Having dreams of being with my queen
But she's yet to be seen
My heart yells fiercely so i know just what it means
Overstanding my goal my flesh goes to my soul to ask
For help from universe to guide me down the path
To my lady sounds crazy but maybe i met her in a life in the past
Wealth is health she's my other half so I'm doing bad
The thought of not having what i never had
A person i can relate to and have relations with
Then Emotions will sink in
That's why it's called a relation-ship
I ain't gotta false image im tryna sail
Stay afloat in a hope to keep my throat above water
Under the water is hate and i barely can swim
But I'm gone keep kicking and pushing even tho my chances are slim
What's wrong with a lot of women i don't know where to begin
They programmed and i can also say the same thing for the men
I know I'm a king and without my queen i ain't shit
i can no longer pretend
A Black Man is not a Nigger and a Black Women is not a bitch
And i need a women my age that can overstand this
YOU ARE READING
The Long Chains and charm.
PoetryPoetry book about mental captivity and perception of a false reality.