I keep it clean, it seems I'm always reaching at dreams
With no grasp... butter fingers like I'm failing my team
Which consists of my mind, soul, heart embodying me
Something with a structure closer to the way fall leaves
And winter hits with as much force as her winter winds
Or springs mists until the showers in a fool's April cease
I can't forgive anything that season did to me
Because when summer breezes struck my skin, my daughter wasn't conceived
The love of my life couldn't soothe the pain I felt with her
Walking away from me in her mink pelt of fur like me being poor wasn't sweet
I'm not sugar, I don't melt when the rain drops
Come harder than women with whom I knocked knees
Or butted heads, knocked boots, or with whom I blew oak trees
Until the rain turned to snow, despite us rolling up those oak leaves
Ducking and hiding from the police, scared of the power they attained
With a GED, and a racist mindstate
But poor lil' black me, nowdays I can't approach a woman in the city
Without her looking into my eyes and feeling some sort of pity
It looked like rain, so I brought around my BAPE hood with me
Couldn't look back at anything in the past that ever made me feel shitty
Like the exes I can count on two hands that tried to uplift me
Only to cheat on me, I guess that's what I get for lacing a woman mad pretty
Or taking care of a god child when her father couldn't provide bi-weekly
Because he was smoking it all away in his saliva and philly
Family didn't want to keep me, but that's past & present
Future tenses I know they'll miss me...
When they won't see me four score and some sessions
So I just smoke session... I should stop it now
Find another addiction, tell some birds to lick me up then wipe me down
Then when they call, mute all the sounds
When they leave messages, repeatedly press 7... then never come around
Go back to my roots, and just lock a bitch down, give her no air
Until her vocal chords spark the words I believe I need to hear
Only with truth behind them, because those lies could undo me
In time, now the only thing in my life is music that can soothe me
Just read To Be Determined...
9/16/08
Just Read TBD
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2 comments:
"Or butted heads, knocked boots, or with whom I blew oak trees
Until the rain turned to snow, despite us rolling up those oak leaves."
That's my favorite part.
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