I let the ink speak for me cause frequently
i got a foolish tongue.
Weak words absorbed in long one man conversations.

It's funny how it seems to be.
Everything used to flow so easily.
But now i'm stuck.  Nothing is more fluid.
I tryna do it. The more i put into it, the more i fail.

Tryna give birth to a wise vocabulary,
but i paralize when i look into your eyes.
I kinda lost myself in you when our intelects connected.
I reacted bad, i'm verbal passive,
cause i lack communication skills, conversation killer.
Chilling on a J Dilla track.
I'm on a tactic missionary. Dyslectic dictionary
effected by my own ways and sinful vissionary.

I guess i can't feed you, but i need you.
I put my soul on paper, naked like a see-through shirt
I hope you know how much you're worth.
And that you're much better than what i deserve.

Hold my hand in yours
I'll feel blue,
Touch me softly
I'll become stone,
Kiss me on the cheek
I'll cower away,
Call me sweetheart
I'll paralize.

She's sweet,
She's simple,
She's elegant,
her laugh is contagious
and her eyes paralize.
She is a mystery
which traps you.
Making them all bow
one by one.
Her imperfections can tell
she's the most beautiful
of them all.

What is this feeling in my chest?
I am well aware, I have no lover.
Might this be a test?
No one has the strength to fight forever.
When does it go away?
Or does it go away at all?
Will it with me, till the end of time, stay?
Will it stick to me till it brings me to my fall?
Am I bound to live with the pain?
Will it paralize me and make my life end in vain?
Friends, family, are they really there?
They say they care.
When they lie to themselves, they're bound to believe the lie.
But why would they lie, tell me, why?
Is it to become more lovable?
Or is it the fear that the opposite would make them bad people?
Would then their mistakes be forgivable?
Would being extra nice make them good people?
Lies and deceit.
The more they exist, the more I feel like the ground is shaking under my feet.
Free me, leave me be.
Save me, I beg of you, throw me the key.
For one day I might look back at this.
Will my eyes seem sorrowful?
One day they will stop, the hits.
One day, they will stop being so cruel.