Revolutionary

Inspired By The Moon

He Writes to Make Light

Not Light That Makes Sight

But Light That Makes Right

So Bright

That He Could Either Rap or Recite

Any Way To Fight

Incite The Revolution In Sight

Envision Words Of Wisdom

The Forbidden Arts Of Mysticism

Course Of Collision

Freedom Shouldn't Be An Indecision

What Of Freedom?

Free To Follow Leaders Like We Need 'Em

Isn't Freedom

It Seems We Only Want 'Em When We Need 'Em

So We Cheat 'Em

So Now When He's Speedin' For His Freedom

Cops Beat 'Em

And Tell 'Em That We Never Did

And Never Gonna Need 'Em

They Don't Believe It's Worthy Of A Cause

They Deplete 'Em

And All He Ever Wanted At All

Was His Freedom

He Only Wants To Help The People

Not Lead 'Em

But Leading Them To Question The Law

He Freed 'Em

"Usually when people are sad, they don't do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change." -Malcolm X

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Lost In Thought...
Current mood: cold

I'm that nigga who is scientifically incorrect, therefore not bound by your theories of death. I'm also that nigga you may see on the bus who offers you a pound just for the sake of saying "wassup?" As much as I talk, I'm really that nigga who enjoys listening and learning, elevating the eye to the third. Ironically, I too, am the nigga who often feels eye-solated from reality, regardless of how "real" I am.

I'm the nigga wandering the Savanna at night, trying to test out my new time machine. It isn't much, considering it travels at the normal speed of time, but accelerates the thinking rate of the mind. Be real though, would you rather speed up time or speed up thought? Or how about I ditch the machine and walk? 'Cause such a thought can undermine the mind time after time. Then I forget time exists and exist in my own time. I own time. And yet, I'm the nigga who is lost…

I'm the nigga in the shackles roaming free, seeking greater freedom in the sky. Shit, I'm too fly not to fly. Red Bull doesn't give you wings, I tried.

I don't know if it's possible to be free, but the muscles I flex are the freedom of speech. The pen and paper are my bench press. How much can you lift? Speech, like muscles, is only powerful to a degree because its vanity is determined by those who perceive. Potential vanity is profanity. At least for the profound speakers and thinkers, which is why I'd rather hum...

Either that, or let the real shit be discussed in gibberish because the big words and penetrating statements just don't cut it. Words be simple fish in my soul-quarium... and intellect don't swim.

I suggest you bring your scuba gear before engaging in conversation with me. That is, unless you got your boy, Michael Phelps, to help you translate my aqua-communication, considering the brotha is part dolphin.

I always look for a deeper meaning or established root of significance in everything and everyone in hopes my new found intelligence can assist in my quest for freedom, and possibly help free a few others along the way. Shit, I'm down with contributing to the construction of the new Underground Railroad.

I'm the nigga who refuses to play his part in this cheap excuse for an unkempt mediocre re-run of "The World's Dumbest Niggaz and Bitches", we all call reality because of the nearly forgotten social standards of dialogue, leading me to resort to the only logical form of thought, dreams.

On the real though, when telling someone to keep it real, in a world full of self-depreciation, silent insecurity, knowledgeable ignorance, reactionary defensiveness, and counter-intelligence, who is to decide what real is, the speaker or the listener?

I'm the nigga who has outgrown his culture's ideology, therefore, is ahead of his time. Here we go again with time… Fuck it. I don't need you to drop me a line. I wouldn't mind, however, if you dropped me a dime. I'll get high off your insight, and write you a rhyme. Put it on a beat, and make it play in repeat. Sometimes I wonder who you are or if we'll ever meet.

Word Up!

I'm that nigga… and I'm lost. I'm lost in thought.

These very words, penetrating your perception through visual existence, are a product of my spontaneous mental activity, giving birth to an entirely new thought or vision, in the partial image of myself in the depths of your mind. You are the bearer of my mind child… please take good care of my thoughts… they mean the world to me. My thoughts are all I really have and all I will ever truly own.

I believe I'm lost in thought because I was a negligent thinker and unable to nurture the focused mind I once possessed, and am now creating thinking space in order to keep the peace of mind.

And on that note, I present to you the world.

You can learn from its imperfections or ignore them. You can keep it to yourself or spread the word. You can copy and paste it. You can publish it and sell it if you choose to. You can even hack my shit and delete it if you really wanted.

It isn't about who wrote it or why, but the fact that it was written, therefore thought.

Both of us lost, but for a moment, lost together… I wonder who you are…

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Smile
Current mood: cold

How Can Someone Frown
With A Smile, Profound?
Lost In Thought, Earth Bound
And I'm Lost And Found
Your Beauty Surrounds
It's Lifting Me Off The Ground
Heaven Isn't Hard To Find
With You It's Often Found
Beauty Unbound
All My Doubts, Offed And Drowned
Silence Is Golden
When You Smile Pause The Sound!
Savor The Moment
Keep It Flowin', Time Flies Don't It?
Take A Pic And Clone It
Do All It Takes To Own It
Phone It
Too Good To Be True
A Smile From You Is Priceless Times Two
The Most Beautiful View
You Make Miracles
And Substitute The World's Atonement
You Turn The Average Scene In Life
Into A Kodak Moment
Curve And Crease
My Kinetic Theory Of Peace
I Got A Little Piece Of Heaven
With Your Name On The Lease
Maybe It's Your Happiness
Or Maybe Your Teeth
Or Maybe I Just Wonder
What You Think Underneath
Whatever It Is
Your Smile Has Reality Swirled
Would You Smile All The Time
If I Said It Changed The World?

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Sucka Fa Love (It’s Complicated)
Current mood: cold

The Best Love

Is Love In Unfamiliar Form

Raining Drops Of Pleasure

She's A Beautiful Storm

She's Out Of The Norm

I Love The Haze Of Her Gaze

The Bliss Of Her Mist

I Love Being In Her Maze

I'm Amazed

One Kiss, And I'd Be Dazed For Days

If Looks Could Kill

She's A Gauge; I'm A Sucka Fa Strays

She's Complicated…

But Complication Sparks

Infinity Infatuation

Fascination In Temptation

Stuck In Eternal Hesitation

My Head Is Racin'

Every Word Is Deferred

Who Needs Words Anyways

If The Feelings Are Heard?

People With Ears!

What Good Is An Unsaid Vow

The Silence Painful

The Silence Is Too Damn Loud

I'm Complicated Too…

Because Until I Met You

I Never Chased A Storm

That Changes Form

The Weather Man Was Misinformed

I'm Reformed

And It's Long Overdue

So When It Rains

I Can Thank You For The Beautiful View

My Homies Tell Me I'm A Sucka

And It's Probably True

But I'm A Sucka Fa Love

So I'm A Sucka Fa You

I Guess Love Is Just Complicated…

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Spare Change?
Current mood: cold

Dig Real Deep

Rummage Through Your Empty Pockets

Looking For Change*, Nothing Remains

Not Even In The Wallet?

The Shit That Niggaz Do For Profit…

Even Fake Vomit

Claiming They're Sick

So They Could Front And Say They Got It?

I Got It!

I Lied And I Don't Know If I Can Stop It

I Won Me Some Money

And Yet, All I Feel Is Empty Pockets

Got Any Change*?

I Need To Pay A Bill

Keeping Cash To Live Life Fast

But Change* To Keep It Real

My Moral Dilemma

Every Day My Life's Fading

If You Live Your Life Fast

What The Fuck's The Point In Saving?

Strange, We Live Through Money

Not Knowing Its Veins Is Change*

Making Silent Revolutions

By Which Change* Is Named

Such A Shame

How A Nigga Finds Time To Complain

Pockets Full Of Quarters

And Now He's Praying For A Change*…

If You Got Some Spare Change*,

Spare Yourself For A Change*

Inspired by L. Jack

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Writer’s Block?
Current mood: cold

To be real with you, I was in the middle of writing a poem called "Sucka Fa Love" and had all the feelings, but couldn't translate it into words. So like the average procrastinator does, I pushed it to the side and started working on a different project (A Dream Being Deferred?). Then Started writing another one called "Live It" which is more of a rap than a poem, but with all the deep lyricism… but got lost in thought as well. Today just really isn't my day when it comes to the expression of heart and mind huh?

Instead I decided to keep sort of a journal entry and enlist all the random thoughts I have jumping around in my head to help make some space to think. (I got this sort of idea from a girl named Lisa, I'm not sure if random thoughts was her tactic to create more thinking space but that's what I'm using it for. I must give acknowledgements where it is due.)

Ma Nigga Jeremy Sims (H2O). My previous blog 'Dreams Deferred" derived from advice given to me by him. I don't know if yall niggaz knew, but I want to be an MC. Not a rapper. MC means master of ceremonies for those of you who are new to the Hip Hop game. And H always reminds me that I am young and it is important not to rush something precious as life. I have had so many dreams and wants in the past, which all seem to be either stopped or put on hold, hence the term a Dream Deferred.

When I lose a dream, I lose a piece of my heart.

Which isn't a very good thing. My heart is my weapon. I use it in almost all things I do, both literally and metaphorically.

I gave up cursing, fried food, cheese, masturbation, lying , and cutting class for 40 days for the religious season of Lent and I am learning a whole lot about myself. I learned that I have a whole lot of stuff to curse about. I learned all the best foods have cheese. I learned I can live without fried food. I learned that I feel deep guilt even after tiniest of lies, and mostly fess up. And most importantly I learned the ultimate down side of being a gentlemen = Never getting to live out ya fantasies Lol.

I sometimes hate the fact I have a conscience.

There were more than just a few women I met that I would lick them from head to toe, but knowing me, I would probably waste valuable love making time with getting to know them and earning their trust before we even really get into all the sexual stuff.

The term "Just Fuck" is bittersweet to me. I wanted to "Just Fuck" so many different girls in life but never had slyness to do it. To be honest, I'm scared of some random "Fuck". I am afraid of STD's and pregnancy and having to explain to the girl it was a one time thing if she was really feeling me.

There are times when I want to react so cold heartedly and carelessly, some would think I am just another nigga. But I refuse to carry that title, I consider myself too original to be paired with the word "another".  

I am naturally curious. I ask so many questions, you would think I am a test.

When it comes to girls and boys, I think people should always ask more questions. I believe you will NEVER be played if you thoroughly know who you are messing with. If you thoroughly know you're girl, you will know if you have the "HE BETTER CALL ME EVERY DAY AND REMIND ME HE LOVES ME OR IMA MESS WITH ANOTHER GUY" girlfriend. If you thoroughly know your man, you'll know if you have the "I NEED A DICK SUCK EVERY WEEK OR IMA MESS WITH ANOTHER GIRL" boyfriend.

People are actually so simple, they only seem complicated because we OVER-think.

I hate when people blame everyone else for their problems. This forbids us from learning and growing into mature adults. If you cannot admit you were the one who is wrong, you will not gain the new found wisdom it takes to not end up in the same situation again. If you are suffering from repetitive life experiences, chances are, it is something you are doing (or not doing) that is forcing you to repeat reality.

Real or Fake… I love people to death and would gladly die any day for the well being of all who exist.

Yet I don't believe in death. You can only die if you DO believe in death. On that note, I would let all my dreams defer if it was to benefit all who exist.

Reality is so fictional. I write In black ink that turns red when I close the book. Who is to question me?

I act goofy when it's a full moon out. A dizzy and electrical connection we share, that sifts both power and enthusiasm through me. I am but a vessel. The embodiment of revelation. An Ageless Entity of a sort.

I love poetry (Mostly Rhyming Poems).

I love Hip Hop (Not the Materialistic and Misogynistic Kinds).

I Love WOMEN. I love women so much. The Woman was the most beautiful thing god could have created to give new life. Even if they are a real B$% or really trife looking and what not, they are still of unimaginable value and beauty.  It beaks my heart to see how many smuts there are.

Still, something as intellectually powerful and physically durable as a woman should never be lowered to such levels as I see day to day. I know so many girls that became gold diggers or N.A.S. (Niggaz Ain't Shit)  followers because of what some nigga did to them; not knowing they only became what they hate. Did you ever hear the saying, " For every B$%^, there is a nigga who made her that way"? Well for every B$%^& is a weak woman who became the man who hurt her. The first thing Jesus teaches is forgiveness, yet we find it so hard to forgive. We all make bad judgments sometimes, but REMAKING a mistake towards someone else is an act of vice. Instead of taking this new found wisdom of what you should avoid, you end up becoming someone who exists never to trust another, but only to flourish within their own greed. Immorality seems to be immortal.  

If you stand for nothing., you will fall for anything.

Girls are afraid to be used for sex. Guys are afraid to be used for money.

I hate seeing people live in fear.

Still, there is always hope for a better future. You never know, we may even be able to bring chivalry back, so long as we are wise with our choices and mistakes and remember to pass down this wisdom to our children.

I can see a future in the distance where there are rivers of prosperity flowing into the hearts and souls of each and every person on this earth. Where there is hope, there is possibility.

I don't know about ya'll niggaz but as long as I exist, there will always be hope.


Word Up Ya Digg?

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Dreams Deferred
Current mood: cold

Why Rhyme?
Sometimes I Feel Like Thinking's A Crime
Dreams Defer By The Dime
Leaving Doubt In My Mind
Because I'm Losin' It
You Only Get Put Down For Usin' It
Accusin' It, Confusin' It
Beat Down Abusin' It
The Blues I Get
Drowning In A Dream Deferred
How Can I Rhyme
If I Can Barely Deem The Words?
Shit Is Absurd
A Heart-Felt Ambition Is Blurred
Adversity Still Un-Mentioned
But Attention Is Stirred
So I'm Simply The Caged Bird
Who Sings Of Dreams Deferred
Putting Hope In HisWords
In Hopes He Can Be Heard
Because I'm Dreamin'
Lord Knows The Deaf Don't Listen
How Can I Complete A Puzzle
With One Piece Missin'?
I'm Blessed
But I Can't Find Me At My Best
I'm Getting Writer's Block
Repressin' A Dream Into Stress
This Pain In My Chest
It Bellows So Deep, It's A Hex
Never The Less, A Test
I Guess I'm Gettin' A "F"
I'm Running Out Of Breath Stepping
The Steepest Step
My Eyes Are Turning Red
Diving In The Deepest Depth
I Come To Accept The Fact
I'm Back To Where I Never Left
So I Wake Up
Sleep Is Only Practice For Death
Take Your Time Little Brotha
Take Your Time
Take Your Time Little Brotha
Take Your Time
I Forget Time Exists
And Exist In My Own Time
I Own Time
But Don't Keep A Dream I Don't Find
I Don't Mind If I'm
An Intellectual Decline
When Life's In Fast Forward
The Mind Is Set To Rewind
Destiny On Pause
Wakin' Up In A Scream
I'm Afraid To Go To Sleep
I Watch The Dream Like A Dope Fiend
Fallin'
Only Dreams Talk On A Beat
I'm Still Fallin'
But Never Dream Fallin' Asleep

Take Your Time

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In Memory Of...(2nd Intervention)
Current mood: cold

I Think I Should Aim At Nothing More Than Ridding Myself of Lying, Negative Attitudes, Trying To Control How People See Me, Over-concern About What Others Think of Me, Dishonest Expressions of Emotions, Trying To Possess That Which Isn't Mine, False Humility, Lack of Discipline: Physically, Mentally, Spiritually, And of All That Leaves Me Incapable of Giving and Receiving Love…

I Don't Have To Try To Be A Poet Or Rapper, Or How I Imagine A Poet Or Rapper Should Or Would Be. I Don't Even Have To Write, As Long As I Am Honest To Each Moment Rather Than To My Ideas Of Myself…

In Memory Of…

My Nigga Angel D.
I Remember How We Used To Be
Drinkin' Slurpees On The Corner
Memories Are Just Blues To Me
My Nigga Ri
Never Let Me Lose My Head
My Nigga Shizz
Reminded Me I Wasn't Dead
But In My Bed
A Nigga Never Falls Asleep
I Wish I Could Can Speak
And Have Niggaz Sayin' "That's Deep"
My Thoughts Seep
And I Drift Into Bliss
In The Memory Of Anne Loftus
Perfection Exists
Like My Sista Rethna Eddy
Perfection Persists
Though Some Perfections Are Imperfect
My Perception Is This
Most Satisfaction
Is My Saddest Fiction
In Memory Of H
I Keep Writing My Addiction
So In Memory Of Ratt And Kris,
Ya Digga, And Lyss,
Augy, Sims, And Blok,
Ma Niggaz Johnny And Rich,
Ma Niggaz Tadj And Marv,
My Homies Paige And Pete,
My Young'n Connie J,
And Ma Old Head 'Nique
To All The Oppressed,
With The Spirits Aflame,
Those In Peace Who Rest,
And The Countless Unnamed…
In Memory Of You....
I Write

I Use Poetry To Fill The Void Between What I Am Living, And What I Want To Live In Life. I Let It's Future Dwell On My Past So That I Might Live A Happier Now.

In Memory Of…

I'm No Musician
But The Pain Is Instrumental
I Write For The Niggaz
Who Turn Pain Into Potential
More So Influential
Is The Moon's Imagination
So The Wind Is Soon Essential
To My Soul's Infatuation
Face Me With Philosophy?
I Am The Realest
So Philosophize This…

"If You Ain't Real You Don't Exist"

That's Word.

Five Senses Could Not Sense The Fact Of My Existence, Yet I Exist:
In The Memory Of Myself

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Fantasize
Current mood: cold

Though There Are Times When I Refuse To Speak
I Fantasize About You Every Day Of The Week
I Fantasize About You And What Goes Through Your Mind
Though I Wonder If We Vibe Or If I'm Only Wasting My Time
I Fantasize About Us Two Together
And If I Had Your Consent, It Would Make My World Better
I Fantasize About You Almost All Of The Time
All Your Perfect Teeth Makes A Smile Divine
And When You Start To Smile Is When I Start To Shine
That's When I Begin To Fantasize You Are Mine
I Fantasize About Us If This Went On For Weeks
Sometimes Fantasy Can Be The Finest Deceit
I Fantasize About You So Vivid And Deep
I Could Fantasize About You Until Lemons Are Sweet
I Fantasize About You And If You Fantasize Too
And If Ever You Thought About Me Fantasize About You
I Hope All My Fantasies Are Alright To Say
If You Smile At Night I Can Have A Bright Day
I Hope You Never Cry Or Ever Need A Tissue
I Know I Never Had You But Without You Every Day I Miss You
Though I'm Clearly Not The Man Of Your Dreams
I Fantasize I'm A King, And I Have You As My Queen

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Bittersweet
Current mood: cold

Bittersweet
How This Girl Will Be The Death Of Me
I'd Say She Was An Angel
Except  She's Twice As Heavenly
Her Eyes Embody The Stars
Her Voice is Destiny
Singing Her Song To My Soul
She Got The Best of Me
Could It Be
All Imperfections Hidden Perfectly?
Such Beauty
But Can Such Beauty End Up Hurtin' Me?
Was It Me?
And If Not It Could Only Be
She Has A Name
But I Call Her My
Bittersweet…
How This Trick Will Be The Death Of Me
She Got Me Rollin' L's
And Thinkin' Of Drinkin' Heavily
Allure Eludes Control
So I Figure Just Let It Be
I'm Still Calling Her
Because She Loves Me Allegedly
It's Like A Bad Rap
With No Beat Box Remedy
A Bunch Of Bad Lyrics
On A Beautiful Melody
Was It Me?
And If Not It Could Only Be
She Has A Name
But I Call Her My
Bittersweet…
How This Bitch Will Be The Death Of Me
It's Angry On The Tongue
But It's Just Depressed Intensity
It's Deafening To Ears
But A Bothering Tranquility
It's Heavy On The Mind
And Conflicts Viability
It Was Love
The Greatest Gift She Could Show To Me
And Helps Me Tell The Story
Through My Bittersweet Poetry
I Guess It Was Always Me
If Not It Could Only Be
She Has A Name
But I Call Her My Bittersweet


Even Though Love Can Lead To A Bunch Of Dumb Shit Nothing Else Is As Satisfying

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If I Should Die (My Epitaph)
Current mood: cold

If I Should Die In Pursuit Of Dreams
To My Greatest Fear Of Bullet Streams
All Who Knew Me Would Agree
They've Never Had A Friend Like Me

If I Should Die In Pursuit Of Love
And Rolled Up In A Heart Break Rug
All Who Knew Me Would Comply
No One Loves As Much As I

If I Should Die In Pursuit Of Attention
To The Spotlight Burning Away Expression
All Who Knew Me Would Subscribe
I've Never Had A Feeling Hide

If I Should Die In Pursuit Of Knowledge
And Never Make My Way Through College
All Who Knew Me Would Concede
That  I Know Way More Than I Need

If I Should Die In Pursuit Of Money
And Waste Away All Poor And Bummy
All Who Knew Me Would Co-Sign
That I Have More Than Money In Mind

If You Know Me You'll Agree
If Not  Its Clear You Don't Know Me

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Ignorant Bliss
Current mood: cold

Broken Wings Are All We Bring
If We Have No Reason To Shine
Ignorance Is Bliss And People Love This
Which Is Why We Are Never On Time
Jobs Are Harder To Get Than Drugs
Which Is Why We Resort To Crime
Ignorance Makes Us Deaf
Our Bliss Just Keeps Us Blind
But It's Not All Our Fault
We're Just Slaves To Entertainment
But Ignorance Is Bliss And People Love This
So It Keeps Us In Detainment
It Takes Money We Don't Have
So We Turn Hip Hop Into Treason
Turned Our Backs On Education
Now We're Talking For No Reason
Turned Our Salesmen Into Hustlers
And Nurses Into Hoes
The Celibate Start To Sell A Bit
Its Like Nobody Knows
We Fall Victim To Our Ignorance
And In Turn, Ignore Our Self
Ignorance Is Bliss And People Love This
Don't We Know When We Need Help?
Our High Just Takes Us Higher
And Helps Us Dream Of Dreams Come True
We Ignore What Is Required
And We Just Do What It Do
We Convince Ourselves We're Someone Else
And Tread Where We're Not Going
But Ignorance Is Bliss And People Love This
It Seems People Take Pride In Not Knowing

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Friends Is Fictitious
Current mood: cold

Fraudulent Figures Are Trustworthy Foes

Fictitious But This Is My Friend

The Friendliest Face With An Enemy's Stench

Looks Like I'm Set Up Again

A Lot Like A Slave How They Gave Me A Name

And Built Me A Swagger To Step

Whether Style Of My Swagger Or The Swagger Of My Step

They Fear Of The Realness I Rep

Their Plan Went Wrong And I Evolved

And Learned What I Was About

I Had Followed In Their Foot Steps

But Went And Changed My Route

I Repudiate These People

For Poisoning My Youth

I Longed Social Exception

Too Blind To Face The Truth

It's Proof You're Accepted When You Can Be You

And Never Rely On A Friend

For When You Are Stuck, Where Is Your Crew?

The Kindest Of Friends Are Pretend

A Friend Is A Friend And A Fake Is A Fake

Neither Is Different To Me

Ya Niggaz, Ya Homies, They All The Same

Real Friends Are Make Believe          

I Refuse To Follow Social Exception

I Refuse Fictitious Bait

Real Niggaz Choose Their Direction

And Refuse To Bow To Fate

"Do Not Judge My Book By Its Cover, For My Story Is Just As Fucked Up"

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When Love Was Fun
Current mood: cold

Why Is It So Fucked Up To Smile?

Why Does Is Hurt Like A Bad Tattoo?

I Would Be Smiling All Of The Time

If Only You'd Say I Love You Too

You're Running Away Like I Pulled Out A Gun

Don't You Miss The Days When Our Love Was Fun?

Back When All You Needed Was A Buck And A Dream

When All You Wanted Was A Movie On The Big Screen

When You Could Put Money And Pussy For Last

When Love Was So Clear But Hard To Contrast

When We Could Be Honest And Not Have To Act

When We Was Still Mad But Still Calling Back

When We Preach Of Our Love But Not Be A Preacher

When Our Love Was More Than A Physical Feature

When We Would Feel Safe Inside Our Uncertainty

When We Could Chill Out And Enjoy The Humility

But At Some Point In The Game We Decided To Change

And Seeing A Smile Was More Than Deranged

Silence And Suspicion Brings New Catastrophe

Mixing Us Up In Abnormal Normality

I Still Reminisce Though There's No Love To Trust

Before We Saw Smiles As Mild Disgust

Back When A Rose Was A Million Dollars

When We Could Be Dumb, But Still Be Love Scholars

But Now I Can't See It And Its Harder To Feel

I See That You're Sexy But That Don't Make You Real

You Can Have Money, The Looks, And The Skill

But If You Don't Have The Heart You're Nobody Still

I Refuse To Be Part Of This Dishonesty

I Plan To Rise To The Top And Teach Modesty

I Remember When Love Was A Ten Out Of Five

We Enjoyed It Too Much To Take Time To Describe

When We Could Continue And Never Get Bored

When We Could Be Winners Without An Award

When We Were At Peace And Could Just Be Yourself

And Our Only Back Up Was "Because" In Itself

So Why Has Is Become To Fucked Up To Smile?

Since When Has It Hurt Like A Bad Tattoo?

Because I Would Be Smiling All Of The Time

If Only You'd Say I Love You Too

You're Running Away Like I Pulled Out A Gun

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