I'm from the bottom where more than water lie, sick girls looking for victims another person to mortify, where it's a more or less chance you will be in jail from somebody who testified, than high-speed chase in broad day and you crashing out.
It's all about what you do no one cares what your talking about,nothing is for free or given to you, so get a hustle or be without
Whatever take a chance be a Man so what if you have doubts
It's better to know than want sympathy looking for handouts
Cause you only get out of life what you put in it
And a little can only go so far
Criticize by the best of the best F@#k them know who you are.

Adequate decision with dislodged thoughts
Cast in a subculture environment used to the urban area scuttled in the struggle
Wanting more commentary and needing more disclosure
Patronize with the wrong intentions to whom I care nothing for
Descriptions of deceptions inscribed by inner perceptions
Conclusion cause dissolution from exclusion through misusing parental advisories
Reserve  thoughts on the trophy with no solution is a contradiction
Impetuous actions causing lost interpretation on how you look at your surroundings
Adversary asking for a a fighting change.

Rocket ships blazes as my feelings grow no more
you share as much space in my head as the air progresses
do not taunt me with I miss yous and full my inbox up with how are yous spare me the theatrics
I can't sympathize anymore or try to pretend I care
I will not criticize my self into these conditions which have brought me nothing literally nothing
if you need me I won't be there
If you feel you can't live without me **** yourself for I am already dead inside
Two wrongs don't make it right and to be a victim is not what I would call a fight
But through the gruesome taboos in deceiving life I think I'll go with this green light
Discretion, recitation, rescission, all that you are the metaphor if loving you for one more night I have to strife

As elegant and beautiful with the days progression shown through vivid imagination
Though harsh tines approach as to the wind blows she is as thorough for her petals remain full nothing less
Egotistical personal gives hope to ones seeking matriarch
But with inspiration vivacious and true words spoken there is no need to fabricate
Criticism is ubiquitous no matter how you embellish life
She is germane to me, so euphoric
To ignore theses feelings of cherish and adore is to be incomplete, like a house with no doors or Windows
As docile as emotions are there is no courageous act than to grow in the cast of a shadow and believing this is in your best interest
With her thrones pricked the most sensitive spot I still approach with indirection on my way
Thoughts pass as I want to asks and the moment fades so the questions remain
How is there fear in my feelings?
Stubbornness just isn't enough I need devotion and determination
Am I still a "person of interest"?
It was all good just a week ago.

If someone asks me why am I in a good mood today I would say because I am blessed to see another day
To stop in mid conversation in wonder off into a daydream with no intentions to carry on a conversation with whom is not a person of interest though a friend
Should I be enjoying myself at this luminous party with those who are cheery and joyous around me sharing the same equities, as another bottle is being open with guitar hero with karaoke in the background in rotation, I am lost in thought
I try but there is not enough clubbing or  flashing light for a distraction another drink will only infuse the matter, to which I owe myself no apology, as the saying "you made your bed now you have to lay in it"
We have these feelings that are uncontrollable but at the same time you are in a situation to not want to confuse this person written lies of discouragement it's the feeling of sheer passion to indulge and she knows so she smiles with intentions to make you want to say Hello
As you stand beside her taunted by a laugh or a glance that leads to us being together and sharing moments of the future
If someone was to asks me why I am in a good mood I think I would tell them it's her.

Is it love?
She trusts you as far as she can throw you
Is it love?
She kicking you out of her house every other week
Is it love?
She calls you all types of names and degrades you
Is it love?
She attacks you and leaves you feeling guilty
Is it love?
She with another guy and has a baby on the way
Is it love?
She doesn't see you anymore and the texts stop coming
Is it love?
She just wants one thing from you
Is it love?
When she tell you she loves you

I work hard, hardly work, hard's the work, they be smoking that **** until they heart burst, in the hard murks, the devil is lurking his heart hurts, looking too hard though hollows will rip your hard shirt, and they out, Erk! Back to the beach with no certs, where they don't perk, surf, and treat girl for what they are worth, the world has allot of Kurts but Casanovas just overworked, Three-time felonies and them Athens that go to church, plus police make it worst "protect and serve" it's more like "protect and survive" cause they shooting first and it seems "blacks" are the ones that decriminalize. (Through our eyes)
It's Hard.