Dreamgirl |
Chalk outline your silhouette
Because your body is killing me
Far from the skinny model anorexic magazine type
Hips breast and ass the kind real men like
As my finger tips retraces god work of...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 05:34:00 GMT |
I apologize |
Although my hands haven't form the fist that has come to strike you
I'm still guilty of producing the boy turned man who despise and dislike you
How can I get upset when you look at me as less than a...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 07:22:00 GMT |
new poem (back in the day) |
Little kids with impressionable minds strike curious poses
While ghetto stars with folklore
Smell the scent of the roses
While playing the mahogany or riding the oak
Had no one to guide him
So the ...
Posted by on Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:03:00 GMT |
I get high everyday |
Pain is her heroin
A methadone of gloom
She's so delusional about her worth
She hallucinate like mushroom
Years of defeat have left her so deflated
I try to pump her up
But her esteem fear the elev...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Nov 2006 04:56:00 GMT |
IF I COULD WRITE A SILLY LOVE SONG |
TOGETHER WE ARE SO HARMONIOUS
IN OUR BARE ESSENCE OUR A CAPELLA IS SO TIGHT
I WROTE A LOT OF LOVE SONGS
BUT NOW SHE GOT ME WRITING A LOVE LIFE
I'M SO INTOXICATED IN HER BARS
THERE'S NO MEASURE TO THE...
Posted by on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 07:38:00 GMT |
