I said yes but she kept sayin' no. Yeah the scent was in the air. Was it a rose. I said excuse me ma'am. But you tweekin' my nose. She slapped him in the face.
Storm clouds cruising cross the blue skies. Shadows float across the fields of barley. I find myself an island in an island. I have to sort things out just my way.
I cannot get over legitimately. The reality of my surroundings. Do not point to the sky, so why should I even try. When there's nothin' out there to be.
Born in the 1940's, my parents couldn't vote. X and king was on a march for power true. Black power that is, panther's and their attitudes. Were fresh new business suits, yes, yeah, yeah.
Hunched fetal in the corner of my soul. My fingernails are bleeding. From climbing up the wall. . This time you really hurt me right down to the core.
So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts. One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned.. Yet another emotional suicide, overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Slick Nick stole the reindeer from the zoo. Fell down my chimney with a keg of brew. Put my dog out in the cold. Ripped off the candy from my socks. Smokin' cloves and drinkin' Scotch.
As we set out on this journey. Off to face the world's best. The love of this small nation. Gives us strength to face the test. And if pride can bring us glory.
The lion shall roar. We'll walk through that door. Do it all. We say it with pride. The lion shall roar in the sun. Light up my eyes. A feeling that can't be denied.
Skankin' to the beat is an alright feelin'. Skankin' to the beat got my toe jams peelin'. Skankin' to the beat got the rude girls squeelin'. I'm just skankin' to the beat.
We could talk for hours and we do about nothing. And avoid talking about anything that could 'cause us problems. But we couldn't ignore and have to talk about, to sort something out.
Idiotic behavior to the beat. It made me skeet a happy gooey. Substance between me and my funky HumTy. Dumpty feet lawd.. . Whilin' like a lunatic. So violently we BUCK! and kick.
I think I'll write... write down some shit. Some shit that's on my mind. Some shit I've been thinkin'. 'bout for a very long time. . This shit that's on my mind.
Lady luck and a four leaf clover. Won't ease this hurt I feel all over. My life was one big special occasion. Until your leaving damp with the situation.
Who, who do you serve?. For whose empire and for whose whims?. Is your honor judged by men?. Will you lie?. Will you lie if they say it's their will?.
sometimes i can feel it waiting in between my thoughts. a vaguely threatening yet coming liquidation of the framework i have wrought. these 23 or is it 4 years i have slowly built my.
Stripper in a public bar. Waving a jar. Hope she doesn't go too far. Saving up for a car. Hope you're gonna like the show. Because if no one wants to know.
I've seen your love. I've seen your love before. But it doesn't mean much. It's not worth fighting for. I've felt you touch. And I've felt those hands.
Sometimes I'll be heartbroken. Sometimes I'll be caressed. Sometimes I'll be elated. Sometimes I'll be depressed. One day you love to have me. One day you have to love. . . me.
Regulo gas mark VIII. Even the world can feel me breathing. Into the count of 4, into the count of 5. . Spiders on the wall. They don't pay no alimony, I like the simple life.