makin coffee in the French press
- sippin the hot coffee
- takin the red line to class
- finally singing after a long time
- looking up & realizing I am existing in Chicago
- feelin good
- knowing I will always stay who I am
- incorporatin the word "truely" into my daily thoughts in order to inspire myself into being true with everything and truely accomplishing everything for myself
- textin my mom and saying I love her
- textin my dad and saying I love him
- sendin my journalism teacher a thank you email
- textin my choir director a hello text
- texting Roni and loving Roni all the time
- stopping on the street and breathing and feelin the air around me because I'm alive
- havin this same feeling tomorrow

[Intro: Jhene Aiko]
What's up?
Been a minute since we kicked it, you've been caught up
With them *******, I don't get it, you're a star love
You shouldn't have to deal with that
I'd never make you feel like that
Cause...

[Hook: Jhene Aiko]
I love me, I love me enough for the both of us
That's why you trust me, I know you been through more than most of us
So what are you? What are you, what are you so afraid of?
Darling you, you give but you cannot take love

[Verse 1: Drake]
I needed to hear that ****, I hate when you're submissive
Passive aggressive when we're textin', I feel the distance
I look around the peers that surround me, these ****** trippin'
I like when money makes a difference but don't make you different
Started realizin' a couple places I could take it
I want to get back to when I was that kid in the basement
I want to take it deeper than money, *****, vacation
And influence a generation that's lackin' in patience
I've been dealing with my dad, speakin' of lack of patience
Just me and my old man gettin' back to basics
We've been talkin' 'bout the future and time that we wasted
When he put that bottle down, girl that *****'s amazin'
Well, **** it, we had a couple Coronas
We might have rolled a white paper, just somethin' to hold us
We even talked about you and our couple of moments
He said we should hash it out like a couple of grown ups
You a flower child, beautiful child, I'm in your zone
Lookin' like you came from the 70's on your own
My mother is 66 and her favorite line to hit me with is
Who the **** wants to be 70 and alone?
You don't even know what you want from love anymore
I search for somethin' I'm missing and disappear when I'm bored
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for? Who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
Thinkin' 'bout Texas, back when Porscha used to work at Treasures
Or further back than that, before I had the Houston leverage
When I got Summer a Michael Kors with my momma's debit
A weak attempt at flexin', I'll never forget it
Cause that night I played her three songs
Then we got to talkin' 'bout something we disagreed on
Then she start tellin' me how I'll never be as big as Trey Songz
Boy was she wrong, that was just negative energy for me to feed off
Now it's therapeutic blowin' money in the Galleria
Or Beverly Center Macy's where I discovered Bria
Landmarks of the muses that inspired the music
When I could tell it was sincere without tryin' to prove it
The one that I needed was Courtney from ******* on Peachtree
I've always been feelin' like she was the piece to complete me
Now she engaged to be married, what's the rush on commitment?
Know we were goin' through some ****, name a couple that isn’t
Remember our talk in the parking lot at the Ritz
Girl I felt like we had it all planned out, I guess I ****** up the vision
Learnin' the true consequences of my selfish decisions
When you find out how I’m livin' I just hope I’m forgiven
It seem like you don’t want this love anymore
I’m actin' out in the open, it’s hard for you to ignore
But girl, what qualities was I lookin' for before?
Who you settlin' for, who better for you than the boy, huh?

[Hook]

[Outro: Baka]
"Been Baka aka Not Nice from time, G. Been a East Side ting. Scarborough ting from time, G, been have up di ting dem from time, G. So I don't know what's wrong with these little wasteman out here eh? Y'all need to know yourself."

My phone buzzes with a text
His eyes dart over, blood shot red.
The angers coming out, palms start to sweat.
I always begged him not to do ****.
"Who the ******* textin! Let me ****** read!"
This is how it starts, manipulating my heart,
And beating till I bleed.
I say "***** you don't even own me.
You barely even know me!
Your a ****** fiend and a ****** who claims to only smoke ****,
but I know youll never get clean.
Youre an unemployed mommy's boy at the age of 23.
Stop slapping me around and be the **** you claim to be.
If your so ******* then why don't you **** me?"
Suddenly I've got a rope around my neck being dragged across the floor.
His eyes go black as he dishes out more.
Now I'm in the middle of the street,
how the **** did I get here? 
I never moved my own feet.
He tackled me to the pavement and I started to scream.
There's a man on the sidewalk ignoring my pleas.
The cops showed up but I denied all these things.
He's sitting in jail but I'll never press charges.
He's got a couple felonies and they found needles in his apartment.
I know he's dangerous but deep down he's sweet.
He only hit me a little, and never put me towards death.
Everyone hates woman that stick up for their beating so I'll lay it to rest.
Maybe my minds just distorted from trying to save a monster on ****.

The pen, they say, is mightier,
but is it keener than a knife?
This brittle blade of insolence,
unleashed to lash at life.

'Yeah, innit, Bruv, he got right up in my face,
cos my phone was out in lesson time
and he called me a disgrace.
Like, so, whatever, mate,
I told him where to go,
trying to tell me English,
while I'm textin' my new ***.'

The pen is not mightier,
it is tarnished and obtuse,
a vision of a different age,
wrought blind from its misuse.

Its sapling song of innocence,
split south across the grain
and cast across the classroom,
yanked up and lobbed again.

'Do you get me, Blood?
He was pointing at a seat,
expectin' ME to sit there,
as if it were a treat.
I told him where to stick it
and called him out a clown,
I **** this one-way death pit
as I'm walkin' round and round.'

The pen should still be mighty
and not a strangled stream,
that's crawling up an incline,
like an M. C. Escher dream.

Its muddy banks lie dormant,
both acorn and an oak.

'Cut that ****, you KEENO,
let's ******* for a smoke.'

I have to be honest.
There was a time when I wondered what would become of you
Call it a sign but it’s harder to see your point of view
Wanted to know how somebody could be so cold
A woman who pays no mind sayin’ friendship is gettin’ old

Elder abuse to social interactions
And even without excuses it’s harder to see the usage
Of minutes I spent on textin’ her, mind you the reason
I’m doin’ it cause I want to while thinkin’ that I was testin’ her

But ultimately I started to know her character
Havin’ respect without knowin’ what to expect
Independence rooted in spirit, harder to scrape the fibre
Hopin’ not to admit that she’s beautiful, run it by her

The conversations we’re havin’, I’m lookin’ forward to them
I’m always checkin’ on her, I wonder why
But I’m guessin’ she thinks I’m smitten too, she might be onto somethin’
Amazin’ features, I’m thinkin’ up quite a song from nothin’

Beautiful name and I always stop to admire it
Guard her attention from lesser men who desire it
I need to know my place, happy to read what she types
Nobody’s type, yet expression of envy on my face

Force to be reckoned with, aimin' for that perfection
And I’m takin’ a second displayin’ my full affection
By writin’ this little lyrical letter, I’m feelin’ better now
I've made her curious, startin’ to feel the pressure now

A livin’ Princess in love with god’s creatures
And compared to many she suffers from odd features
But not to me cause I’m lookin’ past all the layers
Messagin’ late at night and we’re callin’ each other later

I honestly wouldn’t have it any other way
A great companion cause friendship is for another day
I’m not the type to disappear if there’s no interest
Happy to tell you - I promise that I am here to stay.

see go to sleep I only cuz I drem bout you and me never see you in person so all that’s left is for me to dream tired of textin you callin you My Spaceing you but my dreams never come ture  when I see your face I have no words to say cuz im shocked by ur beauty  so I use body language ur wat I think about ur what I dream bout girl im here to tell you it’s the thought that counts so I dream

What the fffffff these,,. ******* on?
Ya friends, textin me
When they're out,, drunk .. On the sceneeee
How/ : does it feel?
Good.?
Probably worse.than it shouldd
,, girls are evil?
You *******,: made us this '; way

What The Heart Feels
-SlimKwAgGa

Gotta pain,whilst missing you;
Get insane,girl you know it true
Crazy games,played boo,
It's getting' ma,mind taboo
Like You Know Who
Is your name,girl you got no clue
How much I think bout you
Your worth more than 102
Don't tell me “I love you”
Cos I love you more than 2
Drunk textin' you,but I got no *****
In ma' system,guese I'm drunk in love with you

T'was a twext
     my twitter did feed
all a'flutter
     in twembling misdeed
of sextin' and textin'
     in twitter lo'
when lo'
    my twue love
did appear tweed off
    she did said
you two timing tweeter!
    and flew off!
again!!

Current society shapes the capability of our complexion,
Therefore giving us low probability of self succession.
We mentally prowl for this desired affection,
But we just can't link like bad wifi connection.

Constantly looking at our phones to see who's textin',
The thought of today's constriction is so perplexing..
If we don't mesh in with our peers social sections
then we feel unwanted, putting us in societal depressions.

All these little factors add up to a collection,
Which then follows up to a pivotal reflection
on whether we're good enough, constant mirror inspections.
Trying to figure out what other people see out of our projection.

No equality comes out of this culture, the hunt for perfection.
A figment of imagination, a vision of oblivion.
This should serve as a sudden ejection from the mindset we're in.
Hopefully this serves as a life changing lesson
to let our world free, & gift them with expression.