I have one life to live, so why get married??
I mean they say life is short, so let live and let’s live…
I have no time to settle coz I’m subtle…
I have no time for soapy Love
I feel like Bobby Brown…

Maybe I am supposed to be a Rockstar…
Plus I don’t know how to propose, look at my raw scar…
But yah, I guess this won’t mean **** until “it’s all said and done”
Maybe die sad and young…

I think I’ll call this piece, *One life to live!!!

“There's nothing like doing something that you can grow old and die with. No additives, no preservatives, no fashion just passion…pure talent!!”

Truth carved by the bold
Wish you were the muse loved by the World
Art belittled to products, hurts like brand-new shoes
My heart brittles for such, coz’ of these brand-new fools
Cheers, accolades with standing ovations feeding our desires
I hear echoes late, is it withstanding storms with patience or cheating the fire? Get to the point where angry is Love,
And touch the soil so you can hang me for being a dove
Unnatured species promiscuous with the bloodline of Iscariot, the nerve…Read this uncensored thesis, like how you believe in Prometheus, syfys and these patriots you serve...
I’d Love to tell you that the yolk of my heart resonates a planet unknown…That the Soul of my Art will exonerate you from this magnet ten fold. That Existence is preliminary to existing, not the other way round. That this is the military of my existence, to figure the way out…

**But…when last have you seen a human being?

I would write,
even when I know no one else would read
I would rhyme,
even when I know no one else would heed  

Desertification, I picture nothing but pen and page
In the same respiration, the Creator wrote something
in the Sand for Change…