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.

I place my wildest dreams in a system where I can contain
To avoid judgement in a world full people to name
As I learn to drop my pride and forget my fears
I'm still afraid of a woman, I can't name that I'd love to get near
Time ticks so why waste minutes on a bad trip
Of allowing your mind to go and travel through all the bullish
Of evil that tries to deciet you as you drop down to the lords knees
Keep attracting princesses when it's a queen that you truly need
Would you die for peace?
Bleed to survive?
Take the answers off another's test or actually try?
Why lie?
We all creatures of a bad habit
I tend to carry baggage
Still kinda afraid of average
Just felt I needed to express through this hallow pen
To The Lord is the simplicity of my minor thoughts in which I'm tryna send
Please don't resent
Honesty, the truth
Pain doesn't come unless you allow the pain inside you
Whatcha tryna do?
Will fight for what you believe ?
Will she love me unconditionally?
You promised me you wouldn't leave.
My imagination has grown but first it had to die
The terror of the nightmares
The sleeplessness of a lie
Release what you have inside.
I promise it'll set you free
Take a look at your blueprints
Before you go and try to fix me.

Can't function, I.... I Can taste the passion in her sweat. Light kisses. Confusion...I can taste the venom in her lipgloss, I feel the hesitation in her heart with every breath.
She takes over control, not allowing my hands to explore her land
Telling me to keep my eyes closed...placing her soul in my hand
Blood pressure rises, rises like the pain of a fever
As she diggs her nails into my skin, as she makes a sceptic out of a believer.
Eyes closed so I can't read her.
Was this all planned? Was I drugged with honesty? Am I just another victim, the captivation of a queen sized cell, holdin a lying man?
my ink absorbs in her body, passionate writings forming on the wall. The sunrise, with goodbyes and kisses. The moment you know she'll never call.
*** was her weapon...small cuts from her seduction, as I attempt to break from these lust chains...Drained from toxic pleasure, infected, deceasing slow.. from a woman's lustful rage.*

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I mean...I... I apologized
I attempted to do what makes me most uncomfortable
I Admit. Admit that I needed to commit to something that could of raised happiness, raised my vision. I guess I saw something...it was just an abstract view...I walked into a museum only to misinterpret you.
The sculpture I thought was broken. I thought it was missing pieces...these were my distorted and ignorant views
When the truth is...I'm the broken one...the critic of his own self review
I didn't know...it was sucha short, intense time and quick moment, I guess when they say handle with care...the few chances of opportunity to display your control, are the ones you need to learn to grab on to and hold it. I Regret. What's that? I never look back. I just wish I could of accepted what I knew was important...I wish I could of handled the truth and the facts. Cause I've become someone else. You've brought this newfound inspiration. not as someone you yearn for...this is a person who's supposed to be part of your journey, the friendship of wisdom and honesty in your future creation. I apologize. I'm aware it hasn't been that long. I'm a man of chipped pieces. I'm a sculpture with many flaws. I think I miss the person I felt most comfortable with...not due to feelings, just the fact they cared at all.

If you choose to lose, lose your pride
If you choose to gain, gain in mind
Paint a picture, draw a sketch
Not of ignorance but the potential beauty we may have left
The ocean that is created of gold
The simplicity we find in the hearts we freely accept. Which is...

Free will.

The blockade that stops our force of habits to want, to control.
To make someone love you
To make someone become cold.
I can't explain a great idea...
I can't show you the road to glory..
I can lie and deceive an angel
I can kiss her goodnight and tell her the same fantasy stories.
Of a place of imagination
Where ya wildest dreams can run, they can develop their own creation...
As people.

It's free will...

We hold the pallet, we paint our own destination.

Probability hit me so my chances have shorten as I play life's game
It's all about taken each and every hit! Stop searching for a innocent person to blame
As I sit back and stare at the reflection of my potential.
I realized all life's situations are half pain half mental
Dre beats with the silent instrumentals
To ensure the heavy facts as I script the poetic verse
Maybe god gives sin? Maybe he enhances a potent curse.
Maybe I need to stop for a second and learn to appreciate...
It's easy to rush to the front, it's hard to understand how to patiently wait
As I follow my guardians faith
And block out envy and greed
Lord, I'm trying to get the difference of a want, to a need!
Can you finally hear my pleas?
Why must I scream for you to hear me!?
Why must I need to drink a couple shots, hop in the whip for you to help steer me!
Taking every bit of risk
While swallowing my pride and lowering my fist
I've been the star in every game
Stopped, and learned how to humbly miss.
I've taken poison out of a snake's kiss
Taken hatred out of a heart full of anger and turned it into bliss!
I've giving EVERY ******* THING! Whats the point of all this?
How you perfect? You put drugs on the land with the bites of a serpent...you made blacks forced servants, placed diseases that have no purpose...you've killed over a million and never had to give a reason! You rarely give help to the sick, crying! Internally bleeding!
You continue to stuff the obese, the skinny aren't feeding.
You tell us to pray for goodness! Ain't that ish so misleading.
I don't wanna say you misleading cause you our lord and savior
I'm just sayin look at yourself before you judge my behavior!*
(God)
You're issue Bland is you never been honest with yourself
You pray for the benefits of wealth and forget to be thankful for your health
I've brought you to this gate cause your mind has lied about your "learned" and understanding lessons
My son, I'm making you struggle for you to one day understand every bit of your life, make good on your bad lessons
I've given you gifts that you can unwrap and released you out of the devils grasps, I remember giving you more chances when you dropped on your knees, thinking it was your last.
Why is it I you bash?
Ironic how you preach "in life stop looking for others to blame"
This the same man who looks at his father for the reason he slashes his God given name
You and him arent the same.
You need to release every bit of this aggression
You need to come back to my house, Close your eyes and count your blessings.
I lead by example, I teach forgiveness
Your entry now, Bland, Cannot be guaranteed, not when live with envy, hatred, greed.
Stop cutting ya morality only for pity to gush out and bleed
Stop looking for the weak to prey on, and feed.
Next time we meet I want you to be a better man
Realize I'm not your punisher
I'm your guidance...I'm your support system...your biggest fan
Know every test I send you is all apart of your plan. So when I see you back...you'll be a better man. Follow what you believe, guide your heart with an honest hand.

Her parents told her to "grow up" so she put away her diary
Use to have stories of being queen, ones that were all blissfully inspiring.
But imagination grew tiring
And apparently so did she..
It's Job hunting, which heels? Which follows uncertainty.
With her heart that always peeks, and opens up that one page, that one that said she'll grow up but never truly act her age.
The page of "Never, Never Land", gum drops in Candyland, following the yellow brick road with toto and the tin man. Toes in the kingdoms sand
And Prince Charming as her ideal man.
Not one care in the world, living life joyest & open minded without any plan.

What happen? Why did she lose all she believed?
Did life take her imagination, walk away and just leave?
"Happy" was what she wrote down when asked what she wanted to achieve...
When women lose their innoncets
When little girls listen to reality and stop creating new ways too dream.
When her mind loses faith, when her heart starts to bleed
When love becomes a nightmare, pain suddenly is there, honesty becomes a lie and happiness becomes "I don't cares"

When girls become women
When simplicity becomes complex decisions
Take a moment to close your eyes
Women, see the honest little girl deep inside your distorted visions

Open up your diary now and write one more line
That girls have to grow up, but tht doesn't mean inside.
(Now open and smile)