My merciless will be the black of my empty hand
To feed the world the truth.

Though vibrant,

The vibration in their hearts shake down the
Sands of the seas
And assumes the perpetual movement
Of water.
The cost of a life is even penniless,
I laughed high three times with my head rolling away
In a manslaughter
And mocked all that prayed
Death upon me.
I see now that a life is
Worthless,
And means to live it are condemned to be
Irresistibly irrelevant.

My purpose to my passion is by the works of my spirit unhanded by the world.
My primary goal is to put you in chains and consummate the truth of your fine captivity.

Praise me to be your oppressor.
Crown me be your belligerent tyrant.
Bless me be your lord.

Deny me thy loyalty,
And I grant you a merciless venture
And lamentations
You never believed to be concieved
By the speech of your ******* tongue.
I will purge your freedom,
And multiply your debt to me.
The scourges of your afflictions will be heard,
But not inhaled.

But mocked,
Everything you are,
You have owed to me,
And relentless I will be in obtaining it.

My word on your world will be detrimental and severe,
My sword to your belly will be swift,
But you shall perish in languishing time.

I promised her
A G-Wagon and a Camaro SS
Had her thinkin that I was the best
And we gon make it out the hood.
I had promised her
That we gon build a business together
And... You know what?
**** this weather,
Its been raining all my life,

Hell,

"Baby you bout to be my wife."

I promised her a garden of sunkissed
Cayenne roses and
Crepe Myrtles,

Oh **** a graden of Crepe myrtles,
And an ****** from a drop of the finest wine
Fresh from a muscadine fruit.
I promised her the best time in our youth
And a sweet tooth,
She got a knack for sugar rushes
And blushes.

I promised her a gold and diamond pinky ring,
And a Mariachi Band
Dark purple amethyst stones
In her hands,
Laying down on a black sand beach.

Cause life's a beach,
But I gave her a tidal wave of lies..........

A storm is brewing,
And I found peace with ignoring her calls
For the past few days,
Getting lazy,
The air getting hazy
And maybe I'll hit her back when I'm ready.
Maybe I'll get her back when I'M steady,
Ready, willing and able.

She approached me,
"...I thought you said you don't like fables."
I said "Baby I read fairy tales growing up,
And my whole life has been a biography."
Because I feel like someone is writing down everything I do.
Even the love I had for you.
Never knew how to stay true,
But always stuck to myself,
Hell if it was possible,
Stuck to my wealth.

But try me,
Like James Brown to his "hands down."
That's my best friend.
Walk with me
Talk with me,
And watch how good I make you believe in my vanity.
Fall into my trap door,
You walk in on a cracked floor,
And when you fall thru,
I'll call you,
"The Queen of Stupidity"
Only because...
You really thought you was getting into me.

Dummy.