I am not who I once was
Nor am I who I shall be
And yes, I realize this concept
Is quite elementary
Rudimentary
These life fundamentals
Every breath that I take
Is purely elemental
Supplemental my intelligence
With beauty accidental
Owe that part to genetics babe
It was simply parental
Push it down
These emotions I feel
Like every thought I possess
Rolls out on reel to reel
He said my name
Should never have been in your mouth
Now, hard as I try
I cannot seem to spit it out
These Queens say I am "ride or die"
But whose death am I riding to?
I pump the brakes, hold his hand
And fight to hold the truth
But what if this story is
His business and mine?
How do I decide
Where to draw the lines?
Sign over symptom
My song ever carries
And I am struggling to
Limit my bearings
Setting nauticals to
Keep me closer to home
Close to the bone
Ready to hone in
Cuz I only dive to save people
Ready to swim
If you ain't in it to win it
Then sit the fuck down
Tell yourself can't one more time
And count yourself out
If you walkin with me
Then we walkin devout
Penetrate the promenade
Of the average full of doubt
Armies of angels
Ready to rise
Baby boy, just remember
You opened more than my thighs
Goddess on the rise
Wings to the skies
Perfecting my pieces
this puzzle born life
Can't wait to hear you
ReplyDeleteplay in Seventh-Heaven, dear.
You coming?
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Can't wait to hear you
ReplyDeleteplay in Seventh-Heaven, dear.
You coming?