Had a lot of crooks try to steal my heart
Sneaking through my windows
Breaking in my cars
Smoking all indo (weed)
tearing me apart
Pills on the counter
don’t want to feel the scars
Because they hurt real bad
Like waiting for your dad
But he never show,
so now ya momma mad
And you just want to see em
Got ya your own swag,
but you wan to be him
Another unarmed robber
Tricking me with charm
Let you passed the gates
because you swore you’d do no harm
But now I’m on the cement
Lying here bleeding
All because I can’t tell an angel from demon
You make me feel young again;
shy, unable to maintain a facade
wishing that there were a drug strong enough to help me control my heart when I’m around you.
I’m afraid of you
because you hold the key to my heart
and I’m not sure if you’ll ever use it
I want you to know that it was never about sex.
or the attention that I couldn’t get from an Ex.
I saw you and I saw my paradise.
I saw beneath the anger.
its view leaving me in delight,
as I kissed you with closed eyes
spiritually walking towards your light.
Nothing like what I expected.
Everything I once neglected.
Grabbing your hand while we walk.
because I want you to feel protected.
What I felt when we met had me thinking like a skeptic
Like: ” If I give my all and lose it, what will I be left with?”
and: “will she be different from other the women I’ve slept with”?
But now I’m in a position which makes it futile to doubt you
Because the more that you’re away, the more I can’t live without you.
Since time seems to always elude us when we our chasing goals, let us do nothing and finally take our time. Counting every breath,every heartbeat, every hug, and ever kiss. More importantly, let us embrace our “hello!’s “, because they have helped us forgive our “goodbye’s”.
I honestly believe that the feeling you get when you’ve just realized your car has been towed, is very close to the feeling you get when you find out that one of your children or close relatives have been abducted/kidnapped.
Lets think about it:
You go outside looking around to find your car.
Pretty soon you call your friends and family, to make sure no one has seen or taken your car.
When that fails you begin to accept that your car isn’t coming back.
So you call it in.
Eventually, your on the phone with someone from the Parking authorities ,telling you that you have a certain amount of time to pay back the city what you owe, or you’ll never see your car again. After you pay, (assumming you want your or car/child back) deep inside you know that your car will never be the same after such a traumatizing experience. ( People who’ve had their car towed understand that I mean this both literally and metaphorically)
And just like that, your car has as been abducted, bounty and time allowance decided. Your only choices being: Pay or never see your child (I mean car) again.
Makes me wish Laim Nelson didn’t only save helpless white women.
My Grama was an Eastern Star back in the day. She was and still is down the for the cause. I never understood why my grandfather (being 6’5) let such a little woman boss him around. That is until I got into a beef with some guys around the waw.They came to her house to look for me only to find the butt of her colt 45. She pistol whipped the one whom I thought had been the toughest guy in town until then.
I knew she’d be down to ride but I had to do this one alone. Too much going on in mind to share my revenge. I needed to feel it. See it. The heavy breathing and pounding beat of my heart.The gun, kicking back in my palms, bullets, tearing through flesh so fast it changes the color of the room. Blood, flowing like a river of ink, and him, trying to hold in his intestines with his shaking hands.
Each day I grew more passionate about the sight of him dying.
Just the person I wanted to talk to.
Listen baby, when you out here moving the way the men in our family move, you have to call to check on your women atleast once a month.Asking questions about thier periods and pap smears. You dont want any more suprises do you? How is my great grandbaby anyway?”
She’s fine grandma. But this isnt a social call. I need to get strapped.It’s war time.
“Where they be at?”
We fuck the energy out of eachother!
I dont understand why it’s so good.
Souls and minds connected
Addicted to be finally being understood
How could a person feel this way and not want to stay forever?
Who’d go back to being single after being altogher?
Always and forever,
From ya babe
We have as much as we believe we have. Everyday we can do more if we just tell ourselves we can. All those movies about super heros came from a person’s mind, those powerful machines were put together with human hands and all the diamonds in the world could never outshine the light that lies within us. We are great, we are God. Peace!
The best way to describe what we were would be to not attempt to. But I’m willing to bet that you know I disdain rules. we weren’t perfect but there wasnt much flaw. The only thing against us it seems, was the time we had chosen to fall. You see, during times of reconstruction it is hard to build with others. Even if by mistake you fall in love with eachother. Even if they may be the “one”, you have to stick to your plan. So we decided, it’d be better to stick to what we knew, than to cling to a dream that may never come true.