Please don’t lecture me (rap)

Rap song done by Travis Wolfkill 15 years ago.

All in it (rap)

Rap done by Travis wolfkill 15 years ago.

Sex, Hate and Compassion

I saw a lion hug a man and thought I saw a turtle cry If they can have compassion so can I Feeling lust, rage and elation sex, hate and sedation seeing mental patients with a touch of genius if God was a man I’d worship Venus because the world’s disordered and nature’s a whore…

Claim you

I can make love without touching you Turn you out without fucking you On the astral plane It’s your ass that I claim I would shave and enslave you Yet worship and aid you I’m the man on the channel So subscribe to my cable Whether its vaginal or painful And by that I mean…

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I’m from the place where people don’t respect you unless you hustle but then they want to take what you’ve got I’m from the realm of lack of opportunity surrounded by men who are masters of bullshit they blame ignorance on incarceration yet worship the television I used to believe in anarchy until seeing all…

What it feels like

Submission is in my veins It is no longer a choice It feels like destiny, magic Or some other vice I was a young man In middle America Frustrated with the vanilla I yearned for a master Male or female, it didn’t matter As long as it was the kind in leather Now I’ve found…

El Mundo (the world)

Bare assed in a strait jacket Bitch slapped with a gloved hand Excited over what might happen She told me to keep her secrets El mundo did not know She is a Venus A goddess, a domme I am put on a leash Denied the privilege to cum Ten years ago El mundo Would have…

Dear Someone

Dear  Someone, I am a prisoner But humanism has inspired me I wrote in my diary That while I will never be Ivy League My DNA enables me To change my criminal pedigree Dear Someone, My cage is draconian But the fire inside me Won’t stay ignorant It builds slowly Fed by the sciences As…

After a Hard Days’ Work

I walk through the front door You pause in your chores A 1950’s style housewife Is the image you evoke My sweat is somehow erotic Your walk is hypnotic My muse. My savior. My goddess. My trainer. Let me do all the things I’ve described on paper I don’t deserve them But tell me how…

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I feel like a revolutionary Without a revolution An equation without a solution A prison without women Is living without a future I’m immersed in a culture of self-abusers Truth can be found everywhere Except for the “just-us” system How just is prison? Like fish in a stone bowl You limit their vision And potential…

Walk on

I try and recall lost manuscripts From the hand of one who abandoned bliss I come to the conclusion that I’m just a masochist Ranting of insanity A man without a family Suicide, friend of no one I sent pleas to you Did you know I wrote them? I need some amusement In this life…

You let me know

You let me know That I can be me uncompromised A kindred star It’s an honor to have met you In this lifetime It’s a wonder I’m not crazy All the pain I’ve handled Although beware I don’t claim to be undamaged You let me know That the best pieces of me Are still unrevealed…