Khali Raymond: 135 books

As of late, a lot of mindless things have been happening in the world around us. Many lives have been lost this year. It doesn't look like that's slowing down. Someone is passing away right now. For real though, like... it just had me thinking, those people who died right... how many of them were...

Sidney Hill is just an average eighteen year old guy from the suburbs in Florida. Everything was going smoothly until the state decided to graze his neighborhood in order to create more jobs. This forced Sidney and his family to pack their bags and leave for Badlands, Pennsylvania (arguably the worst...

L.O.L. doesn't mean what you think it means, least not in this context it doesn't. This is nothing to be laughing out loud about. I witnessed my entire family get lost over liquor. I lost someone that I held dearest to my heart over it. I lost my construct of what a healthy household was because of...

A lot of great things have been unfolding in my life as of late, I must say. I am starting to see my blessings come to fruition. Breakthroughs have made themselves known throughout 2019 so far. However, behind all the success - I am still dealing with emotional peril. I feel alone, to the extent that...

You can't kill someone who lives beyond life itself. I've accomplished a lot in four years, despite being only twenty years old. My age doesn't determine anything. Don't let that take away from shit. I'm still a living legend, I don't care what anyone tells me. I know I'm dope, I don't need anyone...

Meet Dylan "Cubert" Witherspoon. Twenty years after a bank heist gone wrong, Dylan is a free man. Dylan feels betrayed because his former boss left him for dead to keep the money from the heist for himself. Because of this, Dylan was forced to take the fall and do the bid. Now that he's...

Let's have a toast to all the things we done went through. To all the people who doubted us. To all the women that rejected us. To all the failures we had to plow through. To all the good times we had, and the bad times too. I got more liquor in the cellar. I got more poetry tucked away in the notebooks...

I am the Voice of the Brick City, although there were a few situations and individuals that attempted to silence me. You can never silence me. I realized in the art of creation that only the strong survive. Popularity doesn't make you last. That's only something temporary. You must be willing to leave...

400 days, 400 nights. Those are a lot of days and nights to be cryin' for. It was too much for me to handle and I got fed up with releasing tears, so I've decided to do what I do best - put it all into a book of poems. Maybe you can feel the misery that ails me. Maybe you can understand the stimuli that drives me to become so raw with my style. I channel all that and give you art.

Do you ever feel alone, despite having people in and around your circle? Are you by any chance, a popular loner? Like, you are cool with a lot of people, but you just chill by yourself a lot? Yeah, I'm that person. I thought that I might take those feelings of misery and morph them into another riveting...

The poet isn't always aware. The poet isn't always righteous. The poet isn't always impeccable. The poet isn't always truthful. The poet isn't always giving. One thing the poet is though is human. The poet will make mistakes. The poet will miss the mark. The poet will cry. The poet will yell. The poet will resent. The poet will adore. One thing the poet always does is this... craft.

Belo Sofrimento, "beautiful suffering." In life, we are going to go through challenges. We are going to be faced with obstacles. It's not about the challenge or the obstacle; it's about how you get over that shit. It's about how you can become content with your situation and striving to...

To be honest, I wasted a lot of time stuck in the past that I couldn't focus on the present. I wasted a lot of time thinking about my misfortunes that I couldn't see any of my blessings. At the same time, I'm still trying to move forward. I let go, or at least I'm in the process of letting go. All...

Whenever I write, I'm writing to everyone. People tell me that I have to have an audience. I mean, I know who I'm talking to, but... my words are open to whoever is interested in what I have to say. Whenever I hop on a stage to give a speech or spit a couple of verses, I see everyone and their faces....