You Feel Me

shoot me shoot me shoot me I’m made of steel you’re bullets can’t go through me stab me stab me stab me your spineless knife can’t cut past me the words above and the ones below sick with history of my fallen foes tells a lesson from which well grow but it won’t help if we don’t know love me love me love me bruised from niggas who put themselves above me feel me feel me feel me id give anything to feel the real thing, see loveless letters written by the empty pleading hands of a lost soul who should have knew better but if you let her in the tears dry theres blue skies and butterflies better days and soulful nights it doesn’t hurt if you do it right what will it take for you to spend the night and the rest of my life with you by my side take this empty pleading hand and hold it tight the love between our bond overflows and pours by our feet and we can feel it in our toes its absorbed by our mother earth and it rains tears of joy the suns sees our love and begins to glow we have fallen my love and our descent is slow as we enjoy every empty pleading hands grabbing flesh of foreign regions hungrily, passionately deservingly slowly dripping slowly drip drip each drop of my love pours into you as you return every pleading hand reading the lines of my body transcribed into a yearning affection written only in your language i love it when you speak to me