Those tattoos of his
are the visual storyteller
every ink he painted
is a beautiful work of art
same thing happen
when he makes a mess
of my red lipstick

If we are all created equal, then who needs class?
If we are all created equal, why did the projects last?
If we are all created equal, is the only difference, our paths?
If we are all created equal, then where's my other half?
If we are all created equal, then why do I even need to ask?
If we are all created equal, then why didn't it last?

Stop chasing
Change the pace and,
Something inside will awaken.
Being real is much harder than faken.
You will find when you wake,
All of your thought wasn't fake.
Dreams are what you make them
After all, its you that create them.
So some rules you gotta break'em,
Chances, you either steal or take'em,
Life is yours for the taken, forward moves, gotta make them.
Find your own groove,
Keep things smooth.
Go after what you pursue.
It's up to you, to do what you do.

Love hip hop, it made me a hippie
Right here; spitting on the mic, getting lippie.
Using these characters; dealing with the pain.
Tearing up paper; letting it rain
Winners run by breed, I feel it in vein;
All the sacrifices made; I did it in vien.
So much talent, in the hands of fools.
Making it rein; following a rulers rules.
Interscope; see inner souls.
Using the devil’s advocates,
Create demons to control and grab hold.
These are the types of tools the use,
Ignite your spirits; then blow your fuse.
Sell you your soul; after it’s been used.
Then change the rules; like that's old news.
Fools goals; worth their weight in fake jewels.
So know your value, don’t argue with fools.
you are what you do; not what they assume.
They can’t keep a good man down;
I put that on my life. Matter of fact;
Put that on my tomb.

A, Good girl.
Can not take what I got.
Touched my soul.
Burnt her lips, and left a spot.
Not playing games.
When I say I poked her dot.
She **** first.
Either she's read, or not.
Mind made up.
Pay attention, cause x-marks the spot

Baby you looked surprised, I wasn’t telling you lies. I can touch the back. I got one thing on my mind, shivers up and down your spine, you quiver. Me on top of you, turn things around, you looking back. Coming one after another, from different points of view, imagine that. Read between the lines, and found you; sitting on my lap. kept crossing my mind, uncross your legs, red your lips; love doing that. Spread your legs, relax your hips, and lean back. I take a sip, a little lick, then a kiss - now that's that. I grind your hips, you like that? My tongue, flicks your tip, you like this; you bite your lip, your waist lifts. Your pleasure. My bliss.

After all these years,
after hours and hours,
looking at you face,
when I close my eyes,
I fail to see you,
I simply cant,
even though l know,
every litlle piece,
That makes you as u are,
every single piece
that l've kissed so much,
that l loved so much,
that l loved to touch.
I guess thats a proof,
that the love is still alive.
After many years,
as memories come along,
along with your face,
along with remorse,
along with the feeling,
the felling of sometnihg,
something lost,
something past,
something missing.
The years will come,
when all l have,
will be memories,
when l can only see you,
when l close my eyes,
I'll have to imagine,
imagine a feeling,
feeling of your touch,
feeling of your love,
cause you always imagine,
something that is gone.