They say not to hold on
to what is now gone
But
it still upsets my gut

Little b little r little e little a
Oh how I wonder if you are well today
I think of you almost everday, I wonder if you have found your way, are you doing okay?
Once a fragile, broken girl,
I pray you've found peace in this world
I hope that work has kept your pockets full, I hope that play has kept you wonderful.
I pray that dark rooms shine with your light from within, that God has kept you safe in a world of sin.
I remember when we were stupid and small, and I haven't forgot you in any way at all.
I pray the boys all treat you right, and that you have sweet dreams at night.

Looking for a group of friends
Driven by art and music trends
Sweep me off my feet this week
I've lost interest in food and drink

Looking inside all of you
Life is not as bad as I made it out to be
Reading your work gives me hope

King of the house hosts a royal crowd, a ring surrounds his post, all loyal to the crown bounds a herd of proud mammals from all around the world.

Chameleons in the jungle locked changing colors hide
As the lions on the rubbled rocks hanging out and sigh
A passing fly mumbles talk both meat & leaf eaters sufferin this life
Feeling the struggle at the top parrot says free your mind with words it's worth it share life with those at rock bottom and those in cloud nine.

As chirps of birds protesting the parrots' wise lines
A chameleon disappointed us all wasting all our time
Heard from the rest of the herd he tried to join us then sighed,
That white water rapids entered the river to the red sea after one year of rivers clean.

Whenever we leave and life ends:
We never forget family and friends.

Growing older found my reasons
Flowing bolder lines this season
Snowing colder outside freezin

Slow time stuck writing lines a satellite with no reception lost in outer space. Odd square boxed in a blank existence the problem is scattered makes no sense stuck typing rhymes from this melted head. Molten lead my bones ache gravity is crushing me I'm floored to the carpet can't get on my feet to stand up and go to sleep in heaps of moon dust broken lungs no oxygen smoking guns spoke enough now I'm done.

I don't need to sleep when all I do is tweak
I don't need to eat but living on the streets

This is the tale of a group of dope fiends
Slip on a sale fail to bring back the green
Tip over the scale ain't enough for the team
Speed pace pale face hear a woman scream

Paranoid when we get back cause the go was a weak sack and all the dough didn't make it back to the hands of the man who has our back

Imperial seriously no cereal in the mornin
Im feral furiously killa serial and storming

Boss man with the master plan worries
Bout empty hands and pockets he hurries Streets ain't a joke think old bloke out in the cold with nothing warm to hold and mold growing in his arm slowing down Stop
Read between the lines there is hope for these guys quit the dope for now or die don't give up always try even when we cry

We have shared our lives and to our surprise we can't keep this up forever
We have dropped the guise and haven't lied we stay meek humble and kind

Live on the edge wedge a knife in our back
I sign a pledge I never ****** your wife but you just couldn't believe that
Friends to brothers to sharing mothers
All a ruse so you could bring down another man who had shared only truth with you

Three remain in a hotel left broke & tame
We see you man a local soaked in shame
Each of us know the deceit in your words
Knew the greed make you flee like birds