The cypher was real, in fact it was authentic
Everything I mentioned, no doubt I meant it
Though I discuss topics that aren't debated
Everybody in the crowd smiled and related
I guess that's another one of life's contradictions
Kinda like the Qur'an I got for Christmas
But my mama encourages the pursuit of knowledge
Whether it be at work, in life, or in college
We understand the meaning of perspective
And if you don't you should at least respect it
Cause though you rap, and I write poems
We both have the power to enlight domes
The two are closer than it may seem
It can be underground or mainstream
Just be true to you, and be humble too
There's no telling in things you might do.

Lightening has struck, in my heart
Something in the dark isn't right
Shellter yourself well in the shadows
Somethings in the belly of the beast
Something in the nightngales gut isn't right.

And until she sings again
Pick a cave to slumber giant
Until a gods signs of birds fly in sunlight.

For every single barracuda smile.

Every apple that we didn't bite. All the dull exotic things I never had the chance to say. The way the ocean is louder at night, the glittering bones of the city, the taste of black cherries. For every paper star, and liquid street, suburban summer mattress like a shrine.

For hands like deep-sea divers through your hair.

The unknown red interior of you, the foreign countries of your thoughts. For every back of matchbook message, every finger tracing up my thighs, and for our reckless lips rubbed raw and red. For all the casual knives of conversation, the snow like stained glass underneath the sky.

For illuminated cities half-submerged.

Every exquisite impulse and grass-scented infidelity. For my heart like glass, like coal, like diamond. The salt and starless seas that crave a sailor. For the hand-grenade of lust and the ugly gardens of regret. For your eyes like earthquakes, like cigarettes, like disaster.

For every dark-haired, blue eyed boy.

I will always love you
And I will never leave,
But when I am gone,
Please do not grieve.
Although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be your summers day,
Like the one we had in June.

I will be that gentle breeze,
That caresses at your cheek,
And I will be that gentle rain,
That falls when you are weak,
And I will be that blooming bud,
That blossoms on the tree,
For I will be there with you,
Not just a memory.
So although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be there with you
On that summers day in June.

And I will be there with you,
As you walk among our dreams,
I will keep you together,
And hold you at the seams,
And when you are hurting,
Know that I am hurting too,
For I wish only happiness
And love to come to you.
I will be that sweeping hand
That moves upon the grain,
And I will be that distant wind
That calls out to your name.
So although I was taken,
Too early and too soon,
I will be beside you
On our summers day in June.