If I were to make a poem About how you Make me feel It would contain Waves of sadness And mountains of doubts heavy rains of anxiety And tornadoes of thoughts Forests of innocence That the fires of passion Would burn out Lightning bolts of panic And whirlwind of emotions That’s all your about
It occurred to me this morning As I shuffled under the sheets of his skin That if he was Fat Man, I was Nagasaki And if he was Little Boy I was Hiroshima.
Because in the end I will be the one with the disintegrated body And deformed children of memories And he will fly free, The mushroom cloud of my soul's ambition Billowing in the distance.
I broke it off with the love of my life Two weeks after I started a second full time job Which would have given me enough money To rescue him. When I had told him, His eyes fluttered away from mine Like a parent's would And being twelve years older than me, I guess he had room to look at me like that.
What do you do when the one person who you care about More than Kubrick or living Decides he does not want to Put you in a position where You have to take care of him Even though you've always been the adult in the situation And you've grown quite fond of it? What do you do when not even a week after the parting You find yourself Growing attached to another walking disaster Who's body may quake when you touch him But who's skin crawls with the ghosts Of lost admiration Under your fingertips? In a world where I was made out to be a goddess I am now just another cog in the bougeouise high-earning machine. I let love make me it's victim and now I am the Greek goddess of regret And I am fascinated by the way men ruin themselves. He told me he didn't want me to have to be The person who is constantly drowning in work Just to keep our heads above water But I would have walked to hell and back Barefoot If it had meant helping him and staying with him.
Today I woke up in the same bed as my new love And when my fingers grazed his bronzed And toned back, I looked for your scar And it wasn't there And I panicked.
Tomorrow I will wake up in bed alone And I will look for my own scars And I will find them Stretching across all the skin you caressed And the heart you left in shambles And I will rejoice in being home.
Death around theee cornner I got me a burner Huggin' and bustin' on fools fake thuggin' Mean muggin' Since my heart was made of stone Had no choice but to roll.on my own My enemies plot try to get me shot But the bullets always miss Cuz **** nigguhs dont die we multiply Rise with the gleam in my eye Look up in the skies i see blessin' Pourin' If get raided at night My homies we'll be arrested in the morning Still mournin' The days of slavery 400 years and still aint free Heyyyy i still pave the way for better days Sun rays to radiate my skin from sin But since i was made of clay Its hard for me to take in Gladness all i see is madness Used to be the youngest but now im the baddest Put the spark in the heart of a bad ***** Most nigguhs turn snitch then end up in a casket Lifes drastic myself i try to miss the plastic But since i invested in **** life streets had to be mastered recipient of a ******* No ******' father So i played my own rules always skipped curfew Smoke a little **** or two Liqour pours for my homies long buried Bruce I'll always keep ya in my memory My enemies I vision dying vain in mad pain Like an overdose of ******* dead brain Im antimatter So if ya touch me be prepared to get shattered Like broken glass from copper to cash Rollin' in 64 with 140 on the dash as Mash on the gas Evadin' adversaries nothin' is colder Embracin' hell on earth I seee death around the cornaaaaaa
And if yaaaa Feeel me Let the pistol smoke freely Believe me Cops killin' us for free no mercy No quotes from me I just see it how i see it Since i embrace the gangsta lifestyle I had to be it My momma couldnt see it Pastors couldn't believe it That ******* region aint never moved me Or my soul im standing bold Got my eyes 10 years ahead of the game Since i dodged the fame and the flame I'd rather embrace the pain Open knowledge for my brain I feel closer to the devil than to God Cuz he got too many demands for life mod Against all odds? Facin' the nation With my ******* to the world Even the spiritual world gone feel this Im relentless Rip through vocal chords on the track Yea im black so i put a defense to avoid attack Never slack keep all eyes on me Yall can shot but yall will never bury me Im resurrected split up the blunts Stash the **** now the spirits selected Me as a leader born for war In the days of aeon last stages Streets enraged in the need of a Savior I keep my pistol concealed If you got beef I got bullets yo can feel N saturate yo body for its last meal My **** is real straight from grill Im.on the verge of a **** Ya know the deal A warrior and a kin to Nat Turner Im seeing deeath peakin' around the cornnaaaa