**** it up, buttercup
Be a man and grow some
Next time go and say hello
And you won't be so lonesome

She's outa my league
She won't talk to me
Start talking to her
And maybe you'll see

Don't be afraid of your own shadow
Don't be afraid to fall
If you see someone you want to know better
Then peel your self off the wall
Perish the thought that they will not like you
You won't know 'till you try
The question to ask is not if they'll like you
the question to ask is why

Get in the game
Don't sit there debating
They're waiting for you to ask
Remember, young man
It takes two to tango
Get moving, that is your task

People need courage
That is a given
Esteem is a tricky dame
But, if you see someone
you want to know better
Get up and get in the game

Don't be afraid of your own shadow
Don't be afraid to fall
If you see someone you want to know better
Then peel your self off the wall
Perish the thought that they will not like you
You won't know 'till you try
The question to ask is not if they'll like you
the question to ask is why

Breaking the ice
Puts you one step closer
To becoming more than a friend
Just sitting in silence
And not being bolder
Leaves you lonely until the end

**** it up baby
Now make the first move
Did you think that they're shy as well
The two of you staring
In silence forever
If you don't talk...you never will tell

Don't be afraid of your own shadow
Don't be afraid to fall
If you see someone you want to know better
Then peel your self off the wall
Perish the thought that they will not like you
You won't know 'till you try
The question to ask is not if they'll like you
the question to ask is why

this day is full of
fake love
plastic hearts
stress
loneliness
unanswered questions
sadness
and self pity

created by a
brand - name business
so they could
get more money
from the poor suckers
who fall for this crap

most of what they created
is pain and misery


(i'm just in it for the chocolate)

if you would
wrap your arms
around me
and whisper
sweet little things
in my ear

All history is Black history,
wrapped in the shadows of time,
obscured by secret purpose and motive.
The Mother of mankind is as black as night itself,
the rich earth as dark as the space between stars.
History IS Black, and a month barely begins
to scratch its near-inscrutable surface.