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Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
If I give her what she wants....Will I get what I need....the mind of complication...falls victim to questions...and wonder...cuz those things cause wander... and I look lost while I'm looking around...Post in confusion waiting to be found...see the mind plays tricks..and body makes you sick... but the heart don't lie...no heart don't lie....but I call it the soul...because the heart can die...But the soul lives forever... between you and I...because I gave you what you want...you'll remember what you need...and that would be thought.... when I am dead and gone...When I can't give you what you want...but you'll have what you need...My Heart....
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
Inside I be alive...outside I'm in coffin...steady tryna survive...but surely suffocatin... cuz I'm confined to these walls...the prisons getting thicker...I'm at the bottom of the fall...and it's colder than the winter...hands around the bars....fist beating the casket...I'm drowning at the bars....eating fried food baskets...dig me up dig me up...just slide me the key...if I'm drinking from the wrong cup...which one should it be...world can't see it...people don't care...teachers ain't teach it...just that it ain't fair...see when you know what I know you try not to question...but if are where I am you need the intervention...stuck underground with my insides alive.. barely breathin : I don't wanna die...
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
I'm not sorry for the man that I am....
But you would have been.....
of the man I could have became....
The type of blood that flows within my veins...
Royal might sound cool....
but I'm not sorry for not being a fool...
and just mimicking what I saw...
But that you don't understand...
You just see Daddy....
And I just saw air...
As I stand a peasant...
In the shadow of a heir....
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
Suppressing your
feelings
is suppressing your soul...
Because your body will react no matter what...
and then your
soul
won't have a choice..
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
There comes a day when you realize who you really are..
A Hero....
A believer..
A life changer....
I know who I was meant to be...
With the powers to woo...
I slang the super ****...
I do the super thang...
Save A woman...
repeatedly...
Not many
Just one...
I mean others might catch the side effects
but I read the comics...
and every maniac...
thats like me...
only has but one queen....
with the occasional relapse..
because in most of their titles...
lies a flawed Man...
Super....
Bat....
Spider....
But I admire the Hulk....
Cuz I'm just
******!!!!
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
i wanna love you so much...
I would even light your candle...
but if I can't burn my flaws in front of you...
then what can I do.....
but catch flame...
Quentin Briscoe Jun 2013
They say words don't hurt...
but words are my life...
so I would rather be stabbed, shot or knifed...
because they burn upon my heart...
cause unrest among my soul..
there's no going back..
your words opened a hole...
see I bleed syllables...
you read moans and groans...
but I see parts of life escaping from my skin...
to you it was just said...
but it feels like I'm at my end...
screaming ****** murderer...
from the fatal words of a
"friend"...
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