I look at her when she looks at fancy cars
And think i gatta make my dreams work
I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love
And i thought **** i gatta give a love like this
I look at her as she looks into the stars
As she conceals her scars within
I look at her shade a tear of days of crying
I look her tear herself apart
Cause the system hasn't been fair
The system has torn and torched her
Butched her dreams... And fed her fear
I look at her though from a different perspective
I see more woman in her smile
A strong big hearted being
With the ability to make the universe sing
String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine
I see fine art in. Its best form
And this all i see from a distance
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
I look at her when she looks at fancy cars
And think i gatta make my dreams work
I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love
And i thought **** i gatta give a love like this
I look at her as she looks into the stars
As she conceals her scars within
I look at her shade a tear of days of crying
I look her tear herself apart
Cause the system hasn't been fair
The system has torn and torched her
Butched her dreams... And fed her fear
I look at her though from a different perspective
I see more woman in her smile
A strong big hearted being
With the ability to make the universe sing
String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine
I see fine art in. Its best form
And this all i see from a distance
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