I cannot keep watering dead flowers.
I cannot keep tangling with powers
Way beyond my ken.
I cannot keep hoping for more.
I cannot keep fighting this war
And losing all over again.

As much as I miss you, dear,
I cannot keep watering dead flowers,
Not even an IV can save them now.
Why I'm still trying is unclear,
But I've been giving CPR for hours,
Trying to save this somehow.

I cannot keep watering dead flowers.
I cannot keep tangling with powers
Way beyond my ken.
I cannot keep hoping for more.
I cannot keep fighting this war
And losing all over again.

If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
I would already have exhausted
Every existing note
And created some new ones just for you.
I'd master every instrument
And grow extra arms
So I could serenade you
With a symphony just half as beautiful as your soul.
If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
I would already have exhausted
Every combination
Of our twenty-six letters.
I'd master every language
And grow extra tongues
So I could serenade you
With a symphony just half as beautiful as your soul.
If I could write you a song
To make you fall in love
It'd be a duet
Because you play too
And I don't like how my voice sounds
Without yours accompanying it.
We'd play together
So we could serenade each other
With a symphony just half as beautiful as our love.

I never believed in love at first sight;
But I do believe in love at first touch,
At first handshake.
I believe in love at first word,
Both uttered and sang.
I believe in love at first laugh
Shared over an awful cup of coffee.
I never believed in love at first sight
Because my dear how could I have known,
With just a simple glimpse,
The way your touch would stir my heart,
The way your words would woo my mind,
And your song, send shivers down my spine.
The way your laugh could sweeten my burnt coffee.
I never believed in love at first sight,
But, my dear, I believe I love you.

My heart pulsed
When he walked into the room,
The way it only used to do for you.

Something in the way he moves,
All I can do is stare.
Something in the way he moves,
Oh God, it isn't fair.
Something in the way he sings
Calls my heart to him.
Something in the way he sings
Fulfills my every whim.
Something in the way he shows me
The beautiful ways he loves,
Something in the way he shows me,
That he was sent from up above.
Something in the way he moves me
Sings my broken heart to sleep.
Something in the way he shows me
That he is mine to keep.

Madmen and lovers have such seething brains
Inspired and insipid they feel their pains
Madmen, their imagination bleeding into fact
Lovers, past the point of no turning back
Inspired to create anew
Insipid in what they are required to do
Madmen and lovers dream the same dreams
They know nothing is as it seems

I don't sling rock I sling rhymes
Though it's not illegal it's still a crime
Cause my words leave you wounded
Not from bullet holes but ears you bled
Cause you know the truth hurts
So everyone averts
Their ears and their eyes
And buy into the lies
Cause they're easier to swallow 
Than that cold ammo
That plagues my streets
And defeats
The home I once knew
Til nothing is true 
Cause that needle in your arm
Isn't doing just you harm 
This city's in our veins
And with all our aches and pains
It draws into one heart one head
So for each man falling over dead
We lose a critical piece 
Of what makes us unique
And fall into the stereotype 
That we're nothing beyond a crack pipe
But I've been this city 
I've seen what makes it pretty and gritty 
I've seen the truth in its heart 
I've seen the truth in our art
That's created this Eden 
But off that apple we've been feeding
Now we've fallen so far
It seems like we'll never even reach par
But in this ghetto I live
Hoping to see it learn to forgive
It's mistakes and my own 
So we can return to our rightful throne