i write to give use to my mind, hopin' that i'll find
tha reason im expressed so truly thru these lines
that i take time, and think of ways 4 them 2 rhyme
and paint pictures to show to those gifted and blind.

it's kinda hard to read tha signs that are embedded wit pearls
so i often say "fucc tha world", hopin' it gives birth to a baby gurl
who will take her time wit her life, wastin' it perfectin' her curls
one day become a wife, and bring yet another soul to this world.

life's so focused on sterl-ing and material values....worthless
jesus died to cleanse our souls, tha result....we're still not perfect
instead we spend whole lives studyin' this earth, but still hurt it
it's said that tha greed to need money's a curse, but it's wat we work wit.

people get merked quik, cuz tha fact that words are mis-spoken
often they jokin', one takes it tha wrong way, a heart beat broken
words can be a strong weapon, but so often are bodies cast in tha ocean
death is tha token to heaven, but we arrive still searchin' 4 wat's golden.

so im hopin', that one day tears will no longer shed from a mother
and no longer will man have to infiltrate forbidden territory undercover
now i wonder, if it stabs ya mind to call sumone who looks different a brother
will we be able to come to peace wit eachother and view tha world without color?


This was like a 15 minute key....Blah....It's kinda old but I posted it to get active on here again....Peace