dear heart...

death is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
and where there's a fortune to be had
there will be conmen and back stabbers
out to body your joy
no one ever thinks to break each other off evenly
so if you trace most drama back to the root...
you'll find discolored seeds of greed
that have forgotten to grow
fighting for the most sunshine
but everyone can't have the most
and no one will stop trying
this is usually where you'll find yourself
trying to find yourself

adultery is not necessarily a fact of love
but if you trace most drama back to the root...
study the stem
hasn't it been neglected
a single rose doesn't feel like winning
two was always better than one
but someone will always have one more
a thinking man would follow his heart
and not shy away from the concept of one love
citing public perception
but at the end of the day
you're still whipped
and playas still get lonely
i try to break mine off a piece of everything i feel
and evenly
usually, your flower...
all it needed was any indication
that there was joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
to offset that ugly brown
brittle now
because real love withers away
without the magic in your fingertips
you never wanted it
if you won't keep up your garden
I'm embarrassed
and here comes the pain...

we took one through and through
I've been shot

if 911 can't be dispatched to this block
you're all we got
like it or not
and your beat is still an exclusive
but loves still not as elusive
as a world premiere
I took advantage
when we burn
there's lyrics
simple as that
and love is forgiving because
this is not the first time that I fell
and needed to be caught
two left feet
always looking to land
in the softest spot

dear heart...

artificial affection is good for decoration
but love is not furniture
real love withers away without the kind of sunshine
that energizes your spirit
I did that...
I treated our love buds like fake plant leaves when
there was more than enough joy in the teardrops
you could have used to saturate the soil
I'm a (hu)MAN
I cry too
I have a good heart
I trust you with my life
I should listen harder
I feel the burn
if I keep my eyes closed we spin less
I won't slip away
I don't sleep anyhow
and I've been hit before
but never this close to my lifeline
LOVE
just keeps coming
and her aim is improving
you're all we got
like it or not
we took one through and through
someone called about the shots
someone always does;

911 dispatched stat to a hood love crime scene
we must be something worth saving
but I only just now feel the yearning
more than embarrassed
that I forgot about the fire