I don't know how much you miss me but lately it feels like we're missing the point
And I don't know how much you love me but love is so distant when we're far from us
And I know just how much you hate me for leaving home even though I did it for us
If you knew just how bad I crave you, you probably won't be mad at all
... but I got you
I don't know how much you miss me but lately it feels like we're missing the point

I'm a flower in your hair
I'm the fragrance in the air
You're the laughter in despair
Hope in moments I can't bear
Fingers trace your every curve
You're the smile I can't but love
Stained and tainted, still a dove
Blessed, descended from above
You're the key to me it's true
I'm dead and breathing without you
Doesn't matter what you do
I'm hopelessly entwined with you

The colours of life all seem bleached out now.
At the edge of euphoria, we deepen our curiousity.
Our need for fresh evidence and knowledge is the river from which the liqour of drive is fetched
And the sands of time are the canvas on which our deeds are etched.
Life births curiousity which in turn births passion, then purpose, drive and accomplishment chronologically
Adam must, however, remember not to forget to keep his feet grounded and not get swayed by the swift tides of this river of knowledge for it is a never ending one that flows into an ocean only swam by the dead and supernatural.
For the ones that matter the most at death are given at births.
It is then, when we've circumvented life and must leave it behind, when we boomerang to the dusty point where it all started, that we have a full palette of rainbow colours where our *** of golden knowledge is found
And not a single shade shall be missing from the crayon box.  
This is fulfillment.
This is Legacy

If life taught me anything, it's that dreams come with sacrifices.
I had to let go of some bad habits and a couple vices
Cos what's worse than bullets that leave your body lifeless?
Staying alive with ambitions that don't materialize. Its
Pretty funny how some folks fail to realize this
And those who do find the process Pretty demoralizing
It's pretty easy to look pretty in every picture
Changing poses and positions like it's kama sutra
I mean, your life isn't fake, you really own it don't ya?
But in the place of your dreams, you got some guilty pleasure
You swear one day, you'll change and grow
But first let's cop that new iphone;
"Versace Versace, **** I'm glowing"
"No plan B, this is all I know"

My obsession with her is such a clear menace
To serenity, hormones are all over the place
I see her fiery soul...
I see her fiery soul.
My intuition is battling all my inhibition
"Abort the mission", she's battling with her indecision
I see her fiery soul...
I see her fiery soul.
They say innocence lost is never retained
It's deeper than lust, it's pleasure and pain
My brain says I should slowly refrain, my heart tells me I can do it again
It's Fvckd up

Take my spirit and my dreams you take
push me down and my dreams you make
connection, such a kind that cant break
inception, such a dream you cant wake
the suspense, such emotion, cant blink
inventive, I'd be dead if I cant think
crazy, don't push me, I'm on d brink
spiritual to physical I found the link
my mind is motivated but my feelings are weak
room so tight, the tension this* thick
fills your mind with pressure so quick
a bag of tricks for you for each week
and am getting heavier, pray I dont sink
the devil at the door hole, pray he dont peek
and I'll keep praying until the world shrinks
and falls in Your hands and just remains meek
and how can I die? there's no bucket to kick
if He made me that way, then am happy ama freak
and when I do wat I do, I dont do it cos I can
I do it cos I know that He made me who I am

May the things we say never haunt us
May the ones we love never wrong us
And if we do, that they forgive us

We Pray

"Is it worth it?"
"Did I put enough work in?"
"Will they love it?"
I ask myself after every piece of art
every attempt at greatness
After all, every great artist ever worked this hard
so why? why does desolation resonate with me?
Why do I retire to an empty room?
If she can't be mine then really,
"Is it worth it?"
"Did I put enough work in?"
"Will she love me?"

The thinnest of eyelids manage to cover the most intimidating pair of eyes
Not exactly white but pure still
Dark makeup figments line her lashes from root to edge
Eyebrows always the same curve
Reminiscent of basic architectural lines
How does she get them the exact way every single day?
A single piercing was never enough. No no. She even speaks of nose and lower lip rings. Who's to say she doesn't have a secret hole?
Well, if she does, finding it would mean going too far
She'll disagree but brighter colored lipsticks flatter her sunny skin shade better than dark gothic tones
She's better suited to a sunny beach than a dark alley
Bananas and peaches than walnuts and chocolate
But she disagrees
Her calm demeanor tells a lot but I know better
The tribal-designed choker on her neck says something different
Her hair runs all the way down. From her bold shoulders to her fragile back past her apple bottoms to the curved cups behind her knees
Sway
Sway
But she hates me

AMBITION > EMOTION

2 in the morning and my mind is on you
4 in the morning and and it still hasn't moved
Somehow I try to design my line of thought
Try to redirect the flow but there's something I forgot
Pebbles cause ripples but they all gonna settle
It's a fight against resolve, I hope they ain't testing my mettle
Cos if they are, then I'm sorry to say I failed woefully
Young and outta patience I'm wondering if there's hope for me
I'm leaping off the cliff, halfway I find epiphany
But now you think I'm halfway dead
Not if I pray and close my eyes and just save my breath
No parachute on my back but I ain't shooting for that
I got a ruler for that
Trampoline on the ground and not a scratch on my back
Now how relieving is that?
And how revealing is this
I found my spot on a map
I put my foot on the hills
I drive the flag to the ground
Vision is lost in the mist
But still I gotta insist
Temptations I must resist
I'm never repping the six
I think it's born of the beast
I think my timing is Swiss
My rhyme pattern is crisp
Get to the bottom of things
And put my name on a list
Of all-time greats and prophets
My name in the sky but it ain't my profit
So let's get back to the topic-my mind on you
But psychology stays dichotic

Everyone did you wrong except for me,
Still I was the only one you did wrong

how is it that I've never been fAMOUS?
the spirit and body, they both wanna blame us
my subconscious is eroding my conscience
I'd fight back if I ever found the patience
living in dreams as lucid as the book of life
that's not at all, you think lucifer dont see the light?
precious as everything I'm built to be
so dont dare talk me down or accuse me

Is there rehab for a workaholic?
I think of it and frolic, forcing little thoughts of my feeble mind to flip and *****.
I wish that I could cherish little moments before they're gone
And have the verbal verbosity of a love song
Long lost in these words ; fire to my c4
Sunset to the sea shore
That's my work to me but I  see
Love through a peephole
Tenacity is feeble and my patience is unfaithful
I think my money tree
must be my rehab
Yea, I can sleep when I'm dead
In my head I can hear
Voices asking me for bread
Fantasizing bout my death and how I lived along instead
Where's the money, gimme that
Cash, credit, bonds and stacks
Cash, credit, bonds and stacks wll take away a ***** life.
Workaholic

Too good at dying to not live long
Too bad at living to never get it wrong
Too high to riot, too ****** to breathe
Too caught up with words to tell the meaning beneath
Too broke for pride, too stubborn for mercy
Too grungy to be dapper, too skinny to be ****
Too old for small thoughts, too young for big words
Too scared to seek clarity, drowning in these words
Too lit to blank out, too ***** for long hours
Too weak to make an effort to have you in my arms
Too late for apologies, **** your assurances just leave the keys at the door