Capture me Take me & make me yours Show me your strength Be not afraid of the pleasure It's a game we are playing Try something new Is all , I want to do Submissive I become As you take what is yours Yes that's it I'm yours so it's yours Show me what you want It's built on **** & trust It's all yours so do what you must Cause **** is all I'm feeling Mmmm now you get it Oh yes this is fun Passionate play As you take what's yours That's what I want The rest is for us to enjoy All night we shall play
Here is to every child that didn’t get to experience childhood. Who had to be a grown up. Who had to lift themselves up. Who had to hold themselves up. Who kept up with the beating up.
Death wasn’t supposed to be our first word. These are not the games we wanted to play. We didn’t imagine our first heartbreak will be at this young age. The only love we knew was pain and cruelty. Peace is not a word in our dictionary.
So please, excuse the way we act, don’t freak out when we push you away; we are not familiar with attention and consideration.
An Adult in all da flair And ze Child that lives in air Have one thing uncommon
And zat is ze pressure to make few mistakes Once zat is ze same for ze child
We have truly robbed children of zeir childhood.
Being a child itself should be a sign that a lotta mistakes are in order. Once you start pressurizing not to make them too much, congratulations, you loser. (Tried a little fake French accent. I like ze fake accents!!)
We went from “who loves orange soda?” to take a shot for me. To waiting in lines at the DMV, from waiting in lines at the school dance like “bruh hold my spot for me” From N64 controllers to leasing a Toyota Corolla Dealing with these adult life problems we don’t have no control of
From pillow forts to the rents due From action figures to hopes of six figures From razor scooters to shaving with razors From love letters to car notes crazy right?
The only losses we worried about were argued through Rock Paper Scissors. Now we worry about losing jobs, material things and on the news daily we lose our brothers and sisters.
The only pain we felt was scraping our knees on the concrete. Now we scrape change tryna pay the bills hoping that our ends meet. I wish I could go back, I close my eyez with my memories and feel gratification. And the thing I miss most of all at that tender age is my imagination