You portray, your stain so as to the page's of this book are turned to frost.

Seeing past your plot's I do not think in the way of plural many different stations.

As tracks move in a foggy, manner with oval tears and harder looks.

Rookies and bookies on shelves when did they lose there best.

Now, as you leave for Italy, your body turns to higher vibrational, feed needing only muse to retreat musical corectness.

Only you do not seek sensational, when your vibration's are keyed upon high quality success seek it no more.

All is love, all is great!

Who told the spirits are dead
they live while you re awake
they feed the souls of the hungry
One day of you shall become
the air, the breath
but first live your life

I'm too poor for the alcohol + it's too late. Getting drunk to fill the empty feeling seems like a pipe dream. You came and I felt lonelier with you here. I still feel lonelier with you gone. I'm filling my window sill with bottles, to see how much damage I cause alone.
1 - Copa De Oro
1 - Kamora
1 - Smirnoff
1 - Espolon
1 - Can of Pabst Blue Ribbon

I'm not selfish, but still heartbroken and wishing you were mine.
I have to rationalize this in the future too.

I have to remember that a mistake is not an accident; it is calculated and weighted. I can't let them convince me a choice is a slip of the tongue. Might steal my room mate's beer, might buy my own, and who the **** knows?

All this skin to save my heart, and I'm still made of glass.
Trying to get some type of high like everyone else.
Trying to waste health like everyone.
Wasting youth.

And what MIGHT moves the tallest mountain?
What finesse may it hold?
Only the strongest of Love -
May be so bold.


And what night shall she sing?
What might shall the bell toll?
For only the mightiest Love -
Is pure of Soul.

Black men were stripped of their power and might.
Surviving in the streets
taught them how to strive and fight.
I turn the TV on, not a black man in sight.
Unless he dribble or he fiddle  mics.
Every black boy wants to grow up and be like Nas or Mike.
Blacks are not televised unless they are brocasted to fight.
I ride through the city's bright night lights, thinking one day how ɰє mıɢһţ live better.

I am a tree - old and knarled.
I shall open my arms,
whisper to my seedlings
just how things might be.

When might was not right,
An inferno of genocide,
For all those in the Holocaust,
A tribute to everyone lost,
Widespread slaughter, the cost,
The massacre of the Holocaust,
Catastrophe of mass extinction,
People lost in extermination,
All the survivor baggage,
Of such destructive carnage,
The world had to see the light,
Finally, when might was not right.

I'm not going to die today
but I might just need you still.

No im not going under tonight
but I could use your company

Yeah I'm not going to die tonight
but without you I just might