.:My Word, Speaks:.
Blind in one eye shit-faced in the other
But let’s go further. Don’t give up. Come on act like a birther
Damn let’s flight or fight…
Take-off or take it off…go at it all night
Hit the light…Naw. Fooled ya, it’s still daytime
I’m crazy mad but still into the playtime
You still free verse. And me? I still wanna rhyme
But why you wanna act like you wanna hate me?
I try and evade hurt. You wanna pick at mine.
I ain’t lying
Maybe we need to grab some millimeters
Glock Nines, suit up in Stan Kowalski-type wife beaters
We could do shows how to throw blows in case we don’t pull triggers
Embarrass ourselves; act like a bunch of… “Why so serious” Jokers?
Get throw’d off like Midnight Tokers. Right-off that Streetcar
Call you The Desired. You had me mired… Faded in grief
Deep. Like Yusuf Lateef; I was crying “Love Theme from Spartacus”
Even while knowing The High could only go so far in this
Damn Sky, you was always my Star. If I’d drank; I’d still be @the bar
No, not really. Probably NOT…more likely in the grave
Damn, with YOU…the critical can’t behave
Call me your slave. My word.
You mean to tell me you never ever fathomed?
That I wanted to be one of your one and only strokers?
Went and got hitched. Now ain’t that a bitch
Told my 2nd & 3rd wife about My Crush.
How you had turned my heart into so much mush
Of course they didn’t wanna hear it!!!
YOU long gone and they still sneered and feared it
But that’s OK; Even YOU can be like that…
Nonchalant in this “near” Matter Of Fact
You can act cool. I’m used to The Pain
But pardon my gaff. You’ve driven me insane!