MISS-UNDERTSANDING
She stands at the center of it all, yet not God All but he, stand tall hiding from the stare of men’s sight for she is a lady of the night Her eyes are the pathway too her leer Her walls are down for they are guarded to insecurity She draws you in with...
BRING BACK THE JUVENILE
I miss the days when I was like the boy in the picture I miss the days where I didn’t have to pay for my delinquencies because my cradle fingers were ignorant to the consequences of what they were committing I long for those days I recklessly ran beneath...
FEEL LIKE HE DID
I am tired of the green grains of cereal you offer me in take away packs I’m fed up with the CL of sugary liquids you give me No offense but I need more than that I’m tired of chasing after you in highways being offered nothing but chicken change that...
THE BRIDGE
The bridge between life and death is when we sleep and dream The bridge between poverty and success is hard work and dedication The bridge between man and God is love, prayer and steadfastness The wind blows in many directions and places The sun also...
THE BLAME SESSION
THE VOICE OF ADAM You were a subtraction of my sum The genesis of disobedience A formula that diluted my established equations I was content with the authority he delivered to me like a Christmas passel With wisdom vast enough to identify every other...
ORIGINAL ARTIST: OLLY MURS ALBUM: 24HRS SONG: THAT GIRL
There’s a girl but I let her get away It’s my entire fault cause I let pride get in the way And I’ll be lying if I said I was ok About that girl, the one I let get away I muted the voice of conviction steaming out of my lungs My thoughts were half baked...
A FRIEND CALLED LONELINESS
Like a void longing to be filled, like a voice yearning to be heard Like a groom awaiting his Bride. So was he.... Unable to speak but filled with the voice of thousand's. He sat pondering and wondering, how fast time fly's not withstanding mother-natures...
MEMORIES THAT FADE NOT
When will the time come when I get to see him Even his Shadow and not get worked up or any emotions at all. How long am I going to keep feeling this way for one who doesn't even notice my presence. Like a face behind the mirorr that never gets to be appreciated...
EDEN BEFORE EDEN
I’m from a place where agriculture found its birth Where the grasses grow greener regardless of the seasons reasons because over here fruitfulness is not voluntary but compulsory A place where the sun steadfastly shines and brightens the dark face of...