#1
He didn't know what they were about,
He got in and now he wants out,
He know that he can't really shout,
Coz if he does then he knows he's going,
POW! POW! POW!
#2
Listen,
You know what?!
You wanna come at me, so you look hot.
You wanna stand out, but I ain't no tree top.
You want my help, I ain't no robot.
#3
You can't be two-faced;
Look at me and smile,
Then turn around and screwface
#4
Life is a smile,
Life is a breeze,
Life is something
That doesn't take fees
#5
Soft hands caress my mind. Each delicate stroke softly killing my innocence. I feel...harsh knuckles bombarding my dented flesh. Dented flesh. Hey! That's my dented flesh, can you leave it as such.
#6
Cold breathes slap across my face.
Symphonies of sympathies,
Consistently confused.
Do you even know the power of what you do?
#7
You look at me,
I look at you.
You should look at my face,
But instead, you look at my shoes.
You don't care how I feel,
You don't care what I do.
My clothes say it all,
That's what matters to you.
But my clothes came off shelves,
I didn't make them, did you?
I don't observe a man's attire
And say, "I want that too!"
#8
So...
When did you decide that you wanna be be-friended?
Was it before or after out fake relationship had ended?
And when did you decide that you wanna be my "G"?
Was is before or after you "419"ed my "P"s?
And when did you decide that you wanna be my homie?
Was is before or after you rejected the fact you know me?
And when did you decide that you wanna be like Christ?
Was it before or after you caused such trepidice.
#9
Lord,
Many years have we waited;
Waited for a child to fill our broken hearts.
Lord I'm tired.
Tires of waiting.
We are now both well advanced in years,
But all we have begotten is sorrow and tears.
Lord, where are you?
Because I cannot find you in my current state, Lord.
In fact, I can't even find myself.
I am lost.
I have lost my faith, voice and future,
Yet you still expect me to save hundreds of souls for your Kingdom,
While I myself am in danger of resenting You?
#10
Sleep little child,
Let your mind not fret
Do not fear
O child
Just carry on
You worry.
Just sleep little child
Love will carry you through to the end
Yes, it will
Do not cry
For mama has a prayer for you
O it will carry you till the end
O sleep little child don't cry
O sleep little child don't cry...
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