Roses are Red
and I am Blue
Violets are Violet idiots
and Violence is subtle
until you turn Blue
or black
but I was born like that
and he was born with a turbin
and she was born with a veil
And then there were those born pale
...But what ever the matter they were born
believing that roses are red and violets are blue
not that I should love you too..
But just my brothers and sisters...
not anything different..
and I should beat a Violet till it turns Blue...
Becasue thats what it should do...
No matter if im black, Pale, muslim or hindu
I will beat a Violet blue...
And Keep all roses red
Cuz I still haven't Got to I love you!!

kyrptonite aint right...But to me if feels good..poison to my being but grab it like I should...grip and consume...taste and resume...I know its killing me but I like the comfort in my tomb... White silk sheets 1020 threads...kyrptonite buffet on 120 beds...eat until Im full..drink until Im dead...kyrptonite tonight? Want until Im fed...I got a queer eye...for those who live crooked...what happend... to your kyrptonite?.. I forgot that I took it....Staring at its power I feel weak in my knees...straight to my knees...weakin your knees...Cuz this battle becomes nutral...when weakness is seen mutral...Eyes on the green screen...and both of us are colored green...tonight..we dine in a roomfull of kryptonite...Cuz weakness would never be exposed if we all Loved Kryptonite....

Billy's ******* Pennies
Dont tickle Jenny's Kitty
But Jonny's Fifty Milli
Make ******* Pennies silly
And Jenny's Filthy *****
Loves Jonny's Harry Milli
Even Tho Jonny got A Milli
Other Jenny's
But Billy's Lonely Willie
Only Longs for Jenny's Kitty
But Jenny looks so Silly
Chasing after Jonny's Milli
When Jonny's Chasing Billy's ******* Pennies

I'm in pain....so my rain is dry ...but my bitterness is sweet...as my love starts to lie...claiming to be true...What will emptiness do...to wet my ground...I feel i need to spit...On that which I claimed...cuz it demoraled my name...and paid me a love counterfit...But it felt so real...that i felt the tears...How can a fake,..cause so much heartache...Soured kisses...like spoiled milk...cuz i gave the phoney replaca everything...And I just blew candles and wasted wishes...On these fresh sheets of silk...Cuz I wasn't getting anything...For wood spray painted gold...All it was,was a good space hold...Cuz the room was kinda empty before...But who wants to fill there space with clutter...I want some substance...Value, in this depression...But I guess it hard to find real love when the world is in a recession...