I'm just telling you man to man,
I don't know what was in your plan,
But I know she told me,
That you ain't nothing on me,
So listen here my homie,
You might as well leave.
No she doesn't want you,
Nothing you can do is brand new,
From a cliff your love it's over,
She's just glad she ain't conceive.
Glad she ain't conceive,
Glad she ain't conceive,
How or when she has a baby,
She's just glad it ain't your seed.

Is there no one in this world that can relate to the things I am,
Understand the things I do,
Change my life in such a way that I feel like new.
I wonder what it would be like to find the one that shares the yolk of mine,
I wonder if my love will come soon or if it will happen in due time,
The future I'm told is known by God and only by Him,
I must be patient and wait for what he knows is coming to come,
But as I wait and wait for the one,
The minutes I am living turn into the years I am waiting.
There are many I do think about,
There are many that could be that one,
I want it to be her, but if it was the other her then we could grow,
All the time I wish that I could know,
Which one to put all my trust in,
Which one to give all of my heart,
Which one that would make sure through all things to come that through it all we would win.
Sometimes I wish I didn't look the way I did,
Then maybe it would be easier to find the right one without all of them closing in,
Attempting to pick and choose the ones that are available instead of waiting and wading through what makes these women my woman.
I think that it is just better to leave all of these things behind,
Leave all the trivialities for others who yearn for a wife or husband to be forever on their mind,
Is it better to be left alone to swim in your thoughts than to be tied down with what the world so greatly glorifies, a woman or man, this was also given by God; but a relationship isn't for everybody,
Is it better to be with nobody and love somebody,
Is it better to wander the Earth and roam, and be forever alone.

The truth is I'm infatuated but I don't want to be,
The truth is I too often wear my heart on my sleeve,
The truth is there is so much doubt within my heart,
That when it comes to trust I'd have no idea of where to start,
I'm not talking about my family or my closest friends,
But I'm talking about those girls that wanna be more than them,
The truth is that I know that God is on my side,
But I still have doubts within my life so I try to hide,
The truth is I can't wait for this world to end,
It seems that all things in this world are a means to an end,
The truth is that the world is full of ignorance,
With people that just don't want to know for innocence,
The truth is life was made to once be easy,
But through our eyes and weaknesses we blatantly betrayed thee,
The truth is that even though we try we have an excuse not to try harder,
The truth is we do whatever we can to impress the world,
But we don't do enough to try and share the love of our Father

Rain falls.
Like the way a drop of water may change the course of a river,
How a seed planted not here but there may for some form of life provide shelter,
How something as simple as a smile may prevent a name on an obituary form,
The joy relief brings when your first, second or third child after 9 months is born,
When one attempts to separate themself from the confinements of society.
When you look into their eyes the truth is seen so in yours you say "Just lie to me",
Not because you love the way they lie but to stop the rain falling from your eyes.
When you say goodbye for the last time and a lump forms in your throat,
You know and they know too that when they're gone you may not cope.
When something as precious as time gains realisation through nothing but death,
When all you have is time how much do you really have left.
Like a single song in your heart which teleports you back to the start.
The choices you made to get paid, get known or even get laid.
How a flower is tall in one season and how it begins in another.
When you woke up this morning but you did not see,
Such a trivial thing as opportunity,
Like a heart or a beat,
A hello in the street.
Rain Falls.

And then there was one,
From once when there was two.
A character in darkness,
Much in the same way as your likeness.
Foot passed before the other,
But then foot stepped under,
From up above eyes spotted thee,
Above the others who also walked under sea.
Ropes angled at stars.
But where do they lead?
You, your mother's seed,
Exist for a need.
The way past.
It is not wide but narrow,
The skies more than the seas are not deep but shallow.
Food sold and not eaten,
Just to make cake.
Horsepower, 28"s and heating
That's what is at stake.
Minds corrupted by "need"
Wise words they choose not to heed.
Encouragement given to seed,
To follow but never to lead.
Age given before their time,
Influenced by lyric and rhyme.
Many climb the ropes,
Many of them fall,
Many reach the skies of gold,
But then fail to love at all.