I forgot how to write
My God it's not sounding right
The way I'd shape my face by phrase on a page
The shades I'd make cry, pray, and praise your name
Out of the blue you chalked me on cue
To change the hue of my attitude
You say "I'll pull it right out of you
And carry this, your arrogance
An arrow in
My vow to you"
So what do I do when I've lost my voice
And need a ploy just to prove my choice
When it's true that
That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a safe man
I don't sell my soul, although you know I'd
I'd go render my last cel-shaded gold
Through a bold
But hidden code
Where love and hate they'll mold fixated in a humble abode
You see I'm not perfect
And for sure you've heard it
Oh it's true that
That I'm the biggest fool on the planet but
But I'd be a tool to wanna change it 'cause
'Cause I'm a lion in a strange land
I'm untamed maybe I'm deranged and
I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a safe man
So I can't say I'm a sane man
No I can't say I'm a sane man
So I can't say I'm a safe man
One thing I have achieved is I have lived my life today, as I have yesterday and will tomorrow, I
have cut and used my shares to create my path I chosen that flows into the future, my path is
well cleared of weeds and other clutter, so when I wake in the morning it shall be as it was
yesterday.
For me change causes conflict through my inner core, as it challenges my very soul of right to
be, and works on my disempowering my growth with in my right to live, some times I find the
voice of my soul as it sings a song of sorrow and my mind speaks a voice of normalised and a
well rehearsed way of being me.
Singing its song of empowerment , create and cut a new path with my tools, change can be a
subtle as a song from your essence of being, By me clearing the way .creates a purpose which
gives hope to faith.
With my shears I cut a new melody for the rhythm of life, so my day is not tomorrow or
yesterday, I have created believe in my song and will be and go wherever the song sings, as I
write the words that design my song
As the lyrics play in my ear i began to focus on lifes greatest things with the past catching up
to me i realize no ones there to catch my fall
As the lyrics play i realize that if i dont change my ways im headed for a cell with no escape
As time will tell if i dont change my ways the song will end up being reality for me
as the lyrics play i begin to cry and thank God he gave me a second chance to over come
the addicion of sin.
Before i end up in a box made of tin so as the lyrics play i realize the only way out of the
hood is to stay focused and it will lead me in the right way.
so as akons song tired of running plays in my ear i thank god im here
One song not known but by one,
the song that could change better to best,
a song that could change worse to worst,
the song that lived while men slept.
The song is sung when you read,
the rithym follow your thinking,
the soundtrack goes as the footsteps,
the chorous is the meaning you realized.
when you have read,thought,walked and reasoned,
the song starts to do its work.
Don't read unknown lines,
nor walk in an unknown lane,
or... the song will be sung,
who knows what next that follows,
good... or evil.
The living song
I hit the dance floor looking for a chick that knows how to dance though.
Can shake it to the Lil Jon gone off a lil don but still can dance slow.
Move her hips to the beat, lips real sweet, watching them low rise thighs
hypnotize’n C.
Dip’n it low to the floor entice’n me.
Cutie wit the bootie, a knock out like Tyson hit me.
We dance’n till the song change, I saw the draws on this tall dame, chameleon thong
and her bra change.
She whispered in my ear, listen real clear I came wit my girls I’m tryin to get
outta here.
I said that’s cool and I here you loud and clear, you real foxy brown like Ms. Pam
Grier.
She said that she’ll top me down, let me dock my boat in her pier.
She moves her body well; Man, me and the mourning gotta to see her.
Victim of her love spell, telling me Vicky’s secret that she holds so dear.
She got me hype like right boo let’s leave the club.
She like alright might have to show you was up.
I told her I aint a man of words but I’m bout a lot of action.
Told me to be a man of my word and she hopes that I’m packin
I showed her my size 14, and she said whus crackin
She grabbed my package, jumped back and said lets make it happen
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