Lets get so drunk off each other;
we forget that everything else exists.

It's sad that we are part of a society, so desensitized, that to get a point across, we have to over *exaggerate.

People see what they want to see, so in all reality- what does that have to do with me? If it was up to me, I'd be me. But instead, I play my part in society, so people don't riot me. Ended up hating myself; more than I hate me. So I change every thing that's real, so the fake will be just like me. Real recognize real; sounds simple to me. Just try explaining that to society. Whatever I lack in swag, they'll buy for me.

Too expensive for my taste; Hit Walmart and I'm Gucci, down to the socks. Rings and watch, filled with fake rocks; looking like I got crazy loot- see me, on the street. Somebody shoot - me; for my, jewelry - that's stupid. But don't blame me; I'm society.

I'm being trendy thing, in spite of me. Everything is really real, everything but me. Cover girl issues, making up for free. Hating myself, because society told me, what to think of me. Had all my freckles removed; woke up the next day. Society decided they were ****; why didn't anyone text me.

Mirror on mirror on the wall, amazing grace, respond to call. Who is the sickest of them all? As I watch the hands fall, face forward, right off the wall. Million pieces, scattered wall-to-wall; Society reflected on every piece, as I collected them all.

Believe what you may, its your call. Or wait until Society drops the ball, and blames us all.

Our time has passed,
        many tears have blessed it.

Only time will tell,
        our moments like echos.

My wish is to never forget,
                         the emotions we created,
                                the moments we found,
                                                 the love we made.

Some things are meant to last forever
Some things are meant to fade
Some things are meant to never happen
Some things are meant to change
Some things are meant to make you strong
Some things are just strange

She is an old soul,
lost angel, covered in sins,
she will never regret, her mistakes
make her whole. Pain stole her soul,
now she is a bitter as a lime. With anger weighing
down her heart, with sorrow that will never leave.
Her cigarette smoke blows in the breeze, the grey smoke dissipates ,
but the stress doesn't leave.

I want you,
and want to,
kiss your lips like,
like they were my own two.
make waves of emotion
wash over you,
like a am you.
like one plus one,
equals me and you,
I can feel it in my soul
until our souls mate,
we are not whole.

Let's escape into each other.

She and I
       had the same vibrations
Stuck in our souls
       it only took one look
Deep into her eyes
      For me to feel it

Where you end,
                  and I begin,
                            is where our souls mate.

You belong to yourself,
and you heart is mine.
Our third eye blind,
and our souls-mate with mind.

You pull me in,
To get pushed away,
Say things we can't take back
Rather push us further away.
Use words that nail it,
Apparently dig very deep,
You did this doesn't matter
Matter of fact,  this is your fault
Then over-react. Make up,
Then repeat the same old act.

Punching the drywall,
Caused our walls to collapse.
You keep breaking my heart
Just so we can relapse
Love is pain, my love,
I'm just stating the facts.
The scars the bottom of
Our souls, should tell you that.
Cause sometimes, we do the stepping
And sometimes, we are the ones that fall flat.

I use to love us,
now all i feel is pain
took me for granted
now all i feel is shame
never loved me
just used me
never wanted me
just used me
I played the fool
while you played the game
for your gain
the whole **** time
I thought it was real,
And it cost me my pride.
got me needing you
so you ****** me
by leaving me
let the greedy part of you
get the best part of me
now my own words
are just history
forget what they meant
or what they still mean to me
my reality; was just a fantasy
for your world to see.
Thought we'd last forever,
turns out,
we were never meant to be.

Excuse me for a minute while I spit something specific, on another level like a hydrologic, I spit bionics like i'm hooked on phonics, blowing minds like super sized  Sonics, back to flowing for a minute, being real is doper than fake, you can tell by the way I spit it this ain't a gimmick, I been in it for a minute, all the tricks I done seen it, I been around small circles, literally took the scenic. All the lessons I done learned, watching as my youth relive it. History repeat itself, it's getting older by the minute.

Do you know how many scars you left with me?
All over my heart,
I wear your damage,
like the sleeves of a sweater.
Some how, this pain holds me together.
                  Rather have you,
                   than be empty.
                   hate the pain,
                   but lonely isnt any better.
Whether it makes sense or not.
My heart speaks you fluently.
My mind denies me vehemently.
Thing are meant to be,
as they are,, apparently.

Like beautiful eyes,
                    Words cast spells,
                     that change the future.
                      Use them carefully.

with one look,
         she had me wanting to be with her
         make her so hot, skin feel like fever
         not only do I want it, I need her
         just to touch her, I am longing for
         and to feel her, I long for even more

Cherish these memories.
                                                                ­  Precious as can be.
                                            Blindly chasing goals,
                         has is own penalties.  
      And your enemies,
will swipe your knees.                                  
As best friends,
won't always be.
I'm proud of you,
You not proud of me.
   A bond formed, with trust
    Will always be most important - you'll see

Love flowing over beats on a hot track,
My lyrics so serious given the beat a heart attack.
flowin so slick, my spit, flows like liquid,
I just roll wit it, I'm wicked,
No need to get specific,
I rather just rip it,
I'm so sick wit it,
the quick witt,
Its so ridic,
These critics,
just rip,
They tripping,
They joke on us
Getting me so hot,
I combust,
and bust spontaneous,
Grabbing the mic,
playing two hand touch,
Like I'm Tony Touch,
so dope, they fienin for us,
Getting high off the rush
Fans bobbing their head,
I'm on tour,
Spitting rhythms galore,
my fans roar,
from the dance floor
screaming from more...
It use to be a dream
not anymore,
my girl sitting front row,
Went from poor,
To no worries anymore,
My passion put a foot in the door,
The love for my fans, 100% pure
Without them, is me no more
With them,
I pulled the ceiling off the sky,
down to the floor,
so limits don't exist anymore.

Let my words run down your body,
Wrap around you, branding softly.
Fingerprint trails, smoke rising thin,
Sizzling heat under your skin.

Scorching my path, marking the line,
Each touch whispers, "You are mine."

Propped on pillows, a vision divine,
Legs spread-eagle, an intimate shrine.
Hands cupped your flower, fingers roam free,
Wandering fields of ecstasy.

Eyes closed tight, lost in delight,
Bottom lip bitten, a tantalizing sight.
Fingers dance in a rhythmic spell,
Arousing whispers, where secrets dwell.

The scene before me, pure intoxication,
A moment steeped in deep fascination.
I could only dream, imagine the feel,
As your touch brought pleasure, raw and real.

My words flowed from my mouth like a perfectly tuned faucet, as the bright spot light, shinned down on my off-set. The audience didn't object, to the imagery I painted. My stanza's killing to the page for dear life, waiting to be read right; from my eager lips -- sheets shifting, pages crumbling, stomaching rumbling, the audience attention's shifts - and my nightmare always ends like this.

A day dream, about me sharing my gift. The ability to uplift -- then finding my self in deep ****. In the middle of reciting it. I keep relieving, and re-sighting it. All this doubt in my mind, I keep inviting it. That's why I instead of becoming a spoken word, I'll just keep writing it., because stage fright, is some frightening ****.

I wear my
heart on my sleeve
so like a stain
i cant forget the pain
of,
me losing me
just to find the real you
conflicted
by the contradictions
of you way say
and what you do
loved you from the bottom of my heart
thank god the bottom finally fell through.

This deep, dark stain, called Love, has tarnished my heart.

She wants to be wrong
cause she doesnt want to be right
he doesnt come home
he's always out at night
if nothing is wrong
it always ends with a fight
she can never do good, and he can never do right
was such a beautiful home
now something is not right
she staying up all alone
stressing about something different every night
what did she do wrong?
when has she ever done right?
always been out on her own,
all she knows is how to fight.
she does more pray for help, than she gets sleep at night.
always keep a smile on her bright face, even if she cant see the light.
starbucks coffee keeps her going, and faith keeps her upright.

If I can't love the way,
I want to love.
then take me far away.
If I can't feel,
the way I want to feel,
then, I don't want to;
                                      Stay.

i'm the witness protection, so get with the program
i'm playing the dudes, like chess against an blind man
We can battle in your homeland, where your're the man
I'll call in from Pakistan, secured lines, I'm a grown man.
My confidence is high, light years past the sky
even a wise man asking, who is this guy.  
Like Dan, I'am the Maine man,
you just a part of the plan.
Funny styles, like arnold doing the running man
I'm Arm strong, like Cunningham.
a good look, your'a short gram.
I'm am a cunning man
you are green-eggs and ham
eating you like a grand slam
recording it on my i-cam
coming out the pocket
like a bad stock pick
I'm a line-backer
like a brak-it,
I stopped it
like the opposite of a profit
you ***** made, hope ya bra-fit
you diss didn't even leave a scratch
i warren buffet, without getting off topic
these dudes need to stop it
perfect timing, equals a prophet
so the smart money is on me,
I'm like Master P- when it **** to making a profit
so these P'on's get peed on,
for ions, i'like tre songs,
My game that long,
I been gone