That line in the sand
Overlooking the warm and welcoming sea
I walked up to the line and stared at it intently
And in those moments a war was waged within me, my head and heart both taking opposing sides
Here I'll relay as much of that intense conversation, from beside the battle lines

Brain: we shall not cross that line! For who knows what could be waiting on the other side!
There could be crippling danger or possible injury! Diseases and financial ruin could lie across that line!

And my heart took those sentiments in kind, and then responded with the following reply

Heart: we must cross this line! Not knowing is part of the thrill! And you're right we could be hurt crossing over to the other side! But that's part of life so just chill! There could be Love and adventure, wealth both in money and in experience and enjoyment of our surroundings! We've starved in life for too long and it's time we move forward by boldly leaping and bounding!

I guess, like two face I'm in two minds about my situation
But I'd rather consider my options and move decisively than run blindly in like LEEEEROOOYYYYYY JEEEENNNNNKINNNNS

It's the Twilight of my favorite season
Summertime is slowly coming to a close
There are so many things left to discover and open
Like, that bedroom over there and possibly your clothes
Is it that obvious how ravenous I am
For your heavenly body?
I swear I'm an alcoholic for your sweet nether regions and you're a large bottle of bacardi

It's crazy how naughty My thoughts are of you I swear I'm a hormonal animal because of what I want to do to you...
So summertime is coming to a close, and that does **** hard
But the hot fun that we could have together... that my dear has yet to start...

Blood.
Dripping crimson essence of life
Warm and wholly essential for my feeding tonight.
My body is ready for the darkest harvest
of the... heh heh... innocent sacrificial lambs placed before me....

The flesh unsuppled... and the blood so pure

MORE! I NEED MORE! I'M AS INSATIABLE AS A DOG IN FRONT OF A STEAK!

Blood on the walls...

Pac was right when he said it was a set up,
Violence and bloodshed every day got a brotha fed up, these demons won't let up. Got me crying into pillows at night, wondering if it's worth waking up to see the sunlight. We got, poor people going through generational struggles, got a presidential candidate that'd gonna make the hell underneath the soil boil and bubble
The three witches, can't help us now you gotta struggle fight and claw for table scraps like we're helpless and wild.

And even though the world feels like a cheap setup, we gotta put the sunglasses down
And keep your head up

I can't afford attachment
Because my peace of mind is too costly
Not that I don't truly care about anyone
It's just that nowadays it seems like trying to be nice
Is Like playing Russian Roulette with a submachine gun
Now it seems like playing with people's emotions is the latest form of fun
and you can't stop people from feeling, it's like trying to move the sun
So I can't afford attachment, I'm going to save myself excess pain

I wish I could pay for love as my tears fall down like drops in the rain...

Like a lot of people, I love music
Common sense, Lauryn Hill, Musiq Soul child, I need both conscious lyrics and something ignorant and hype to balance it out.
And I've come to the realization
that I've met neo-souls music's living personification

Supple and smooth and conscious at the same time
Melodic and nice to listen to, and she's definitely more than worth the investment of time
With a mind quicker than a .38 at a right wingers waist

Why I never bothered to try to speak to her in high school is a question so hard to answer my brain is gonna end up in space.

I walked into the fun house
I trod into the ball is mirrors
I looked around and quickly realized
That the wiggly and distorted reflections of me
Were by no means ordinary.

I looked at one mirror and saw myself
Crying over a skinned knee in first grade
And I saw myself again in another mirror oversized and indulging in gluttony.

I saw myself, looking on at various crushes in lust filled regret.

The moral of this trip into the hall if mirrors, is very simple. Look at yourself and you'll change what the mirrors reflect