Walk up to a girl
Wherever you're at
Whether it's a club or a flat
Approach her convivially
Don't state any word trivially
Ask if she's the middle of the month
Because she's a ten out of ten
Tell her you dislike the rating system
Later on.
Smoothness is key

-Lyrix (Country Music)

Thinkin' 'bout
leavin' here today
Packin' my pickup
and rollin' away
Giddiup Go
get outta' your way
Thinkin' 'bout
leavin' here today

Before you leave
you best think it over
'cause when you leave
you know your gone
Think you'll leave your
troubles behind you
but when you leave
your problems ride along

Darlin' you know
that I love you
for all time
and forever more
But I can't just sit
in the darkness cryin'
prayin' your love will
shine once more

So I'll just get up
and leave it all behind
get out there
and see what I find
Ask the Lord
to be my guide
every step
and every mile
Maybe I'll find
my baby's love
in God's good time

Thinkin' 'bout leavin'
here today
Packin' my pickup
and rollin' away
Giddiup Go
get outta' your way
Thinkin' 'bout leavin'
here today

When you smile
the world smiles
with you
Frown and moan
your on your own
When you shed
your tears of sorrow
Honest and true
You know the Good Lord
He's lookin' on

Thinkin' 'bout leavin'
here today
Packin' my pickup
and rollin'  away
Giddiup Go
get outta' your way
Thinkin' 'bout leavin' here today.

Good Lord willin'
and the creeks don't rise.

-R.

(11)
-LA

We are a version that is dictated
by ourselves, not others dictations.
We write the verses of our own lives,
scripting every contemplation of decisions.
  
Never rely on the words of others to
push you where you want, need to be.
No one is throwing pennies into the bowl
of pity, only you can rise above your failings.

But you reach with each moment, sweat and
reflections of when you fell down picking
yourself up. Higher than when you collected
back to reality, and believe when you rise above.

"We may get knocked down, but only we
can raise above where we fell,

*"Be brighter than the shadows others put upon you,

Just feel like the way you're approaching me right now
doesn't reflect the way I'm trying to be perceived
you know?
telling me how **** I am
doesn't make me feel like you see the God in me
or like that's something you wish to see.
Now I don't think there's a problem with being ****
I embrace my femininity wholeheartedly
and **** is just a pretty cool aspect
that I reckon shines a light on what you think are my assets
but please...

See, it's hard for me to take that as a compliment.

Why don't you lead me to believe there's more to YOU than what meets the eye?

and although I know that you're just reflecting the view that has just met your eye oblige me by taking a moment to think before you speak.

Even still
nonetheless
I have a solid idea as to why...
Cause you see these girls on instagram and facebookin their thighs
and *******
and booties
for 300 likes

"**** girl you ****"
"he he thanks, boo! "
don't let that crap lead you to believe I like it too

I feel sorry for that girl
the one who has to use her body to feel accepted in this world
the girl who needs some real love but outside acts sadiddy
not until she sees those likes to finally feel pretty
exposing her surfaces 'cause her insides are...

I digress, when you approach me that way it's not cool
just as you judge me by the things I say, I judge you.
and I feel you,
you probably aren't even looking for all that
you don't care about my God or my mind or my passions
but the least you can do, stranger, is respect my personhood
and get to know me just enough to gauge what might've been my reaction
cause that, "hey ****" is not how I want to be addressed.
there's so much more to this body than what's under my dress
So, blatantly, I'm unimpressed by your ability to state the obvious

I'm tired of dudes looking at me like I'm crazy when I politely say, "I'd rather not be called that."
Like I just dissed a blessin'
Like the woman that always complains that, "men ain't nothin'.''
"I was just trying to pay you a compliment."
Huh? Oh yeah, THAT'S really something.

if you have any interest in me is that the best you can do?
So, yeah, I know right off the bat I'm not the one for you.
It's not my fault your perception has been skewed
that you still haven't been schooled
that this message is just now getting to you
you're part of that world that's still chasing the cool
using the tools that were forged for some girl whose cup isn't full

And again there's nothing wrong with being told that I'm ****
but I'd rather hear it from a man that already gets me
and knows that not just my high heels and my dress me
but the heart in my chest me
and the sound of my voice
my word choice, my corny jokes,
my thirst for spiritual growth, my softened heart toward the weak,
my intellect, my integrity--that's what makes me-me.
that's what makes me
****.
They're one in the same,
And you can't possibly know all that before you know my first name.

I never mastered the grind.
That won every girls affection.
I guess it's really quite difficult.
When you become your own deflection.

Once I was that nineteen year old.
Drunk and disorderly.
Grinding on your back.
You got bored of me.

Sure its fun - for both it seems.
Sometimes it's a horrid match.
A silly game with an undefined winner.
Sometimes it's all you need to land your catch.

But as you grow you see things clearly.
The smoke machined air thins and the lights begin to brighten.
You see the complexity of your dilemma.
You've assumed you'd get it all - what a great big error.

You want the beauty you've desired night long.
But you've gone about it all wrong.
You want the companion most never find.
But will she see it or remain blind.

It seems one is possible.

Where do I go to be one whole person?