Incorporating the Shadow and Integrating Your Dark Side

A long article summarizing what I've been doing since the end of my YouTube series.

This is a long post.

If you want to understand what I’ve been up to lately, read it slowly and carefully.

The choice is yours.

And listen to the music, if you don’t know it.

In a previous post I said that I had a dark side and that I wouldn’t allow it to manifest because that’s not what I wanted to do.

The truth, however, is that what I want to do is irrelevant.

I need to integrate my dark side. There’s no way of getting around it.

Carl Jung was correct. The shadow has to be integrated for full personality development and maturation.

That means integrating your dark side. And doing it honestly. And openly.

Doing so will obviously cause conflict. But that conflict will make you stronger.

So, what is my dark side?

I sometimes think fear is a better motivator than love.

I am cold.

My light side cries often and is very warm.

My dark side never shows pain and is as cold as ice.

That sounds something like this, although I have never murdered or bribed at this point in my life:

I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes
Hate in my heart, love in my mind
I’ve seen nights full of pain, days of the same
You keep the sunshine, save me the rain
I search but never find, hurt but never cry
I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind
And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond
The top gets higher the more that I climb
The spot gets smaller, and I get bigger
Tryna get into where I fit in, no room for a nigga
But soon for a nigga it be on, mu'fucka'
Cause all the bullshit, it made me strong, mu'fucka'

So I:

Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeah
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
And I could die now, rebirth motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone
Motherfucker, I'm gone

Uh, I know what they don't wanna tell you
Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof
I-i walk up in the world and cut the lights off
And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off
Huh, my word is my pride
But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise
Served to survive, murdered and bribed
And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside

So I could pick the world up
And drop it on yo fuckin' head, haha
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up
And I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head, yeah
And I could die now, rebirth motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone
Motherfucker, I'm gone (I'm gone)

It hurts, but I never show,
This pain you'll never know
If only you could see just how lonely and how cold
And frostbit I've become, my back's against the wall
When push come to shove, I just stand up and scream "Fuck 'em all"

Man, it feels like these walls are closing in
This roof is caving in, up its time to raise it then
Your days are numbered like pages in
My book of rhymes, got 'em crooked, boy
This crooked mind of mine got 'em all
Shook and scared to look in my eyes
I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I
Came up from behind
And pretty much snuck up
And butt-fucked this game up
Better be careful when you bring my name up
Fuck this fame, that ain't what
I came to claim but the game
Ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it
But I swear one way or another I'm a make these fuckin' haters believe it
I swear to God, won't spare the rod
I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod
Or I'm a fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody!
Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie
Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye
This world is my Easter egg, yeah! Prepare to die
My head is swole, my confidence is up
This stage is my pedestal
I'm unstoppable, incredible
Hope you're trapped in my medicine ball
I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dawg
I'll split your cabbage and lettuce and olives
I'll fuckin'

Pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
Bitch, I'm a pick the world up and I'm a drop it on your fuckin' head
And I could die now, Rebirth motherfucker
Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker
I'm gone
Motherfucker, I'm gone (I'm gone)

My dark side also sounds something like this:

Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower
But it's, "Fuck the world", get a child out her
Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothin' 'bout her
Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers
I'm rolling Sweets, I'm smokin' sour
Married to the game, but she broke her vows
That's why my bars are full of broken bottles
And my night stands are full of open Bibles
Uh, I think about more than I forget
But I don't go around fire expecting not to sweat
And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed
Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg
Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam
I'm sticking to the script, you niggas skipping scenes
Uh, be good or be good at it
Fucking right, I've got my gun, semi-Cartermatic
Yeah, put a dick in their mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say
I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away, man, I'll come down in a couple of days
Okay, you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode
I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G-code
It's Weezy motherfucker, Blood gang and I'm in bleed mode
All about my dough but I don't even check the peephole
So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down
No love lost, no love found

It's a little too late
To say that you're sorry now (yeah)
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just don't (hurt me)
That's right, it don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
You showed me nothing but hate
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (yeah)
And you don't (hurt me)
That's right, you don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you

Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love (no), no love
Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love
And I don't need you (no more)
Get 'em

I'm alive again
More alive than I have been in my whole entire life
I can see these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen
I'm a little bit sicker than most, shit's finna get thick again
They say the competition is stiff, but I get a hard dick from this shit
Now stick it in
I ain't never giving in again
Caution to the wind, complete freedom
Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em
So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em (yeah)
They call me a freak 'cause I like to spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em
Man get these whack cocksuckers off stage, where the fuck is Kanye when you need him?
Snatch the mic from him, bitch I'ma let you finish in a minute
Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm 'bout to spit the greatest verse of all time
So you might wanna go back to the lab tonight and, um (yeah)
Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit
And start over from scratch and write new ones
But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference
When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight
It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump in the place
All the way to the parking lot, fellow
Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (yeah)
You can see the sparks from hot metal (yeah)
Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted the game
My soul started to rot, fellow (yeah)
When I'm not even in my harshest
You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow
'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop
I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (uh)
That means I'm on top of my game
And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (shit)
When you're so good that you can't say it
'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (shit)
People just get sick 'cause you spit
These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (ow)
And you can never break my stride (no)
You'll never slow the momentum at any moment
I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride
Killin' the flow, slow venom
Any opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words
Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood
I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell
Where was you when I fell and needed help up?
You get no love

It's a little too late
To say that you're sorry now (uh)
You kicked me when I was down
But what you say just don't (hurt me)
Yeah, that's right, it don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)
You showed me nothing but hate (yeah)
You ran me into the ground
But what comes around goes around (yeah)
And you don't (hurt me)
That's right, you don't (hurt me)
And I don't need you (no more)
Don't wanna see you (no more)

Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love (no), no love
Ha, bitch, you get no love (no), no love (no)
No love
And I don't need you (no more)
Ha, bitch, you get no (love)

What about when it comes to women?

I could spend my whole life “good will hunting”.

I haven’t found it yet.

So I grew a little colder.

No passion. No patience.

And I hate waiting.

So, for the rest of my life, to the best of my knowledge, I’ll be:

And I now have existential proof that I’m good at what I do, for anyone who isn’t going to stick their head in the sand.

Since this is what it sounded like in Sam’s mind when she found out what she really did:

But [Samantha] needed one more touch.

Another taste of devouring rush.

And Sam knows what I am, and what I love to do, and what I’m very good at doing:

Hi, I’m the:

Yes, I am as cold as ice.

Even though everyone knows what I really want, deep down in my soul.

I want love. But until then, I’m going to do me. Honestly and openly.

And coldly, if need be.

I call it the “Brett Andersen Zone”. It sounds something like this:

Some figured I was Satan-bound,
Until I came back with the style I found,
Then all of the sudden they fixed they're faces
Cause of who I know, and the trail of places,
That I've stepped, how many niggas wanna hate cause I left?
How could you blame me and my plan of attack,
Cause I'm risking my soul in tact, now I'm heard all over the map.
Only rule of thumb, it don't really matter just where you from,
All that really matter is where you're goin' go,
…
Second chances givin' out for some
All you gotta do is take advantage,
Then maybe you can get yourself a horse and carriage,
Done pimpin' you can think about marriage,
Until then, get it in,
Find yourself and let's begin,
I'm a tell you how in a minute,
I'm a show you how I be livin'
From a long time ago, a young nigga, he was timid,
Now I'm in the zone, seein' things so vivid,
Hid my soul, nah homie, not even,
I'm a zone out till I lose feeling,
Remember I'm a be gone way past [September],
Even stay up there, up there, floatin', floatin', hopin' I could find peace somewhere.

In my mind, it sounds like:

And people are mad at me for calling people out openly and publicly for the lies they tell and for the secrets they keep.

But I don’t feel bad about it.

It looks evil only from the perspective of slave morality.

But master morality is the morality of warriors. And that’s what I am.

Brave, unconcerned, mocking, violent. And honest about it.

And I am looking for those who feel it in their soul, just like I do.

Heroes.

We go hide away in daylight.

We go undercover, wait out the sun.

God a secret side in plain sight.

Where the streets are empty, that’s where we run.

Everyday people do everyday things, but I can’t be one of them.

I know you hear me now, we are a different kind, we can do anything.

We could be:

But that involves integrating the shadow.

For those who feel the cold, it means integrating the heat.

For those who feel the heat (like me), it means integrating the cold.

But always done in the light. And in the truth.

Tell the truth and do what thou wilt. That is our master morality.

And in this game, we only play for keeps.

Feeling like I fell out of the sky and landed feet first.

My squad go hard, my squad go country.

Watch my team work.

And hell yeah, I’m fixing to eat since I took my seat first.

I am militant. And militaries have hierarchies.

And in this hierarchy, I’m at the top.

And why I am I the phoenix? Because you could kill me, but you know:

I get knocked down.

But I get up again.

You’re never going to keep me down.

Count on it.

So, to the honorable ones. The honest ones. The lonely ones.

You are the people.

Wake and listen, you that are lonely! From the future come winds with secret wing-beats; and good tidings are proclaimed to delicate ears.

You that are lonely today, you that are withdrawing, you shall one day be the people: out of you, who have chosen yourselves, there shall grow a chosen people—and out of them, the overman.

Verily, the earth shall yet become a site of recovery. And even now a new fragrance surrounds it, bringing salvation—and a new hope.

-Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra

I am a good and honorable master. I am a good and honorable friend.

I don’t want to play the role of master. I want to be friends.

But I’ll play both roles if need be, depending on the situation.

And it’s bros before hoes in my world.

You have sewn your karma by being good and honest men, despite your mistakes.

You are good men in a world that was made to punish good men.

And although you wanted a world where honesty and honor are abundant, you found. yourself in a world where they are almost non-existant.

You wanted love, and you can’t find that either.

It’s ok.

But accepting the fact that you live in hell means growing a little colder (or maybe a little warmer, depending on your temperament).

You’ve done well. You’ve sewn your karma.

Now it’s time to reap it. Honestly. And openly.

Don’t fear the reaper.

And to everyone else…

To the liars and dirty dirty cheats of the world.

You should shake it off. And live your life your life honestly, instead of hiding it.

Just be yourself, openly and honestly.

If you’re filthy, be filthy.

If you’re scared, be scared.

If you make mistakes, make mistakes.

But do it in the open.

Taylor Swift has the right idea:

And if you don’t like Taylor Swift, suck me. I like all music.

To the honorable ones, you know where we have to go first. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

I’m giving the academy a rain check for the moment, and I’ll be banging the door on my way out.

I know that I’m on my way to heaven.

But the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell.

³¹ He told them another parable: “The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. ³² Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”

Matthew 13: 31-32

It starts from something small.

A small town. A fool. A naive idiot.

That’s where I’m from and that’s what I was.

I’ve grown a little wiser, and have more wisdom to acquire still.

Either way, I think it’s time to begin.

It’s time to begin, isn’t it?

I get a little bit bigger but then, I’ll admit.

I’m just the same as I was.

Now don’t you understand?

I’m never changing who I am.

Once you realize the truth, you realize that you’re already in hell. And you’re already in heaven. And you’ve been there all along, as William Blake understood so well.

This is the marriage of heaven and hell.

William Blake understood Master Morality as well as Nietzsche did, though he expressed it differently.

All Bibles or sacred codes. have been the causes of the following Errors.

1  . That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul.

2  . That Energy. called Evil. is alone from the Body. & that Reason. called Good. is alone from the Soul.

3  . That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies.

But the following Contraries to these are True

1  . Man has no Body distinct from his Soul for that called Body is a portion of Soul discernd by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age.

2  , Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy.

3  . Energy is Eternal Delight

Those who restrain Desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or Reason Usurps its place & governs the unwilling.

And being restrained, it by degrees becomes passive, till it is only the shadow of Desire.

-William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Don’t restrain your desire. Unleash it. Openly. And honestly.

Who wants you to restrain your desire, so that it must be expressed in secret?

The priests of this world.

That includes priests of all religions: Islam, Evangelical Christianity, etc.

Here is what I have to say to them, and most especially to evangelical Christians.

Your “redeemer” has put you in chains.

Listen.

ON PRIESTS

Once Zarathustra gave his disciples a sign and spoke these words to them:

“Here are priests; and though they are my enemies, pass by them silently and with sleeping swords. Among them too there are heroes; many of them have suffered too much: therefore they want to make others suffer.

“They are evil enemies: nothing is more vengeful than their humility. And whoever attacks them, soils himself easily. Yet my blood is related to theirs, and I want to know that my blood is honored even in theirs.”

And when they had passed, pain seized Zarathustra; and he had not wrestled long with his pain when he began to speak thus:

I am moved by compassion for these priests. I also find them repulsive; but that matters least of all to me since I have been among men. But I suffer and have suffered with them: prisoners they are to me, and marked men. He whom they call Redeemer has put them in fetters: in fetters of false values and delusive words. Would that someone would yet redeem them from their Redeemer!

Once when the sea cast them about, they thought they were landing on an island; but behold, it was a sleeping monster. False values and delusive words: these are the worst monsters for mortals; long does calamity sleep and wait in them. But eventually it comes and wakes and eats and devours what built huts upon it. Behold these huts which these priests built! Churches they call their sweet-smelling caves. Oh, that falsified light! That musty air! Here the soul is not allowed to soar to its height. For thus their faith commands: “Crawl up the stairs on your knees, ye sinners!”

Verily, rather would I see even the shameless than the contorted eyes of their shame and devotion! Who created for themselves such caves and stairways of repentance? Was it not such as wanted to hide themselves and were ashamed before the pure sky?

And only when the pure sky again looks through broken ceilings and down upon grass and red poppies near broken walls, will I again turn my heart to the abodes of this god.

They have called “God” what was contrary to them and gave them pain; and verily, there was much of the heroic in their adoration. And they did not know how to love their god except by crucifying man.

As corpses they meant to live; in black they decked out their corpses; out of their speech, too, I still smell the bad odor of death chambers. And whoever lives near them lives near black ponds out of which an ominous frog sings its song with sweet melancholy. They would have to sing better songs for me to learn to have faith in their Redeemer: and his disciples would have to look more redeemed!

Naked would I see them: for only beauty should preach repentance. But who would be persuaded by this muffled melancholy? Verily, their redeemers themselves did not come out of freedom and the seventh heaven of freedom. Verily, they themselves have never walked on the carpets of knowledge. Of gaps was the spirit of these redeemers made up; but into every gap they put their delusion, their stopgap, which they called God.

Their spirit was drowned in their pity; and when they were swollen and overswollen with pity, it was always a great folly that swam on top. Eagerly and with much shouting they drove their herd over their path; as if there were but a single path to the future. Verily, these shepherds themselves belonged among the sheep. Small spirits and spacious souls these shepherds had; but my brothers, what small domains have even the most spacious souls proved to be so far!

They wrote signs of blood on the way they walked, and their folly taught that with blood one proved truth. But blood is the worst witness of truth; blood poisons even the purest doctrine and turns it into delusion and hatred of the heart. And if a man goes through fire for his doctrine—what does that prove? Verily, it is more if your own doctrine comes out of your own fire.

A sultry heart and a cold head: where these two meet there arises the roaring wind, the “Redeemer.” There have been greater ones, verily, and more highborn than those whom the people call redeemers, those roaring winds which carry away.

And you, my brothers, must be redeemed from still greater ones than all the redeemers if you would find the way to freedom.

Never yet has there been an overman. Naked I saw both the greatest and the smallest man: they are still all-too-similar to each other. Verily, even the greatest I found all-too-human.

Thus spoke Zarathustra.

And who is the “redeemer”? Jesus Christ.

From the Gospel of Thomas:

(13) Jesus said to his disciples,

"Compare me to someone and tell me whom I am like." Simon Peter said to him, "You are like a righteous angel." Matthew said to him, "You are like a wise philosopher."

Thomas said to him, "Master, my mouth is wholly incapable of saying whom you are like."

Jesus said, "I am not your master. Because you have drunk, you have become intoxicated from the bubbling spring which I have measured out."

And he took him and withdrew and told him three things.

When Thomas returned to his companions, they asked him, "What did Jesus say to you?"

Thomas said to them, "If I tell you one of the things which he told me, you will pick up stones and throw them at me; a fire will come out of the stones and burn you up."

From the perspective of the left hemisphere (i.e., the God of this World, Urizen, etc.), Jesus is God.

From the perspective of the right hemisphere (i.e., the true master of the psyche, which is more in touch with reality), Jesus is Satan.

And what does that make me?

Like I said, I beat the game already. Now I’m just trying to cope.

Shoot up the television with Lugers and demolition.

It's time we fucked the system in missionary position.

Listen! It's my intention for giving this transmission.

This is for the citizens livin' in glass prisons [i.e., the schizoids].

Coming up in my position

The product of my condition

With a business plan in my hand and the vision of a politician

It's funny how we mirror what we witness

Cause this is broadcast television from the villa to the village

So therefore we go bang-bang

On your corporate mainframe

We don't want that watered down

We don't want that plain jane

Take back that Diet Coke

We don't want the same thang

This is not a protest

Better yet a gang bang

Now everybody sing:

I ain’t really here, a holographic anatomy.

Really, I’m on the ship with the planetary academy.

And on board, I’m the captain.

So, come sail way with me.

It’s going to be ok.

But the light will shine in the darkness, though the darkness will not comprehend it.

I accept my fate.

“How would you be just to me?” you must say. “I choose your injustice as my proper lot.”

Injustice and filth they throw after the lonely one: but, my brother, if you would be a star, you must not shine less for them because of that.

And beware of the good and the just! They like to crucify those who invent their own virtue for themselves—they hate the lonely one.

Beware also of holy simplicity! Everything that is not simple it considers unholy; it also likes to play with fire—the stake. And beware also of the attacks of your love!

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

To some people you may not give your hand, only a paw: and I desire that your paw should also have claws.

-Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra

My paw has learned to grow claws. That’s what life has taught me.

I became what I needed to become to complete my task.

And I will, to the best of my ability, live the rest of my life with honor and love.

I will tell the truth, although everyone knows when lying is OK.

Obviously if someone has a gun to your head and wants to know where your family is, you should lie.

I have no problem lying to people who will use violent force to attempt to control me.

I am no slave.

That includes the police and anyone else who attempts to put me in chains.

But I will avoid lying as best I can, and I will never lie to get away with something that I know was wrong.

I will live honorably. And I want you to do the same.

Unless that honor is in your soul, it will be difficult if not impossible.

That’s why my words are for the very few.

My words are for men.

From the preface to “The AntiChrist”

This book belongs to the very few. Perhaps not one of them is even living yet. Maybe they will be the readers who understand my Zarathustra: how could I mistake myself for one of those for whom there are ears even now? Only the day after tomorrow belongs to me. Some are born posthumously.

The conditions under which I am understood, and then of necessity—I know them only too well. One must be honest in matters of the spirit to the point of hardness before one can even endure my seriousness and my passion. One must be skilled in living on mountains —seeing the wretched ephemeral babble of politics and national self-seeking beneath oneself. One must have become indifferent; one must never ask if the truth is useful or if it may prove our undoing. The predilection of strength for questions for which no one today has the courage; the courage for the forbidden; the predestination to the labyrinth. An experience of seven solitudes. New ears for new music. New eyes for what is most distant. A new conscience for truths that have so far remained mute. And the will to the economy of the great style: keeping our strength, our enthusiasm in harness. Reverence for oneself; love of oneself; unconditional freedom before oneself.

Well then! Such men alone are my readers, my right readers, my predestined readers: what matter the rest? The rest—that is merely mankind. One must be above mankind in strength, in loftiness of soul—in contempt.

-Nietzsche

Like I said, I am the White Horseman.

Previous to this dreamstate, I had leftovers on each plate.

Left shoe, all tatted up, on this long journey, my feet ache.

And I left the life that I live because every day was just replays.

And I dream big, walked around in my PJs, in my street days.

And I’m still here. Ain’t never changed. Like I still wear, the same pair.

…

Demon days evil nights
Happy hours, frequent flights
God flow, people’s strife
Hear it once, speak it twice
Hearts never break even
And they change color like seasons
Backs turn like treason
But somehow you swear you ain't leaving
Follow me now, follow me now
Spoon fulls of sugar and handfuls of
Medicine help it go down, help it go down
I was just a fool in a room full of Edison's
Look at me now, look at me now
Feel my words, look at this sound
Reminiscing on when I was lookin
Out on the city
Wishin a million muthafuckas gave
Me that crown,

bitch I run this town.

This is the flag.

And the motto is, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

When you see the pattern, you will understand that I am you, and you are me.

In that case, you will understand that my rules are not tyrannical.

They will come naturally.

Tithing, too, will come naturally, since you will understand that I will use it to build the Kingdom of God on earth, in which everyone will benefit.

10% goes to Jon Miller, who has made mistakes, but whose mistakes can be forgiven only if they are brought into the light.

I know he tries, despite his mistakes. And maybe even despite his betrayals. :(

Once everything is brought into the light (and not before then), he will become more than a man. He will become a shiny golden god.

It’s not about the money, even though I love money as much as anyone.

That’s part of my dark side too. Which is why I’m giving the responsibility of managing that money to Jon.

It’s not about the money, we just want to make the world dance.

Although I will benefit from it too. I am not selfless.

This is going to be a truly infinite non-zero-sum game.

The Lord is good to all;
    he has compassion on all he has made.
All your works praise you, Lord;
    your faithful people extol you.
They tell of the glory of your kingdom
    and speak of your might,
so that all people may know of your mighty acts
    and the glorious splendor of your kingdom.
Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom,
    and your dominion endures through all generations.

Psalm 145

And who am I? The Lord of the Sad and Lonely.

And I became a little colder because I had to.

I got my head on a swivel
Think its time I open my mind where I left it
Nigga make it easy, make sure that they can't delete me
I'm bout to be rewire your whole fucking mainframe
I'm sick of the same, lame old same thing

Intuitive when it comes to many things I know
Cold, most winters I would dream of being a winner
Feeling like less than shit to the doubters
Pain I promise to all who oppose my knowledge
My reign, the fucking essence of pain fuck rain
Standing in a monsoon of cool, time will tell
This is what it is when you're walking to hell

Cold, bitch you know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Oh so cold
Niggas know I'm cold yea
I'm one cold blooded nigga
Owie

I love how I can make so many people feel uneasy
Walk right passed I know you hoes see me
Can't deny the shine of a Jedi

I love shittin' on these niggas that is my fave
Can't fuck with an unstoppable force
That lives with no regrets and of course no remorse
One two one two, assholes now please listen close
I live for the day to watch all you pussies roast
Whoosah whoosah, so I don't slit nobody throat
Aw it ain't my fault, homie thought he had the juice
Bash a nigga face in, watch the blood leak
Put my ear where his jaw was, tell a nigga to speak
Standing in a monsoon of cool, karma is my armor
Was only scared of my father, beyond that I'm

Cold.

So, everyone just chill out. It’s going to be ok.

Tell the truth. Love the people around you.

But if you really commit to telling the truth, integrating your shadow won’t be an option.

It will become necessary.

Simple as that.

So, who wants to go on an adventure?

This is the call to adventure.

Revolution.

Open rebellion against the United States government and the Old Gods.

The definition of a politician
I ain't gon' vote for you
And I ain't signing no petition
You give us debt
And you call it a college tuition
We break our neck for these checks
You take our percentage bitch!
Ain't nothin' but a bitch
If you for Uncle Sam
Then you're probably a snitch
If I ruled the world
With my rules and shit
I'd probably roll the constitution up into a spliff
Cause I just ain't with it
I just don't get it
How we gettin' broker
But they boost the price of livin'?
Got you working triple
Just to eat some rice and chicken
Plus your credit to the limit
Just to drive a Honda Civic
Man they got us on our tippy toes
And all we wanna do is fly
They keep us pigeonholed
But you see me, I ain't that guy
Cause I'm a different soul
And on this road I travel on
I pay a different toll
A different toll
See this weight I'm carrying on my shoulder
Is a different load
What the fuck you think I go to sleep with my pistol for?
What the fuck you think is keeping me in the studio?
I swear I'm trying to tell 'em fuck you
We're paying attention for
I'm a motherfuckin' G
My presence is evident
Consider this a blessing
My effort is heaven sent
You might as well respect it and cherish it
Cause whenever I perish
Only then will you see what the message is
To be an American

Let’s go.

-Brett