green dollars green grass green eyes green tea,From poor to rich tables turn lights switch look how the pendulum swings,It's 113 degrees here in Sin City,Can we at least admit that something's wrong,The mass media is an encyclopedia of trivial distractions,Same old dance and song,Who cares about a couple of convicts or the size of Lebron's d!ck,We're all lost at sea and can't see the coming storm,A night was had dancing music flirting new friends,We're all in it together a glorious moment with people from all over the world,We were on top of the world,Surfin on a rocket on cloud 9 with some fine felines,Bumping beats with a pocket full of sunshine,Flashing lights and flashy ladies,Drinks on me,No, literally, "drink's on me.”.American Refugee Part 2: Top of The PyramidEating sushi in the center at the top of the pyramid,This is the life point blank pyramid,Built on the back of high hopes and low self esteem,Where every game is fixed and sits upon a million broken dreams,See,I've seen a man lose everything due to his greed,In the passionate pursuit of his wants,He seemed to have lost all his necessary needs,See,This is Vegas baby,Where bad things seem good,And good things seem shady,Though luckily,I've mastered the art of the sin,So I rarely play,And when I do I play to win,Loaded dice cards up my sleeve,I know the dealer plus I paid off the magician,For I am one of those that made it,To the top of the pyramid,So now I sit in a penthouse suite with a sweet freak between my sheets at the Luxor,I told you before this is the life point blank pyramid,Hahahahaha,Head feels like a ton of bricks,Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,California draught Texas floods,Possessive lust disguised as love,Disgusted but what can any of us do about it,The truth is we've got to stop talking and be about it,And that is the fundamental problem,Plus Luciferian false prophets profess hedonistic linguistics,On various obsolete topics,As artificial mystics with marketable gimmicks,Break the rules and the lines of scrimmage,This is serious in all seriousness,Still we try to ignore it all and fill in the hole with alcohol and other various intoxicants,That is the elephant in the room,We are all consumers consumed,We are slaves that dig our own graves,And build our own tombs,We can Tivo a TV show and that can be saved,But we can not seem to save our own souls,My heart has some holes,No clouds in LA just that ominous haze,113 degrees in the shade,As the Luciferian prophets are praised,And we don't care about the world as long as we're getting paid,Only when the last tree has died,The last river has been poisoned,And the last fish has been caught,Will we realize we can't eat money,And we know all of this deep within ourselves,That's why we feel uneasy and anxious,Because we have no one left to blame but ourselves,So we log onto Facebook,Searching for some kind of company and salvation,Some words to guide us and pass the time,Some voyeuristic advice and definitive direction,But the revolution won't be televised,Online on the internet what do we really find,Just words and some pictures,Humankind homogenized,And infidel idols idolized,While copycat killers copyright what was one ritualized,And what's left of Mother Nature becomes industrialized,Hot as Hell still the temperature continues to rise,It's 113 degrees here in Sin City,Can we at least admit that something's wrong,The mass media is an encyclopedia of trivial distractions,Same old dance and song,Head feels like a ton of bricks,Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps,Head feels like a ton of bricks,Trying to retrace my mis-stepped steps!,Will anyone go with me?.American Refugee Part 3: Exodus I came to this country to escape Hollywood,Where I was trapped in its trapped trappings,Trapped in its clubs,Trapped in its women,Trapped in its drugs,Trapped in its cliches,So why is it I find myself on the other side of the world,At a club with some women on drugs trapped in the same cliches?Same sh!t different country,I guess you can take boy outta LA,But you can’t take the LA outta the boy,I am the world’s first American refugee,Except I didn’t come on a boat in ragged clothes clinging to my body,And ragged hopes clinging to my psyche,I came on a plane ...
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    41 mins
  • 📝🙉🙈💉 What Words? Hello? Is This Thing On? 📝🙉🙈💉

    📝🙉🙈💉 What Words? Hello? Is This Thing On? 📝🙉🙈💉
    Mar 4 2023

    What Words


    What words are left,

    that haven’t already been said,

    it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

    no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,


    no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

    stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

    no one pays any attention or any mind,

    we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead,


    we’re all Agoraphobic, most too scared to leave home,

    doing paranoia aerobics, getting their anxieties toned,

    won’t come in contact with anyone unless vaxx’d up,

    mask up eyes down mask up face down,


    fearing thy neighbor instead of loving thy neighbor,

    no eye contact just contact tracing history erasing,

    it’s a psy-op to harvest patients with no patience,

    while two sides of the same coin continue debating,


    genetic memories lost as our time gets harvested,

    forgetting that news companies are big businesses,

    & just like big pharma their bottom line is profit making,

    the fine lines blur between national & corporate interests,


    this feels like a futuristic dystopian sci-fi flic,

    this feels like an episode of The Twilight Zone,

    where we don’t even converse with other humans,

    & all communications are done through our phones,


    it’s got me feeling like a Reality Refugee,

    who’s fled this Neo-Techno Matrix of Monotones,

    searching for someone somewhere authentic,

    where people still talk & emotions are still shown,


    take a good around you,

    let’s play a not so little game,

    how many people can you have a conversation with,

    without it feeling awkward or at least kinda strange?


    But hey what do you expect when no words are left,

    that haven’t already been said,

    it’s as if everyone’s gone deaf,

    no patience left to hear anyone else’s perspective,


    no one’s in their right mind no one has the time,

    stroking their egos to fear porn everyone is on edge,

    no one pays any attention or any mind,

    we’ve checked out & left the rest of the world for dead…
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    6 mins
  • BetaVerse #5 Alright Ok Ok That's Cool

    BetaVerse #5 Alright Ok Ok That's Cool
    Aug 13 2022

    💃🏻🪩🕺🏻 lyrics lyrics lyrics

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    5 mins
  • 🪩🌊👙🏖 Venice Beach Clear Mind 🪩🌊👙🏖

    🪩🌊👙🏖 Venice Beach Clear Mind 🪩🌊👙🏖
    Jul 31 2022

    Venice Beach [79]

    Took a walk through Venice today,

    after a talk with Ryron Gracie at Jiu Jitsu class, shoes off, to my left is sand, to my right is waves, trying to slow down when life moves too fast,

    walking along that place where sand meets waves, shirtless bad boys skate & flirtless good girls rarely behave, past heartbeats & heartbreaks, picnics & surf breaks, past placards for posters, posers & actors on rollerblades,

    I purify my mind, from Venice Beach to Santa Monica Pier, because shady characters can make it difficult to see clear,

    a Mannish Boy navigating Muddy Waters in troubled times, surrounded by folks but somehow I know we’re all all alone, I see the pain that hides in vain behind every Botox smile,

    I know it’s been awhile, “Hello hello is this thing on?”,

    got the green light, so now I’m speaking to the blue light, girl just so you know “You don’t have to put on the red light.”, & she’s not Roxanne nor The Police but she’s got it poppin’, so much so that it’s midday but tempted to take some bedtime, I’m tired anyways, lethargic, ready to retreat like my hairline, I’m tired, guarded, feeling defeated Lord please take me home, cary me, to the home I had before all of this, I’m over all of it, it’s all politics, 4D chess, levels on levels zones in zones,

    THH3 273 ∆

    on another level with other soul brother rebels,

    & gifted sisters from other misters zoning out in The Zone, investing with whales swimming with sharks catching waves, inking with squids playing with dolphins surfing Google Chrome, yeah sure sometimes I think this life’s not worth the trouble, even though I’ll admit it’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever known,

    I mean it’s a miracle that we were even born,

    they say odds of being born are 1 in 400 trillion,

    so even when I’m down & out I don’t check out, performing live now the most interesting script ever written, the best love ever made a page in the greatest story ever told, the most incredible song ever heard in this absurd system,

    in this insane existence, sometimes nothing makes sense,

    I mean what the fck is this, is it even any of my business, in line outta my mind, I’ve just arrived at The Skate Park, posting up on a rail, watching the sun set in Venice, California that is not Italy, same empire different century, exhausted from beach walking & washing off the filthiness, watching kids do kick flips, turning adversity into opportunity, skate or die do or try, life’s what happens while planning it,

    this sunset, on Venice Beach is absolutely magnificent, the colors are lovely, more Godly than gaudy,

    he who hesitates is lost, can’t live tomorrow today,

    so I’m coming without hesitation, for whoever sends for me, don’t have to RSVP, don’t care if you’re socially awkward,

    THH3 274 ∆

    just leave your ego at the door when you come in the party,

    & yeah it’s all almost over,

    but hey we can still have some fun,

    so pick your medicinals, yoga, smoke, liquor or other, & let’s get it started now because it’s all almost done.

    Wow,

    what incredible sights, what surreal extravagant schemes, neon tones of exuberance, fuchsias eggplants & pinks,

    I think this piece has less points than an anorexic that’s obese, but that’s okay because at least it feels good to read,

    they say life is the journey not the destination, but either way, please tell me what you think this is & exactly what you mean, do you believe we can cooperate or must we always compete, in too deep in this empire of concrete in a city on the beach, sometimes you need to get out of your head & go for a walk, just so you can get some fresh air & have room to breathe,

    which is why I took a walk through Venice today, after a talk with Ryron Gracie at Jiu Jitsu class, shoes off, to my left is sand, to my right is waves, trying to slow down when life moves too fast...
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    10 mins
  • 🌟 BetaVerse 4 Remember Your Soul 🌟

    🌟 BetaVerse 4 Remember Your Soul 🌟
    Apr 15 2022

    I Wish

    I wish I could explain everything I feel,

    I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are,

    how all your scars are beauty marks,

    how you are perfect in your imperfections,

    as we go off on some and go online for none,

    slowly becoming immersed in a virtual reality that isn’t ours,

    please before we go remember our soul,

    remember the ones that loved you before it was all done,

    I am shouting out loud but you don’t hear me in the crowd,

    lost in the sauce no one is boss,

    we are soldiers that forgot,

    what we are fighting for,


    lost our way in the search to find meaning,

    we should learn how to love every human being,

    there are no more borders nor pecking orders,

    there is only the moment that most call the now,


    how can we get back,

    to a place we never found,

    anyways whatever we all have our addictions,

    so let’s just get lost in the moment of now,


    don’t worry about the bill,

    I’ve got the next round,

    don’t worry about the future,

    we’ve got the now,


    so,

    anyways,

    there’s so much more to say,

    and I want to tell you everything,


    but I don’t remember how,


    oh how I wish I could explain everything I feel,

    I wish I could tell you how beautiful you are,

    how all your scars are beauty marks,

    how you are perfect in your imperfections,


    as we go off on some and go online for none,

    slowly becoming immersed in a virtual reality that isn’t ours,

    please before we go remember our soul,

    remember the ones that loved you before it was all done...


    Peace,

    and,

    of course,

    love…


    LaLux

    Feb 8, 2022
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    4 mins
  • 🌴 🔫🤠💊🌴 Son Of A Gun In The Wild West🌴 🔫🤠💊🌴

    🌴 🔫🤠💊🌴 Son Of A Gun In The Wild West🌴 🔫🤠💊🌴
    Apr 13 2022
    Son of A Gun in The Wild West [33]Culture Vultures dining on the carcasses,of unsuspecting artists who recently departed this, culture that acts as if everyone is targeted,& surprise, we are, whether bisexual or bipartisan,or both no vote only the onset of consumer communism, swimming in a mainstream socialist monarchism,a subconscious stream of consciousness, consumed by a constantly contradicting,condition of post modern consumerism,an avalanche of retail therapy & the avant of avant-gardism, doesn’t have to be a better product or improved edition, just has to be better packaged & effectively marketed, sold our souls for glitter not gold the ego is an extortionist, don’t own anything anymore not even our own cognizance, lost every investment like back when The Great Depression hit,just look at what the mass media market did,our collective memories & ancient traditions all but forgotten, rewired genes in designer jeans on intoxicants, symbolizing a degenerative disease like Parkinson’s, want to end this madness but don’t know who started it, so who can we blame but ourselves in all honestness,as we absorb Virtual Reality & ignore Actual Reality we slip,into a vivid collectively created occultism of Oculus, Rift we drift into thee abyss of dark indifferences...THH3 142 ∆Neglecting the blueprint,everybody’s a studio gangsta these days just ask 50 Cent, ethically bankrupt lazy played daisies too spent to invent, futilely trying to copy Jay-Z’s original Blueprint,but no body has a DJ Clue what to do or where to begin, nor a Ty Dolla to spare still everyone’s got their two cents, all opinions given without consideration for common sense, no motivation or wisdom taken from the Grand Architect, what good is giving good advice if no one is taking it,or even taking the time to listen they just dismiss it quick, showing off trophies boldly donating charity checks, acting like champions we bare & beat our chest, wearing fool’s gold & blood diamonds to gain respect, sitting on the throne but we’ve won nothing yet,honestly it feels like we haven’t even started yet,still we feel exhausted from this rat race for dominance, slaves of an alien race hand on hearts we pledge allegiances, with our unquestioning obedience & faux pas ambiance.& it’s all almost over for our entire empire,so every moment better cherish it,bleached white robes with Chipko sandals,we hold the reins to Her Majesty’s chariot, whipping the 500 horses to a froth with no compassion at all, our Kings are all Pawns & our Princes are the pettiest,whipping in a Cadillac crashing into a pole then walking off, driving in the fast lane living the fast life gets you buried quick,THH3 143 ∆so I try & pace it & not get too wasted still I feel very sick, seems like it’s time to go but honestly I’m not ready yet, though when captain screams “You move too slow sailor!”, that’s when the times up & it’s time to depart this ship,but you can’t rush good art & I’m an articulating artisan, so I keep being an artist until departing on a martian ship, artfully getting away with The Heist of the day no pardonin’, in a constant state of affairs is why I haven’t married yet, which of course means no divorce from any or all of this, so I continue to translate transmissions without prejudice, love is star crossed & colorblind in it’s brilliance like Edison, & my wondermind shines in wonderland’s luminescence, as I illustrate illustrious illuminations of wonderment,off every possible edifice in this hedonistic eden’s Matrix trick, eclectically arranged ambiance in this Electric Renaissance, is enough to effectively deliver this rebel’s renegade testament,I write light before I become just another martyr,for the Martian’s master plans,my words are honest sonnets,on tablets of mono-cultured monograms, mono-glyphs that shine like a lighthouse beacon,on the top of the Tower of Babel atop a cavernous monolith...This is all honest in all honestness. Here at the docks,THH3 144 ∆with assorted Goddesses & narcissistic walruses,all the way up going down under,not trying to be negative but the only thing I’m positive of is, Culture Vultures continue dining on the carcasses,of unsuspecting artists who recently departed this, culture that acts as if everyone is targeted,& surprise, we are, whether bisexual or bipartisan,so stay up, keep up & keep open your eyelids,because The Hunger Games have just started kid. This is all honest in all honestness honestly kid.& I’m open to discuss almost everything,except religion & of course politics,so if you’re having an issue then tell me what the problem is, & maybe we can solve it quick,& just admit if you’re involved in conflict,& maybe we can resolve it quick,just please don’t blame the Dalai Lama,or Barack Obama’s broken promises,see we all have soiled wings,just like these vultures that pick at our carcasses,as we dine on Soylent Green,served hot from the melting pot of...
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    9 mins
  • 😊💙 Smile Gloria 😊💙

    😊💙 Smile Gloria 😊💙
    Apr 9 2022
    Smile (Gloria Carter [24]Love is love,it’s not that complicated,Love does not care what color or sex you or your love is, because Love is all inclusive it doesn’t discriminate,Love is colorblind,Love Sees No Color Love wears Cross Colours jumpers, Love is abundant, just ask Russell Simmons or Gloria Carter, or her baby Jay Z or anyone else who is an authentic Lover,Love is unconditional & it’s available to everyone, regardless of class social status religion region creed or color,it’s okay to feel good, smile you deserve it, dedicate yourself to love, believe me it’s worth it,you get what you give so give 100% pure unfiltered raw love,remember to forget & forgive them, even if they’re not perfect, because no person walking this earth’s surface is,but you can still find yourself a good girlfriend or boyfriend, as long as you’re willing to work with them,& you two can still be your own version of Bonnie & Clyde, can still be in love & serve each other in service with purposes,there’s wisdom in these verses here,THH3 96 ∆modern day scriptures for gangstas & hipsters,they don’t call him LaLux or J-Hova for nothing,no fronting true strength requires no crutches or addictions,just enough Dedication as Lil Wayne to get to 10,000 hours, as laid out well by Macklemore or Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers,a Master of Self a Bastard from Hell, dirty as hell but he cleans up well, owns all his own Masters,& you should probably own all yours as well,well,the floods are coming, there’s some prophecy for you, either ride the Tidal wave or get washed straight away, washing the straight leg green jeans clean so there’s no proof,only proof is us see our success & ourselves are Self Evident, only witness is God won’t testify against business interests, the evidence is obvious see we are all sovereign entities, you are your own country so you are your own president,a one person army a one person president,who roams the whole globe everywhere’s their residence, channelling these visions into verses of the present tense, told you before I’m not a business man I’m a business, man,I lament my heart strings on my sleeve like a laminate, or rather a VIP lanyard lampin in the backstage backyard,THH3 97 ∆drinking black & green tea in the back of the green room, leave me alone let me be need to breathe to let my guard down,on tour with God I’ve got all the proper credentials, along with other essential Inventors & all our odd inventions,sure we’re a bit over zealous & you’re a bit over jealous, but that’s no excuse to be rude in a suit to dudes in mascara, don’t harass us & ask us to see our Backstage Passes,you’re asking like an ass with no class should be embarrassed, bruh back up yes we might monkey around,but rest assured we’ve got gorillas that’re killas around us,for real bruh I might be the first white guy with Rocafella, like Fritz Pollard was the first black guy with Rockefeller, interesting how the pendulum swings both ways, how the sunny days come after the stormiest weather,dedicated & down for whatever, willing to not hesitate, never late, go to work hard now & wait to take the credit later,because I know how almost everyone wants to be down, only after the fame comes around,everyone’s an expert everybody wants to tell you what to do, after you’ve already done it even though they don’t know how,everyone wants to sail on the ship once it’s built, but no one wants to pound the nails to help build it,THH3 98 ∆they want a free ride but don’t want to help drive it,& when the tanks empty they’re the type to not help fill it,oh yeah I know that exact type of monetary parasitic vermin, never in the kitchen but always at the table when I’m servin’,but not me I’m different,DIY till I DIE I do the work even if it hurts like hell, oh well, wearing a designer shirt getting dirt on my name brand denim, in a hand made hand basket going straight to Hell,with a bottle of Ace of Spades in hand smiling might as well,been through enough bad it’s time to be good,been through enough sad it’s time to be happy,been through enough negative stuff, said enough was enough, then shook it off & got on with getting some positivity,but kept the negatives in case the past needs to be brought up, jogged from our collective photographic memories,bad times to good memories is emotional alchemy, remember this even if you don’t remember me,we’re Alchemists even if we're faded we don’t fade away, hope good times are remembered as if they happened today, when we’ve gone away, because we all gotta go eventually, it’s just a matter of when & in what way,so if you forget everything, just remember the following things, I wish you good luck, good health, good love & good days,THH3 99 ∆no way,anyone that didn’t go from nothing to everything could relate, it’s amazing,to be at the top of The Pyramid & see everything we made, masters that used to be slaves,they call it ...
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    11 mins
  • 💵🎭 Martyrs For Dollars 💵🎭

    💵🎭 Martyrs For Dollars 💵🎭
    Apr 5 2022
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    4 mins