It’s the lie of passive anger
The belief in blissful loss,
False desires of imperfection
They all really want the gloss.
Give the apology after the ******
The political game is intact,
It always hurts when you’re lied to
Even worse watching the act.
Who puts a baby in the trash
To forget about their troubles,
Who really trusts the husband
Who has a body double.
As crazy as Tom Cruise
Dynamic like white paint,
It’s a fact till it's false
True motives behind the saint.

It doesn’t take glasses to see
It’s not the best season to be a man,
The most exhilarating heartbreak
To be your only fan.
Jack Daniels doesn’t lie
It so lonely at the top,
Suicide calling from the bottom
Just waiting for my drop.
No one cares if I’m smart
They only care if I’m useful,
Time even breaks that belief
When I’m no longer youthful.
Today I should make a pledge
I wont write for the fame,
Too bad yesterday kept the promise
But tomorrow doesn’t do the same.

The anger felt so good
i wasn’t sure
until yesterday told me
he was the cure.
A me unlike me
the stuff of nightmares
backed into a corner
not a single care.
An interesting failure
to lose my cool
the most homemade sin
to act a complete fool.
Calm and collected
till reality threw a surprise
i knew about my alter
but I didn’t know his size

We honestly believe it
without a reason
the music tells us
it’s dark chocolate season.
Sounds good and natural
an authentic flavor
rich and black
the realest to savor.
So we go to the places
to let our money fall
only to find out
there’s no sugar at all.
Not what we wished
not worth our cents
all broken promises
and disappointments.

If I was dangerous
would you then remember me
remember my cologne
recall its taste?
If I build self-esteem in harsh terrain
and force feed you my pungency
could I be in your primary thoughts
sit in first place?
If I was a contortionist
and took your emotions with me
would I matter tonight
change your life?
If I could be everything you dream of
and make you fear its urgency
can I take you home
temporary wife?

Sometimes I forfeit peace
to log on and feel a release
slave to its master
freedom on a leash.
Thoughts laid prostrate
forced open is the fate
my life a potluck
privacy open to mutilate.
Username and password
alias to a dream deferred
pressure to fulfill
purpose completely blurred.
My brain belongs to me
i give it away freely
my business senses love it
the common ones disagree.

My lips around your waist

nothing else compares

hot-headed temper

smoke-colored hair.

Just like I like em

no good for me

comes when I call

perfect with tea.

My cheapest girl

worth the fix

bad for my health

like other chicks.

A wanted burden

unlike them

i waste my breath

on both of them.