I want the people knowing they made Day,
If that’s the case; or no case... make another day;
-Hey, I don’t want to turn into Malcolm or Michael;
I just wanna be what I wanna be...
Kovu, Mushu, Samuel; Bruce Lee -pure mind, **** Bill, Ip Man currency;
Me and my friends are under the sea,
Ernie and Bert are on Sesame Street,
They naughty away, displaying heart break; one day they’ll say it’s egregious;
Down here, -whales
-Nobody beat us,
Deprive us from our freeness, or leave us for our weakness,
There’s no place more exquisite, diabolical; omniscient like under the sea...

I just wanna live young, fall hard, talking love; fog season...

Can I be a petitive anomaly?
Can I be condescending pompously?
Can I touch on your skin and examine your eyes like there’s no bound to thee,
Can we slowdown the time to entwine minds and be,
One with our breath before the first drop of sweat electrify our senses to heal and define divine as we activate dormant currents in spine?

You don’t notice me but in time you will,
This connection is bigger than the Wachowski’s “Red Pill”...

Girl you must understand...

I wanna be your man, like Morpheus and Carrie Anne.