insane is her every thought, perfect is her every flaw, scarred is her broken heart, but in her eyes i still see the stars, for her soul is my universe, and no matter how much it hurts, i hope gravity will let us fall, in a love that conquers all"
A Dangerous Mind w/ Beautiful Thoughts
my life is an open book….only each sheet is free of words cause i don’t trust the pages enough to hold my secrets."
A Dangerous Mind with Beautiful Thoughts
life was supposed to be beautiful but i ain’t surrounded by Warhol’s, all i see is whores in the halls, piss on the floor cracks in the walls, niggas getting high dead bodies on the floor i’m sitting on the stoop cause i can’t stand the brutality so i daydream until i change my reality, nightmares so real i question my mortality, paranoia so intense my every thought holds suspense, i hate everyone my heart holds so much resent, yea i have a few regrets, poor decisions i jus wish i could abort the consequences, i aborted my first child cause we were jus adolescents, but who was i to murder such a blessing, but i guess you can say i learned my lesson, cause if i could do it again i would do it different, i’d show you the world tell you stories of my love for you and watch as you intently listen. God knows i miss my baby girl my little Lea Rose, rosey cheeks daddy’s smile, green eyes like mommy coupled with her heart of gold, or you coulda been my little commander Mr. Julien Alexander but instead now all i have is an idea of how it would all unfold and that jus leaves me with these tears that flood, my innocence was purer than a white rose but i been exposed now i look more like a red rose or am i still a white rose but now i’m jus stained with blood, now i’m cold and i question what is love, trying to take flight but i get no further than a wing clipped dove, drunk on alcohol, high on drugs, numb from the pain, it’s a wonder I haven’t gone insane, but who knows i’d probably feel the same, i was a lion out the gate but that was before i seen life deflate, dreams shattered by nightmares called reality, everyone fears the end but death is jus a fallacy, they jus want to end this malady disguised as humanity, even as a kid my sanity was nearest to a fantasy that’s why i’ll always hold my mother nearest, that’s why i call her mommy dearest, daddy wasn’t around he was somewhere with his mistress, i used to cry for him hoping he would one day hear it but instead i grew violent and rather vicious cause all i had for dinner on some nights were jus empty dishes, glass half full i had to find something to fill the emptiness with, something to lift the soul keep my life afloat so one day i picked up a pen and this is what i wrote, expose every emotion, reveal what i’m feeling, tell em how i hit the floor trying to hang on to the ceiling. this ordinary life shit is precisely what my vice is and my only advice is to live life righteous and maybe you might jus survive this, life is war that’s why i’m always on my toes, and yea damn straight it takes a toll that’s why i have these scars tattooed on my soul, yea i make mistakes but it’s all good one day i jus might be great, but for now i jus share my pain hoping someone out there might relate