dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.

They should fall. no question.
This has become ridiculous too long 'cause now it's debt'ning.
Becoming blacklisted before forty ain't legit man,
And this being a result of our continued sorrow stories gets me lit - ****.
We're proving that we are more the turn up,
So get the fees moving if you don't want some riots turning up
Listen to the kids bruh, I swear you'll hear the message
that the world needs to listen to for the future not to perish.
We are no Boxers but
hard we work and know our worth and its perks,
And so - like Donald - we deserve all the benefits
We are evidently the scorned for these greedy leaders
Who make empty promises and want more of the nothing we receive it's,
Sickening how the greed has got to their heads so the truth's a blur,
And the reasoning heads to a 0, back to being a baby.
The only 0 that's needed is the percentage of the increase
of fees and the brutality of the police is really of no need,
We fight peacefully and you go around killing and crippling our peeps.
But we won't stop, we the black sheep and donkeys that refuse to listen
to the bull unless it's what we want and it's a continued vision.
Although it may take a bit longer for you to see it,
It'll happen eventually, you'll 20/20 see, the whole thing,
But for now we shall protest and fight for our right
'Cause we're tired - #FeesMustFall - and we shant listen to any Squealer's plight

Let my chest be your bed that soaks your tears so your, face never grows numb to the blue
let my arms be your pillow, that makes sure you're rested well and never dwell on they're, perceptions of “pretty” 'cause you're beau
let your thoughts roam free with me and get to see your, pretty wings and scars 'cause these, make you the beauty you are, I'm in,
...your space and see that you're a star & the solar system. your soul's conflicting with your mind because of, vile lies you've heard from
all these blind guys who, wouldn't tell a gem from a brick. you are totally, the shxt, but even that doesn't describe you well.
they say expressions often tell but, even that don't cut it. there's so much in a name but I can't drop any 'cause you're more than, “ooh”
we are, very perplexed but compatible and beautiful energies that, try to make this world a better place to be for us through our touches &
me feeling your soul tie with mine, not through what lies between your thighs but, the fibres of your mind, I'd be a fool not to clutch
since back in the cut I have been for you, always because you, light my life like the sun shines and washes the dark off the night skies
which sometimes, would **** 'cause, I only get to stargaze and take a visit to the roof to see the moon hoping you would, wink back 'cause I,
need you as much as a, tree needs roots or a, beach needs the blue and moon to direct and control its tide, besides being mighty fine, you..
give me reason to believe that love is. and it's my pleasure to take care of you 'cause, you stayed, even after my flaws.
way deeper than the voice of baritones, your music taste and attitude is one that's of more value than every cost, in this earth, you are..
more than a gem or a love ma, you're a special soul that has more good going on, inside & out 'cause no lie mammi, you sure the definite

Its come to everything that's more broken,
and potently its not only the world,
that makes one lessen their self esteem.

can we just vibe without, ****** ******* being forced,
'cause I dig your aura, I just need that more.
plus your golden soul is more rewarding than the physical elements,

and not taking away nothing from your beau body dripped in melanin
your hella skin, just has a homie dreaming and wishing he'd win,
so we could vibe and snap to jazz while communicating with our hearts, yo' it's,
amazing who you are and what you do and all your strength is lit
you deserve all the best in life, just allow me to capture this

I am ambushed
I creep behind and beneath the birds and the bees
and keep me in an unseen, box
the world is too much of a, hot mess and a hoax
failing to keep up with the happenings in it.
My heart fills with things, which are far from good
and sadly, quite true, but maybe, it is me
Me that is being crude to all situations I predict
and I end up kinda’, conflicting everything that
happens to come my way
my heart runs astray.
My soul tries to keep up but, my,
My heart is too swift for its sway.
I say a lot but I really do not understand
a thing, but what I know is that
my heart runs astray