Just some lyrics I wrote no name yet

Yo, you're one of those

smokes a lot, 

Can't flows a lot 

Won't take a shot 

Doesn't know a lot 

You're Such a waste of thought 

You ain't ready for shit

My rhymes  so lit

I set the fire pit 

Ablaze with a spit

Admit it ya mothafucka 

You must quit 

 it ain't worth it 

You ain't fit to hit 

The mothafuckin beat 

That shits so weak

You can't reach 

This peak 

I stand so tall 

If you wanna fuckin brawl  

I gotta warn you

I don't sting like a Tattoo

I crush 

Like a stampede

No need 

For your greed

Imma you show you 

What you need 

To succeed 

In this world

Full of hate

Lost in fate

To waiting 

Isn't is it enough 

To disrupt 

The earth

Waitin to erupt 

Come on tell me 

You haven't thought of 

this before 

caught up in the this civil war 

With no way to go but 

With a blind gut 

Stuck somewhere between

A fog and a smoke screen

You don't know 

What it's like 

To live this life 

Of strife 

Strugglin to 

Pay for the 

Food I eat 

The water I drink 

Your idea of struggle 

Consists of two

Different houses 

With too many gifts

Tell me when you've 

Reached the cliff

And thought what if 

Then you might understand

What it means 

To feel banned 

From your dreams 

And left with only screams 

Of what used to be 

Confused to be 

Abused to be 

I Refused to be

Sorry if you don't like me, 

I'm not tryin to be,

Your friend. 

That's the end, 

Man. 

Remorse

A steel coarse,

With Cold remorse,

Fighting time,

Pity crime.

Tired eyes,

God forsaken lies,

Terrifying thoughts,

tied knots.

Dire rest,

The dreadful test,

Right mast,

Slip trip fast.

Like you,

My missed rue,

Bliss mind,

A lost kind.

Friends

It seems to me the best way to start this is with my name.

Hi, my name is Suttel Soleil Griffin: 

My parents are hippies and theirs before them. 

I’m not a hippy so much per se, 

But it built my childhood.

It shaped many of my strongest ideas. 

Like the beauty of the trees

So tall they block the sight of everything

But the faintest of sunlight,

Or the reflection they create 

Mirroring themselves in the 

Winter water stirred by no man.

I love staring up at the pure 

Strength of the mountains 

Standing up the powerful sea.

The way they stare back at 

Me giving me their strength.

I love listening to the sea in the 

Pitch black sliding on the sand so 

Gracefully and without worries.

It whispers to me.

It asks me to calm my mind.

It asks me to sit and confess my problems.

It won’t ever judge me 

Because it does not know how.

I like to lay with my back to the 

Ground and my eyes to the sky. 

The bright Moon is always 

Kind enough to say “hi.”

But that’s all she says because 

She knows I just want to 

Sit in the silence.

She reminds me that sometimes 

My thoughts are too much for my own head. 

So the moon and just smile in 

Peace together, always aware of 

Each other’s presence but knowing

There’s no need to acknowledge each other. 

I love sitting in the presence of the Sun.

He’s so warm: 

He comforts me like none before.

He shows me kindness where others avoid me. 

These are the friends I’ve met in life. 

I met them when I was young.

No one knows me like they do. 

I didn’t want anyone to know me either.

Slowly they taught me I couldn’t always rely on them:

That I would need people to help me in my journey.

I eventually realized that they were right. 

Sometimes they couldn’t help me. 

Sometimes I wouldn’t be close enough to a forest. 

Sometimes I wouldn’t be near the sea. 

Sometimes the moon won’t be visible

And sometimes the sun will be too hot for me. 

So I payed more attention to the people around me. 

I looked for those who truly cared.

I found them one by one. 

Each with these attributes. 

It wasn’t easy for me. 

It took me years to give them all of my trust. 

We eventually learned how to trust each other. 

I learned to care for them as much as they cared for me

And I want to say thank you, all. 

You know who you are. 

I never would have made it this far 

Without you. 

Don't Ask Me

Wait, stop, stand still

Like everyone else. 

Idly watch as the world moves. 

Don't focus on anything;

Because then, you won't 

Have to worry

And everything will be out of sight. 

What happens next

Won't matter anymore. 

Simply, let it go. 

If that's what you want. 

Because that is what you are asking for.

And you don't have to ask for my help. 

You can do that all by yourself. 

In This Darkness

The darkness is consuming.
It's flooded over what I thought I knew
And I no longer have the shelter I once had.
I'm open and I'm scared.

Vulnerability, I thought was always a strong point for me.
That's not true.
I'm going mad;
I'm just so sad.

I can't see anything anymore,
But I can feel everything.
It's destroying me.
It's emptying me.

I want to stand up stronger.
But, I do not know if I can.
I want to see something.
But, I'm not sure I would be able to see correctly.

Something is calling.
I can hear it.
It sounds familiar.
I'm afraid to follow.

It continues to call.
I can hear it saying my name.
I must take a step forward.
Everything is so dark.

That is what scares me.
I can no longer tell what will happen next
And I wish I could.
I have to move, though,

Or the darkness will only consume me more.
I'm not sure what to do.
I have to make a choice.
The one that frightens me more seems to be the only logical choice, though.

So I will walk forward.
I will risk walking,
In this darkness,
Hoping that it will lead to the light.

Hopefully the light will shine in a beautiful hue.
And hopefully, that light will lead me back to you.

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry,
But I'm not worth it.
I am a predisposed failure.
I can't help you become secure.

I'm sorry,
But I'm afraid that I'm not good enough,
And I don't think you understand that.
I'm not what you're looking for.

I'm sorry,
But I can't truly give you what you're looking for.
I'm just a substitute.
I want you to keep en route.

I'm sorry,
But you deserve better.
I'm just a lie; I'm not confident
I'm scared and not worth it.

Politics in a Box

I've stood in protest for as long as I can remember.
Not once have I sat to catch my breath.
I'm starting to ask myself,
How much of this will mean something.

When people look back,
Will they remember
These choices I've fought for,
Or is it just another missing history?

Does this protest punctuate my purpose?
Can my protest be seen on through time?
I want what I've done to matter.
I want to leave knowing there was real change.

Not just the classic position-taking.
Not just logrolling my way through life.
I won't let my choices be arbitrarily diminished.
I know what I'm fighting for matters.

It's not just politics in a box.