****** and bass
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
**** that's why
I won't pursue her.
Love and the essence of life
don't get through to her.
She is an addict.
Running from life
and abusing ****
to get away from it.
So much beauty and potential
but he she wanna be a dumb *****.
She wanna be that *****
or some *****
that gotta man that's rich
and follow the crowd.
Blowin loud.
Poopin xans
and sippin lean.
She ain't never seen
a trap but
She listens to Future
and shes stumblin.
Choppin it the **** up
and mumblin.
Lickin her lips and giggling
because my sub in the trunk
is tickling her pearl tongue
and both lungs.
We are both young
but that's no reason
to act so dumb
and walk around all numb.
When I kick her some philosophy
she doesn't care
all she can think about
is her on top of me.
All in her soul.
All in her face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

All she wanna do
is **** ******
kiss *******
and listen to Future.
The Promethazine King.
The codeine connoisseur.
You can't be a loser
if you wanna get
through to her.  
She needs your dollar signs
and expensive ****
before you even see the ****
or a *** or an *** cheek.
She's fine as hell but
If you ask me
she ain't no Ashley
from Fresh Prince.
She's nasty.  
Freaky and far from innocent.
She wants it blasted
in her face
until she can't see straight.
She wants the force from the back
till she feel it
in her stomach and her back.
She listens to Future
but I'm no codeine cowboy.
She's mistaken me for him
because I'm
as fresh as an altoid
and my eyes are as low as
the unemployment rate.
I set the bait
and there is the prey.
Now she is
all in my face.

****** and bass.
****** and bass.
All she want in her face
is ****** and bass.

which loss of  dream compares a root canal to the anguish of losing a tooth, which tooth can not be drilled out and repaired, which bite was the one that chipped off a piece of my work and swallowed it to never be seen,
which cavity will be forever empty now,
which pain is worse,
the constant ache of a rotting tooth
or my loss of faith in humanity?

I don't know who to consult,
the Orthodontist or Psychologist.

One slip, one little trip, barely a blip
one second
to hit
one ledge or hardwood floor.
Ribs crack.
Breath runs away.
There he lays
on the verge
of leaving pain,

Blood inside
Blood outside

It hurts.
He is scared.

Alone in there
cannot catch
any breath
cannot call out.

Tears grease
his worn face.
Years do not race
across the space
of his anxious mind.
Only one thought
can be found
like a skipping record
or a scratched cd.

“Please
I do not want
to die alone.”

They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you/
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./

You're the apple of all their eyes./
Even though that apple bottom
is nothing but lies. /
See I'm more wise
than most guys. /
So it's easy for me to curve that ***/
everytime that she tries./
Because she curved my ***/
everytime I tried./
Let me down light
but destroyed all of my pride./
So I had to improvise/
and step up my game
like a redesign/,new edition.
Brand new me
like the roof was missin./
No more dreamin and wishin/
that she the one I'm kissin./
Now when I see her in the streets/
she tries to play it sweet./
Talkin about how she's glad to meet/
and she wants to get close to me/
but all I think about
is how she made me weak./
I could use this chance
to destroy her guts in satin sheets/
and have her body and soul
begging for a repeat./
I can see it now
her clawin at my feet/
while she sob and weep./
As I delete her number
and become cold and solid
like concrete./
I don't need you.  

They can have you/
cause I don't need you./
I don't want you./
I don't need you./
I don't even want to see you./
Wouldn't wanna be you./
Couldn't believe the ****
they told me about you
came true./
Now I'm lookin like a dummy too/
because I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./
I couldn't stop chasing you./

There are times
When I want
to be in a relationship.

When I see a couple holding hands,
I look at my own hand and ask,
*"When?"

~~
my world, my womb
unconditioned but air conditioned
too many frequencies make fusions
many more intuitions gathered a lot intentions
grew great confusions

my womb, my world
the ultimate heaven that proven the sense of love
that belongs spring that sprung
my mother's face
that certainly traced a weird tune which grew red rashes,
scratches on my mother lower abdomen  

I'm just eight months old
and my skin getting cold,
Even I could not told to my mother what I gather in the womb  
If I make the images zoom and
if somehow her rose will bloom
which only gain,
a huge pain that could not share or even bare
the world that never care
to my mother

where there is my womb, my world
and I'm only eight months old,
getting cold,
too cold...
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

There's a house on the hill.
It's full of ill will.

There's a witch living there.
But the towns folk don't care.

She's lived there privately.
Nobody sees the wart on her nose as it grows.
Everyone's heard of her, but nobody knows.

They don't ever see the black hair on her chin.
All petrified, none going in.

The cows in the field withhold their yield.
Stays inside their udders.
Blaming the witch but it's never revealed.

The witch finder general thinks he's a soldier.
As suspends her over the ducking pool.
All is revealed as he is a fool.

For the times have changed.
Witch finders extinct.

Believe what you like.
Witches don't turn milk sour.

Witch finders went out of fashion.
The house on the hill is still's just a myth.

Witches' name is old sister Smith.
No dangers of black magic.

No sign of a spell book.
Go visit her.

She'll set you free.
If you're very lucky she'll make you some tea.
(c)LIVVI