Pretty are the eyes that tell the most dangerous lie
I love you
I need you
Their tongue is the blade hidden in disguise
As it dances down your throat
Don't choke
But their love is too big to swallow
They left you there feeling hollow as a log
Their vain excuse feel like hollow points or a buzzsaw

Dangerous are the curves that talk with no lips
Got my endorphins throwing a fit like a toddler
Baby I need to see you strip
Cause you carrying weapons that shouldn't be legal
Got me stuck on repeat like a seagull from Nemo
You so bad, you deserve a sequel
Now sell me the fantasy I came to buy
As I try to escape the pain from the pretty eyes that told me the most dangerous lie

Analytical
Is the pen of my mind
Listening to beats to fine the time
To write the mysteries of my mind
Divine
Is the fruit of these rhymes
The manipulation of verbs
I play with both like *******
So sit back and observe
The curses that lay inside these words
Cause a human was never born
So can never produce anything of divine quality
Poems
Are to expose the demons inside of me
God one of your children is asking for a divine lobotomy
Poetry was the key to the cage
Like the magic harp that made ceberus sleep for days

Pen to the pad
Let my sins drive
So you know I'm about to crash
Hammers flash
Leave your body drunk with no flask
Corpses stink like a skunk that ripped ***
So the last thing you want to do is put your ego first
Or you'll be swallowing dirt

This is reality for some kids
More likely to see a casket than college
All we know how to do is spread out shattered mentality like pollen
The season of fall is like nature shedding tears for the fallen
So I put this pen to the pad
And my soul in these verses
To try and obliterate these curses

Got to get busy, it's time to eat
took too many loses
can't taste defeat
The feet of my foes creates a beat
leave you drunk like you in Tennessee
cause the ten I see is that Hennessey  
what's gotten into me?
I was afraid the poetry community would never accept me for me
I'm what hip-hop used to be
there's no changing me
call it my acceptance speech
A king taking his throne
Give me my scepter please
Now get down on both knees

Sitting in silence
Wondering if I'm rich enough to see the back of my eyelids
Haven't decided
About to grab this pistol and get violent

My stomach hurting
And I'm making no money with this cursive
Writing my own hearse
Being black makes it worse
Cause nobody gives a ****
Rather see you in the dirt

I forgive but never forget
Internal anger making me sick
Protect your neck
When you bow down
Your head is dismissed