‪I grew up locked up in hell, I found out hard work was the key.
Spent most of life watching the Devil constantly scoring on me.
But now me and God on offense, time for Satan to play the D.
Situations in life can start bad but I like my chances in quarter 3.
Ooo, optimism will always be apart of me.
Can't shake me, can't wash me, I'm a harder flea.
I prayed for one blessing he must've thought I ordered 3.
I'm living life with no umbrella, all this water on me.
College grad, now these women sweating me like I'm a smarter Keith. ‬

every day she wondered
"how many more times must
I be heartbroken before he
gets tired of it all and
finally sets me free"

I know I have to let you go,
For the reasons I don't know...
Does love always have to be logical?
If so, why do they say it's magical...
We are miles apart and,
time is like running sand.
I don't know if I'll see you again, And would it be a loss or gain?
Sometimes, it's like I'm giving up all...
The rising hopes for you suddenly fall!
My mind drifts away to somebody else...
But my heart screams out at the mess.
Late at night, when the moon is full and shiny,
And I'm alone, I wonder about my destiny!
What it would be really at the high time
It's like tossing to get head or tail of a dime!
Should I then really let go...?
Only thinking about it is, painful oh!
I simply don't know and it ain't fair...
Like an unheard voice, hung in mid-air.

If I had no picture no name and just words written what would you think?
Would you know if i was black, white, puerto rican, or asian?
What about if i talked about going to jail and my mom being on drugs and my dad not being around; what color would i be then?
What if talked about my mom being a nurse and my dad owned a law firm, what color would you think i was?
What if i talked about my latina grandmother that smoke cigarettes and my uncle that smokes cigars and wheres shirts with flowers on them with straw hats; what color would you think i was?
Truth is you can't tell,
Well, maybe you can but i don't think you should judge
Because, no matter what was said, you don't know who i am or where i once was.
The important thing is that i have become someone better
Im not who i used to be
This is a different side,,So you better recognize
And get used to me.
The Stereotype....

My heart cries out for you..
Im standing here stuck with nothing to do
Nothing to say no where to go because your love is the only think i kno..
Trial and tribulations are almost set up for me to go through when im trying to do everything in my power to make things right between me and you..
Baby im sorry i know i messed up..
I know i crushed you,,
But I apologize for my actions and i hope you will give another chance to love you,,
Love you and treat you like the true queen you are..
Glowing like a light and shinning as bright as a star..
My heart,,my rib,,my spine,,my lungs,,you are all i need,,
Without you my love How can i breathe..
How can i  see anything other than "WE"
Its been you and me since the age of three.
My heart cries out,,i scream and i shout,,
I Love You oh God You know i do
Please tell me how i can make this up to you...
My heart cries out...

This knife it cuts deep
Watch everything inside come out
This wound is exposing me
Watch how my words bleed out
You've seen my whole world float through my veins
Look deep into my eyes and you will recognize the pain
What i have held in so long is now free
The love, the hate, the trouble, the joy is bleeding out of me
Im Bleeding......

You waited for the storm in my eyes to pass
and wreck someone else’s home for a change
you waited
ever so patiently
until it became a routine chore
but if you had looked up for more than a second
you would have realised that
Winter raised me
**I am the storm.