I am my own man

my name is on there tongues but they do not know the man/ prophecy with a pen scripting tongues at the border of here and there, no mans land/ so i plot on plod on this journey that's mine skipping landmines/ ducking shots from figurative tech nines, no figure of speech the worlds mine/ land ima own mine let them know im my own man/ on my own man walk alone on this journey thats mine/ im tryna get my bank balance to be a one with mad Os like shit was binary/ they say some get better with age im the 200 hundred year old shit they keep at winerys/ no blasphemy i just conceive these so immaculate call my delivery virgin mary/ all hail it dont just rain when i brainstorm/ its that cold in my startosphere i need to descend from my sit in the clouds/ to converse with heads matter fact no talk just converse to the head/ i be stepping on rap niggas straightup rain dancing on rap niggas/ still make that beautiful music so im tap dancing on these niggas/

Raps by me aka M2rue

Well y'all follow the blog so you know that I've been scripting bars for a while now but i just couldn't spit em but after what happened on July 20th back home in Malawi won't go into that now but the was inspiration for me to go into the both and try voice my opinion get something of my chest and that birthed this track right here Red Army (Soundtrack to the revolution) 

From there i guess i gained a lil more confidence and i decided to start working on my flow whenever the inspiration is there, right now im feeling these old school beats guess im starting from the beginning lol anyways I did this joint ----->  Better than I ever been (Freestyle) on that Kanye West - Classic Beat, I was feeling better than I ever did on the bars and otherwise. Just this morning i heard that Erick Sermon feat. Marvin Gaye - Just like Music joint and i love that beat thought I'd go in on it, thats what birthed this right hur ----> Just love music . Im actually thinking of doing a project called "Finding My Flow" the concept is to just put all the ish i do from now till it drop on there to sort of show the chronological progression of M2rue thats what im calling myself. Watch this space lol

I and I (Tumor of the mind)

  I see her beside I like crows feet, until I and I must part ways and I reside with the most high, until I levitate to another plane on another train of thought running through my mind drilled by another coach, thrilled by this freedom this journey with these pennies for them they pay their own way pave these runways, not freeload not stowaways, my thoughts carry me, take care of me, even as I sleep they're there preparing me, for this journey. Where at the top there'll be no comparing me, they're air to me, where they lack I feel suffocated, asphyxiated but where they flow free, uninhibited I thrive, I plague, I cancer

Deep Dark

This piece is about my greatest fear well actually my second greatest fear since I already blogged about my greatest fear which is failure anyway my second greatest fear I hear that when you happen to find yourself really deep in the ocean its so dark and disorientating you don't know which way is up, well that is my second greatest fear both literally and figuratively it continues from the theme of the last two i.e. Introspect a voyage into me (pause lmao)

So deep boundaries blur no sun no stars to seek I don't know if I'm swimming up or down/ The pressure helps me get my bearings in this case I know I'm on course when I feel it bearing down/ alls inverse when I'm immersed in the flow I know its right when I see em frown like I'm down under shits all upside down/ I know I'm headed up when their faces salty they wanna see me dead see(sea) they wanna see me drown/ I ain't flamboyant yet I stay fly I mean I float without the gas just float on salt I'm buoyant/ and I jot forethought the whole verse chilli hot and cold quote unquote the critiques thoughts, is the boy's clairvoyant/ back to the point this the tip of an iceberg y'all can't begin to imagine how deep/ so deep it scares me its dark and lonely aint sure I'll ever find my way tryna get my way and keep it/ so I plan it out draw a map hope its right hope im headed up and stash it in my back pocket/ searching this like a treasure quest aint sure where I'm headed yet on my way collect the missing pieces I aint whole yet like em half heart lockets/

Write my wrongs

I write my thoughts freedom of expression that's my right, right? Or am I just wrong?

Some times they happen to be the most vain and narcissistic thoughts I've ever seen jotted but atleast I'm true to me right?

Case in point the piece below let me write my wrong, ain't really that they're below me, just like the baggies I used to rock it don't feel right the fits all wrong

And no I don't wanna be alone I just figure unlike most with no dysmorph I've seen who stares back when I look in the mirror, and the girls I've come across don't fit that dude right

Shit half of them don't even begin to understand the shit I write don't even start to see the light or understand dude and that's part of the job description right? Or am I still wrong?

Or maybe I'm alone because even though beneath it all my waters run deep the surface stay shallow no hal plus I'm vain a know it all and I figure girl just ain't a good look, that ain't right

End of the day whether I'm right or wrong i'll still write it to me that shows a level of self-consciousness I am yet to see in the females I've come across the ability to stare in the mirror and not flinch whether you like what you see or not. Lord knows and I'll admit it maybe I'm still wrong

Lone wolf

Thugs get lonely too and I ain even that, odd how those who feel me ain't on my level how do you even that??

Feel em and they put bullshit on my plate how dare she try to feed me that??

Think I ain see what's right before me so the jerks the precedence I set patronize me fuck I look like a bat??

So i ain date at all no not in this age come off so cold heart froze over stay on my ice age but momma claim i shouldn't be alone at my age

So i gives em a chance but still i stay on edge least they run off with the whole arm when i let em kiss the ring lol

No pimpin i ain't that either but they do come over when i gestures to come hither get company when i need a breather

Company when i need space an escape from my lonesome when the voices in my head get too loud and i start to loathe them

More Ink ... ..........

Here are a few pix of the first part of my Malawian inspired sleeve/back piece:

 The fish depicted on the arm is a Chambo a fish native to lake Malawi leaping out of the lake, in the background is a silhouette of a fisherman in a canoe.

the back arm part depicts a boy standing in a canoe with a rowing oar/spear which depicts the Malawian child , and the spear is a little piece i added to symbolize my Ngoni heritage.