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I've Got the Best

See them…
in the street light,
done up…
for a hot night,
made up….
like a French whore,
skin tight…
on a dance floor.

Their men keep coming,
the richest in town,
end up laying all
their money down.
Got no pity
for all of these clowns,
’cause I know…

I have got the best, girl,
they have got the rest,
I’ve got the brass ring,
they, the hot mess,
I’ve god the good

Got Me Under Pressure!

Pressure...is a lot like Lemons!

It can leave a sour taste in your Mouth,

Tho, it can also guide you down the...Primrose Path!

But...on the other side of the Rind!

It can also leave a sour look on your Face,

Till, it's heavily paved and becomes an...Eternal Highway!

I Got Energy Always from Your Verse

Your words arrive like dawn’s first flame,
A gentle spark, yet never tame.
They touch the chords I guard with care,
And lift my soul through open air.

The maps I hide, the dreams I keep,
Awake within me from their sleep.
Your verse reminds me light must flow,
To those whose hearts will help it grow.

I see the mirrors you have

One That Got Away

It's been years since we spoken
Most things hadn't changed at all
Our youth had started to dwindle 
But her beauty It could not fall

Back the we had big dreams
Though the we could change 
I laugh when think about them 
They are optimistic and strange

The one dream I had back then 
The one I wished had come

I've Got the Fire

Got Fire In My Soul

Flaming Desire In My Heart

Waiting For Your Spark

I said, 'Since I got my brand-new dentures today'

I said, "Since I got my brand-new dentures today,
can we maybe try some new adventures today?"
She said, "I think I have to wait a bit ~
That new smile! I just can't get used to it.
So, let's do the same old adventures tonight, okay ~
after we pray?"

The chains are still there you've just got to look closer

Stalked all their life 
Stained by a crime not committed 
A permanent mark on black skin
A reminder how we will never fit in
Labelled as criminals
Despite being exonerated 

Probation was for those in need of reformation 
Not those who already good behaviour 
But any chance to stereotype 
The oppressors will take their chance
To keep the invisible

I Got You Babe

Your spot without you standing there 
Could never be the same
Even if it's occupied 
By someone with your name
There's only you, your rightful place?
Mic 3 up on the stage
And in my heart you've all the mics
I strum for just you babe

Got No Feeling

Oh, since that day, I’ve been done with your games,
I’ve been done with your games, so tired,
left me in pain, and in courtrooms insane,
took half of my gains, you liar,

Now you just want to come back,
think it’ll all be a snap,
life’s just a lark, you were playing the part,
but woman I see through the trap.

I’m

Plans We Never Got to Keep

We hadn’t talked in years,
not really.
Not since childhood,
when grass stains
and ghost stories
bound us like magic.

Cousins,
but closer than that —
best friends
before the world grew quiet.

We were six,
sitting in circles at recess,
telling wild stories
just to make the hours stretch.
Remember the green-eyed creatures
who chased us in our dreams?
The ghost at Grandma’s house
you swore was real?
I never doubted you.

We

EVERY FAMILY GOT ONE

Every family got one
That one family member who
You won't invite to the cook-out
Because you know that they'll
Do something stupid to turn it out
And pissed everyone off, might 
Even cause a fight to breakout
Every family got one
That one family member 
Who's the jokester, who sit
Around and tell those tall tales and
Have everybody laughing even
Though you know

I got lucky

A weary worn out start to the day.
Things to be done seem too far away.
A sip of coffee, a pill or two.
Get on the phone to talk to you.

Up and at it and on my way.
The game of life is now at play.
I arrived on time as arranged.
I walked in, my luck had changed.

An angel

The choices we never got to make

A life of false happiness 
Or death by defiance
They claim we have a choice
But what kind of choice is a life of imprisonment or a death penalty
An eternal life of isolation 
Or an eternity of nothingness 

With choices like that who needs control
Or to be caged by manipulation
For us the ideal choice 
Would be death
To

i still got sum

.

       'neath thuh prairie'z
                 thickets
        'long it's lush open
                 hidden

Got to keep going

We all wish for something more than what we see,
We’re all searching for a place where we can be free.
With every step we take, the stakes are high,
But we lift each other up, make our spirits fly.

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