The Creative Design of My Mind

I know your used to those bad boys with something to prove
you have an open heart for them because they have nothing to lose
so you choose, to lose your heart over them
even after the last one when you said you learned your lesson
I’m guessing you question that man that treats you right
Your only used to little boys that are quick to fight
So you take flight on the gentleman who says goodnight
With a kiss on the cheek, for the one whos job is done when he skeets on sheets
So the futures for that good guy is looking bleak
To get the girl he wants he has to live BIG
A bad boy. 

 

Dreams fade into a working reality.
Painters poets dancers singers
But not financially
Romantic perceptions portrayed through art are deterred for financial flexibility.
love manifests in the heart
But the mind pushes for money
Can’t live in this city without it
The starving artist is all about it.
chicken soup for the soul wont keep you warm through the winters cold.
Every day you grow old and realize you have sacrificed the bold for a life more conventional.
You put down the pencil for paper.
Life’s a beautiful thing, but the past is a bitch.
You can’t change or erase her.
Stuck with her till memories dissipate like vapors.
Content with the content of your bank with nothing but contempt for those who dream chase and create.

You’re hiding I can’t wait 2 find you
Remind you that I don’t like you. 
In fact I spite you since you grew
From ye high to be a thorn in my side you
Persisted to get under my skin again and again 
Why must we fight
You wake me up at night
Once your the right height
And stick your head out.
Ill pluck you dead out.

I saw a cloud shaped like America today and thought I’d rather live in that place until it floated away.
I look down on a world that’s all faded to grey.
From the streets to the smog in this un-magical place.
Where the trees turn to logs cut in unnatural shapes.
Where the bee’s are just as busy but they’re buzzing in place.
And the rats don’t stop to think about why they’re running this race.
In the lights of the city even stars are erased.

Funny how you feel like you lost the One
Until you find another one better than the first one
Realizing that you lost none in the first place
Because what you lost you never really had, and what you found you can never replace
So you cant lose a love that you never really… yea 
And the new makes you realize the old wasn’t that
Life moves in a circle but it never goes back
Making sure someone has your back to go back to
Is the only way to go back to
The one  

These kids are saying that they gang bang
What? you pulling my chain
You slang plymouth rocks 
To put rocks on the on the same chain used to hang
On blocks ducking the cops behind a plymouth cause the same rocks
You slang now shine and blow up your spot
Man those cops dont care if you load glocks to kill
the other blacks letting of shots on the same blocks 
With liquor stores, moms and pops, 
And your mom aint give a fuck when she was fucking your pops
Like you dont care about that bust when she was sucking your cock
So its back to rocks on the block
Or a different block with niggas and hard cots
Prison cells, bars, in the yard you rock
And take shots at the top of the key
Or shooting a 3, while doing a 3, for moving a key of hard rock
Back to the block, your shot, 
The one you blew
Or back on the block shot outside the moms and pops
Or the pops that wished he blocked his shot in ya moms 
The same one who blew the cock of the guy she barley knew