Your DaD, ME.....  is simply an author, a writer ....
If there's smoke, there has to be fire.
But ,Your MoM....  She's unbelievably Amazing.
Everynight she leaves me twice as HIGHer, .... Than the other.
Like we been Blazing.

Our Love for each other grows daily,
Like it's Grazing ....
Shhhhh!!! Never let her know she's crazy... Curtain Raising.

Our seed with no sudden vision,
But we know you're gazing...
The product of Our love the other night.
God, we're praising ... You're Amazing.

Your MoM........ She's so Loving.  
See, What I know about my boo ,
And I know you'll love about her too.
Is that she's forgiving.
lols, she must be that beautiful,
because everytime i look at her,
it looks like she's blushing...
she doesn't want me to say it though,
she'll be saying, "you bluffin"

Baby we love you,
Wish we could take you into space to show you the world view.
But you'll get to see it too.
Your own way, now that's true.

Grow up to make us proud.
Ok Ok, now let's get this straighten out.
I'm not saying this to impress the crowd.
All I'm trying to say is,
"WE LOVE YOU CHILD"

There was a time I thought I loved you,

and to be honest,
I didnt.

I loved you the way a little girl loves a stuffed animal; an affection, comfort, something that could never amount to anything id actually want, but something I could play pretend with.

The stuffed animal could be anything, especially something I could believe in and while that is good for a while, it will never be enough. playing pretend gets old, and imagining fairytales will stop after the cruelty of the world butts in.

Im just glad I outgrew stuffed animals.

Here's the interpretation of gospel rap
Sent through the lens of this lad's perspective
Not as fast as the next kid, but not slow either
I find myself balanced but I have my flaws

Most genius's have motivation, you hit the head on the head
I think my problem is self respect
Always trying to prove, always trying to get
The realization is, the present is
What more do we need than this

Im not sure how much I like it here
The lights strung along these walls are more like little blazing suns
and my eyes are unable to adjust to any of them.
The overwhelming taste of frosting makes my nose itch and
I want to go home.
But I cant, because I was brought here and thrown out of hiding.
Like a dog with it's tail beneath his legs I smiled, grinned really, I was grinning like I had gold between my teeth.
And they laughed their fee-fi-fo-fum laugh and I tried to laugh back but,
You know how it goes?
Giants always seem to ****** your breath away.
Maybe its their smell.
In my head I rehearse
Where's the bathroom?
Where's the bathroom?
But in reality I mean
"How do you exit this castle, and are you sure there's no crocodiles in that mote?"
Besides, If you can count the years of my life with candles on a cake then I haven't lived long enough to die here.
And what happens when I blow them all out?
The smoke is giving me a headache, and I can now feel the wrinkles cracking above my flushed cheeks.
Please save me from this fortress of fumblers because
I want to go home.

My friends all think I'm crazy because I stand in the middle of the street and talk to a God that doesn't exist while high-fiving the windshields of passing school buses. I stopped taking my medication again because guilt taste a lot better than artificial happiness, and I stopped wearing that cross you bought me for my eight birthday because it contradicted the sense of uselessness I received for my twelfth. Life seems a lot less precious when you're talking to your parents in the TV room of a psychiatric unit and look them in the eyes while they tell me not to cry and say that 'pain is only temporary'. All I do is write letters to a man on the moon about the time I realized how hard and easy it is to die. Send me to therapy and make me take pills. I'll smile, but I'll always remember how to tie a noose

choas was my childhood friend
I would always pray for our toxic relationship to one day end
now it's over, and I wish it could begin again.
teach me different lessons, give me wisdom
to avoid future grown up sins.

You try so hard to forget the look
your mother gave you
the day she found out
your brother touched you
Try to paint pretty pictures
and forget that frown on her face
until you realize her tears aren’t just in the back of your head
they are burned into your ******* mind.