JUST ME TOO
I WISH I COULD PROGRAM
MY EYES TO ONLY FOCUS ON YOU
I WISH I COULD CUT OFF
ALL MY HAIR AND LET
YOU TURN IT INTO A WEAVE
AS A SYMBOL OF MY LOVE
I AM NOT THE MASK OF ZORO
BUT IF YOU PASS BEFORE ME
I WILL CHAIN MYSELF
TO A RAILWAY LINE
HOPE TO GET HIT
WAKE UP IN A 3RD WORLD
MAKE LOVE TO YOU IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE
TO SEE IF IT FEELS THE SAME.
I AM NO TUPAC
I CAN'T WRITE SONGS
HECK I CAN'T EVEN WRITE
FOR MY "DEAR MAMA".
BUT I CAN GIVE YOU
SHAKESPEARE TYPE OF LOVE
NOT THE THOU THEE
BUT THE TRUST ME.
I AM NOT NEIL ARMSTRONG
I CAN'T SHOW YOU THE STARS
VENUS,NEPTUNE AND MARS.
BUT YOU CAN MAKE MY EYES
MY KISSES YOUR JET
THIS LOVE YOUR FUEL
AND MY HEART YOUR GALAXY .
I AM NO DEADPOOL
I MIGHT JUST DIE TODAY
SO LET'S TURN TIME
FROM AN ENTITY
TO A QUANTITY
SO MAYBE WE COULD
GET ADDICTED AND BUY
I AM NO TARZAN
BUT IF WE HAVE A DAUGHTER
I WILL NAME HER LIRA
SO AT HER BASKETBALL GAMES
I CAN SHOUT "GORILLA "
I AM NO JESUS CHRIST
I CAN'T TURN WATER
BUT I CAN TURN
YOU INTO MINE.
I an no teletubby
I don't even know the
I only know M.E loves you
I AM NO ALBERT EINSTEIN
I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE COLOUR
I JUST KNOW YOU BREATHE
IT INTO ME
AND IF AIR IS LIFE
THE YOU BREATHE LIFE
I AM NOT A FAN OF SCIENTOLOGY
I JUST HAVE TO TESTIFY
HOW ACIDIC YOUR LOVE
IS THAT MY CHEEK
LITMUS PAPER TURNS RED
EVERYTIME I SEE YOU
AND YOU CORRODE MY BRAIN
WITH A SIDE DISH OF HOW
NUMB MY FACE GETS
AND A LIGHT DESSERT OF
HOW YOU UNSCRE EVERY HINGE IN
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it's like for a few hours no one is living
not dead,just living in the now.
troubles have been left home
like the wives,kids and parents of most.
Young pretty mouthwatering females everywhere.
Truly women will be the end of men
everyone is looking and searching for that perfect one.
but who finds love in this worldly place.
No,l take it back
l found love is this worldy place
and the only thing stiff is not my neck.
everyone see's her,l can see the hunger in their eyes
l did not know her name
but l decided to call her Friday
for her body is down the week
and her legs are like a smooth stick.
l wish you could have seen her yourself
for beauty is in the eye of the beholder
but l feel like l have the eyes of the earth on my shoulder.
if tonight l do not dream of my flawless empress
something must be wrong.
for she is not a muse for a rhyme
but for a song.
her whole body shakes when she walks like she is playing ping-pong.
and every time l steal a glance my heart skips a gong.
l try to look for the last time at my bottle shaped Delilah
but she catches me looking
and with one wink
my heart beats like a song by metro booming
One day we are this
Tomorrow we are that.
I can't do this anymore
But tomorrow you call me for more
No one else gives affection like l do
I have a reputation for leaving heads sore.
Our love is a Deal with The Devil
And we are standing toe to toe
For loving you might be my biggest evil
Of a Story filled with thorns and roads of gravel.
You had him
But you tell me all the time you thought of me.
I know these are all sweet lies but l am too blind to see
For you replaced the lock on my door and placed a new key.
You say we are now friends
But your glares are invitations
They tell me all your bad intentions.
Your friend never liked me
Your other friends never met me
Why were you hiding me.
You ignore me when he is around
But when he leaves l am the first to be found
Your confessions of love towards me are so profound
I just wish they could always be around.
Every chance l get of moving on is immediately crushed
You destroy my insides everytime l take you
I always hear how you will be the death of me
At least in the afterlife l can tell tales of the good times we had.
Life might get hard
I feel like running away
But only you know how l feel
You blow all my troubles away
Sometimes l steal money just to get you
But everytime l take you l have to admit l feel guilty
Not because you made me a crook
But because my reasoning and health you took.
No one understands how you make me feel
Your steam makes me feel like a man of Steel.
Anyone who comes between us l might just ****.
When your kisses kick in everything starts to fade
And my eyes turn red.
I only love you when it's half past five
The only time l can put you on a paper
And roll you like a wrapper.
I used to run away from you
But whenever l wake l only hear your voice call
Maybe it is your seeds that make my hair grow.
What would be
If l had not wasted all my time on me
Time is money but you gave yours for free
We were once a baobab tree
But now we are just a cut down brunch
Can we talk about it, can l take you to lunch
Your love was bitter sweet like a lemonade punch.
Now you call and tell me about him
I pretend not to care
How long will l sit back and stare.
If l had a time machine l would change nothing
Because it seems he makes you happier
Your happiness is all l ever wanted
I just took it for granted.
I called you on your birthday talking about all the good times we had
Thinking it would bring you happy memories but it only made you mad
How come he gets to facetime you
All your cousins comment about how cute he is.
I asked you if you love him
And you said you would learn to overtime
Does love have a syllabus now
If it did only l can get an A+
For you l would never bunk a class.
He might have all the money to take you to fancy restaurants
He can buy you a plane for all l care
But love is not expensive or extensive
Only pure, true and plain.
You tell me about how he spent the night at your house
And how all his kisses are like mint dollar bills
About how he never drinks or takes any pills
But l know you enjoyed our cheap thrills
I was Romeo and you were juliet but our love never killed
I never got drunk for the fun of it
But l had to take all that for you
It's no excuse l know
But l am no confident guy as you know
Without the pills and potions l can never show my emotions.
I still dream of your smiles when l carried you around
Like a little kid
And when l used to buy you chocolates and flowers
Instead of the fillet minourn
And the rest l cant even pronounce.
Maybe you enjoy all that l don't know
But just know l am here now and forever more
I know this sounds cheesy
But writing my emotions is easy.
Not am l a great literate
For most of my work is of moderate
Words Speak to my soul
Like Jesus did to the people of Nazareth.
Every letter is like a unique colour
50 shades of wisdom and power
To encourage me every hour,
Even when l am singing in the shower.
Only few ever see my writing
Because we are all too busy fighting
But words are my armour and clothing and l fear nothing.
Reading feels like the narrator is speaking through my eyes
And we share the same lows and highs.
I never thought of myself as a good lyricist
Until l went to the pharmacist
And he gave that good Baptist.
But l removed myself from the ethist.
I used to wrestle my words with my words
But l realized hey, this is for kids
I was reading too much
So l had to reap my seeds.
Words with a zest of sly confusion are the ones of the right fusion.
When l know what they mean l will get the
To use the in the best intention.
The say the pen is sharper than the sword
But the sword has cheated and left the world cold.
Words to me are straight and narrow,
They shoot my mind like a straight arrow
Sometimes funny but they are no Jack Sparrow
Every statement hits the bone marrow
Like Moses speaking to a Pharoah.
Faith moves mountains,
words flow out from the Great fountain
The same in which Greats like Mandela
Had mental minds of an alien Gorilla,
And Michael Jackson got his lyrics for thriller
Or like Bryson tiller almost wrote a song for Maria
And the biblical story of Noriah
Words ******* away like an Attack from North Korea
I start to feel Great like lm friends with Sia
Haha You have no idea.
time is my enemy death is a Friend
a friend that will not be my beginning
but my end
A friend that is heavenly send,
and no one can take a stand.
the Rich never have enough,
the poor never have too little and everyone has to settle
it will relieve me of all my pain, disgrace,my embarrassments and my debts.
a friend that is a sealed fate,
but we don't realize the date,
For no witchdoctor or prophet can tell us when it was set.
when l die l hope reincarnate as a cat
for he has 9 lives and stays as the pet.
l live everyday like it's an eternity
for if l lived it as my last,
will l not disturb my sanity.
if wishes were horses and time machines could fly through time,
l have only one desire
to warn my self "watch out for the wicked
and never retire".
For the Strongest face the hardest fight.
and the realest live the hardest life.