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Illumination

It's been too long since i tasted your forbidden fruit, but it's hidden so well, the world would never see its truth and, whenever you're not near me, I feel it down to my roots and, d*mn I can't wait to see you,...

Tell them all i can't stand it, they can't never do you justice, it's filled to the brim & everything it entails is real substance, and I've tried many times to stop the force of the eruptions but...d*mn I can't wait to touch you,...

When you walked into my life, it's never, felt so enchanting, it's the hands of time of my heart, and the, fingers keep dancing, and sound of the beat turns my thoughts into Atlantis, and d*mn I can't wait to feel you,...

I wanna spend forever with you, forever & a day, in a room with loud words but they ain't got much to say, Cuz the premise is your smile, I'll always fight for your time, put together in a rhyme, broken down by the lines, I wanna be in your soul, next to your satin sheets, in your feet so when you walk, your steps remind you of me, never retreat, always keep your head up to the sky,...like my face between your thighs,...with your eyes closed wide,...

Time of the essence, so my pen found inception, I detected a strong desire to keep your future manifested, so I'll add to your pain, but alleviate your rain, cuz when the suns come up, we gonna do it all again,...

I got a fever,...
I got a fever,...
I got a fever,...For you,...

Never what it seems like, it's more what we feel, found a path to your heart, down a road named surreal, streetcar named desire, it's our motion picture, what some would call your name, I just call it scripture,...

I got a fever,...
I got a fever,...
I got a fever,...For you,...

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Deep See

I'm talking about spirits that live deep down in the depths of my thoughts, brought to life when the abyss flows over, I can't keep my mind focused, it's like falling asleep at the wheel but you're not the one driving, so everything is just outta your control,...the faster the time flies, the slower life hits, kinda like smiles that's being sold for gold, and love's never been the type that calls my phone, more like being on hold,...I'm typecast, cuz everybody's actors, I can feel pain around the corner, it's found on the walls, and mixes with struggle like asbestos, but inspiration lights the room up, it's lights the tomb up, but I wouldn't say I'm dead just yet,...they say I reak of depression, I tell them I'm just congested, and can't smell the roses in the cold, but nonetheless I'll make it through, we always do, as long as the girls around me understand when to lose their clothes, reach for your dreams, lose care to all underneath, cause all that I seem to see is the bottom, so if you feel like me, spark 'em if you got 'em, cause when you walk in my crib and you smell the nag champa burning, just know I'm trying to be a better person, like when the days worsen,...but every cloud's lining is silver, so I push the petal to the metal and speed into a brand new day, like there's nothing more to say,...nothing more to say...

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Children of Men

I'm trying to be a fly on the wall of wherever is greatness is being assembled, we aim to be Marcus Garvey's yesterday morning, I wanna believe he and Sam Cook were of the same mind, my change is a house of cards, stacked up against everything I wanna fight for,...The revolution will not be televised because the feed is nothing but a whisper in the wind, but if you heard it, you'd feel it in your soul like The Temptations,...We question everything, but believe nothing, and write our own stories as we go, some of the elders believe us to be unemotional, not so much, we just believe in truth over intentions,...Our mothers and fathers instilled clarity in our lines of sight, yet nowadays, we've turned it into tunnel vision, we only like what we see, when what we see, is us,...You can broadcast old movies, and tell stories of wars fought for our freedom, but our freedom is Starbucks, Prada shoes, & YouTube, our future is bright, isn't it?...We're not all bad though, being misguided isn't a bad thing, it keeps us believing that growth & change are right over the horizon,...Belief is dangerous when it puts power into the people, we might not be the ones who fought for front bus seats, segregation, and good intentions, but god help us, we're trying to clean the skeletons out of our closets, and the demons out of inhibitions, it's a long walk home, and we're just trying to make curfew,...

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Just For Us

So many opinions, but I look at them like minions, swaying in the wind, I'm unaffected by their mission, which entails bringing down the grace of you, the face of your, unabashed religion to bring soul to my life, many nights dealt with fights, broken dreams, tangible strife, but your voice is the day where work doesn't exist, just put your mind away of all of those nay-sayers that that display bad weathers to our seeds of joy, the world can tell you what they want, how your waistline doesn't fit the description of bulimic groin-throbs that don't really exist, cuz your realness is depicted by my appetite for living, what I'm giving is the foundation of what our union's become, so pay no attention to others who scoff at what we've founded, when their houses of cards are just built on un-truths and distrust, they can jump off the cliff, but I'm trying to live, so my days are amazed by the flaws of you, because you're un-perfect, and I'm un-perfect, so together we can grow to be more than perfection itself, like a mother now clean when addiction was her path, because her children gave her life when wanted to give hers back, these words might confuse those who don't see with their heart, and seek empowerment in the one that they care about most, so keep your smile afloat, and I promise to keep planting the seeds of beauty like when the sun hits your face in the break of dawn, just know that your place for me is legendary cuz you changed my skepticism to a grain of sand, everything that you stand for is the reason I speak, and moves pens to the pad cuz your eyes are so deep...

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She Gave Me a Pen

I use it to bare purpose, in a life where lights aren't as bright 
as she would like them to be,...good days are catergorized 
as long naps and "chick flicks" that tell stories of a love 
aged, even though innocense is seen as the plot,...sometimes 
she doesn't wanna speak of her plight, so smiley faces  
come across to hide what's really inside,...I know she's  
hurting, and she knows that I'm hurting, but we both rather 
talk about our friends instead,...for their lives are much 
sillier than ours, and some days laughs are hard to come by,  
so I take this pen with green ink in it and try to write lines in the 
sky,...Being a romantic is hard when I'm hopeless and she's 
hopeful that I just let my feelings for her subside,...I ask her 
why?, I believe this pen with green ink can make you happy,  
but she sees it as a dream, kinda like when art reflects life,... 
I guess you can never comprehend the depths that one is  
willing to go to make themselves invisible, but she's anything 
but to me,...I see it as a privledge to write with this pen, with 
this green ink, on this paper, that I've found in a pad,...I use  
it to bare purpose, to write lines in the sky, that might spell 
out her name,...she gave me a pen, I gave her a dream, so 
I'm guessing the green ink is where we meet in-between,...