MUST I
Must I remind you of the times you survied thru your dieing roots
As a flower meant to blossum with color, but yet you suffer from blind truth
Cuz I too have seen what my past kings have seen,
And have dreamed of bad dreams
Where my closest friends weren't as close as they had seemed
It's a sad thing... but if love is blind
Why wouldn't everything else be below or above the line?
When our generations youth, who claim that they love to shine,
but instead of excelling in school trying to love their minds
They choose to be involved in drugs and crime.
How is love defined? is it hugs and kisses?
Or is it laying down in love postions with no intent for a love commitment?
Because it's mention in even a thugs ambitions
to criticize, down and judge these "bitches," who are really our loving sistas.
Flame thanks you