He is a soulless body, roaming through the blacktop
waiting for those anxious female touches to just stop
He has the emotional capacity of igneous rock
so love isnt a thing his heart keeps in stock
Females shouldn't expect him to sweep you off his feet
he'll hand you a broom and tell you to leave him be
Its not that he's an *******,  females he'll never mistreat
hes just a loveless soul, his heart hath already retreat

All these words i embellish with this pen,
are just a window they use to look within
they just might flow when i ingest this gin
but all im doing is recording my sins



they dont understand as my chest starts to burn
i take a deep breath, my fears scatter as ashes in an urn
and i begin flowing, the words begin to churn
coming out of me as the syllables begin to turn


I knew as soon as I saw Mrs. Angelou's "Still I Rise"
There was nothing that could make me lose faith, not even their lies
The nonbelievers were the killers in my eyes
and those very nonbelievers were who lost my ties