You look so beautiful in this light, the stars bring out your eyes.
You look so wonderful tonight, let the moon heal those past lies.
If I could write a story about you, babe
It would be the best of kind.
A princess who needs one simple kiss, to realize what true love feels like.
Let the melody of my piano sooth you and my voice help clear your mind
Let our love become eternal like this flame
As our two hearts forever intertwine.

I would chase you for a thousand years
No woman like this can be found again
You are the love that completes my soul
You are my best friend.
Cry on me when life grows tough
Hold my hand to never feel alone,
Hold on to me when your heart has grown tired & given up
I promise to carry you home.

Finding love isn't easy
But we cross our fingers for luck
Breaking free from our past maybe hard
But that one person can release our hearts when they're stuck

Give a chance to embrace all it brings and allow yourself to love
God send me an angel who can heal my broken heart and show me the meaning of true love.

This is hard for me to admit because I'm strong willed and stubborn
But I wish you never left me for your original lover
Thought that we had somethin'...
Really, maybe it was nothin'
Maybe you showed me all your cards but I still thought you was bluffin'
By no means can you push me and make me fall any harder
Why must the toughest lessons come from misery, heartbreak and trauma?
You broke through my armor,
Taught me how to speak drama,
Things was heating up so much our hearts molded together like angry lava.
Cause passion means pain and love means stress
Nothing worst than giving someone your all only to receive back less.
I gave it all to you, you hit the nail on the chest
You really must of meant it when you whispered "I want to forever put your heart at rest"

Maybe I'm being aggressive like you always said
"I hate you" "get away" & "Please drop dead"
Must of not recognized that words hurt just like fist
Maybe I should of R estrained myself from calling you a "selfish *****"
But you pushed me to this
Don't lie, you know it
Must of forgotten. It's not a good idea to ******* a poet.
Now you're just words, ink that's bleed from my pen
Your evil to my nightmares, my suffocation to vent
My soul is clouded and bent
I have nothin left
They say you prosper when your body starts to slowly regress
And I have no regrets
They say "you live and you learn"
Got that tatted permantially on all the scars from your lashings and burns.

(You cut me deep)

You morally killed me, mentally drilled me!
You was looking for unauthentic, never the real me.
Couldn't make you see
Because emotions make us blind
I hope when you close your eyes, the memories haunt your mind.
As you walk all alone knowin' all the good you left behind.
All those long, draining times
Trust me, I'm doing just fine.
**Remember, it's the people you never needed that are most important, to finalize your design.

A flower blooms on a tree that's grown from disaster
Maybe that's why I was cut from a tree of an unmoral *******
Now that's a classic
Wrapped up with a black attitude and white wrapper
Who's probably built from disaster
And puts on a mask and is one hell of an actor
Detach him, he's already ripped apart himself
If I die I die alone and only ask my mind for help
Since it's the only thing that knows how I think I'm feelings
Burn me, shoot me, **** me and take me of all my self inflicted healing
What's more appealing?
A slave or a cellphone
Wait...those are two of the same
We all slaves of this technological hell zone
No more kings going after thrones and Free people looking to roam
Just individuals pumped up with 140 characters and 4 inches of styrofoam
Boys chasing after silicon, little kids with no parents home. How you expect them to grow when their role models are a phone?
Hm, now they telling me
"Dougie Simps you needa calm down and set the example"
Says the same ***** who walked around givin every past man a sample
Of that bitter taste
***** that's waste
Pop it out for any man that slowly cuffs the waist.
I've been hiding, but silently residing.
Tryna be more political with my words but nothing like Obama or Biden
My mind is like ferguson
My neurons starting to riot
My white side is talking **** and the black remains quite.

Because I'm a mixed race...

But **** it
I'll speak upon my silence
Cut Em without resorting to violence
Adding up my victims then dropping em. Tell me, did you understand my minus?
A mixed kid, with black and white **** who's corrupted with false interpretation and modest assumption that creates more than the funk did with bass hits in the lips until they bleed and split...am I a monster? a monster with darkness that slowly drips with Martin Luther King's instructions?
Promising to have a dream while loving the only woman who doesn't entirely love me
I've live streamed all your dreams and collected your high beams to gather light on your light subject of racist and evil things cause ****** is no longer a curse, it's a way we just see things and hatred is no longer frowned upon it's a part of what life brings as we let the Angels and heaven sings while we clip and chop her wings and expect her to rise to better things, that's what society silently brings then hang these animals just like minks...then ask them to do the simplest things like selling your soul for diamond rings! I propose to this LIFE! Whatever the **** that statement means.
Do you enjoy being enslaved? stuck inside your own cave? where your name is trayvon and you can't escape this white cave? but freedom would come if you were Dave and living on high estates. Why is pressure on the blacks? Society expects us not to break. But you wouldn't consider me "Us" since I grew up in a "good" home. That stupid ******* stereotype need to DIE AND BE BURIED ALONE!
It's like closing your eyes for fun and putting you mouth to a gun. Blindly your suicidal and everything that society wants you to become, who contradicts what you say to the kids when you ask for someone to take out the gun...because you're a HUMAN you're a HUMAN and freedom is what you want. Get my metaphor? Understand my analogy? **** my friends, family and her for never understanding me! Don't accept my Apology... for speaking. Sorry for trying to see things fully, a scared soul trying to peek in.
But let's face it...it was never truly okay...For ever trying to just be me.

X, let the bass run...because now a days the only thing that don't hurt...is the rhythm and dying of the beat.

My reign has ended. 3:16 praise the highest.