The songs i sing consist of rhythm n' blues,
when i`m not so jazzy, but unflashy in truth.
before the incision was scars thru the mention,
of gifts n' twisted wisdom given in a bars proof.
she got me head over heels just sittin' with you,
chit chattin', sit back n' max spittin with you.
wether it's chillin' on the couch, playin' games,
or makin' dates of future dates we`ll runaway.
just me and you, it's only two and it's confusin',
when it should've, could've been exclusive.
maybe it's useless or we`ll use it for amusement,
but the song i sing is, that feel good music.
music - sounds of fluid, feathered by smoothness
an oppritunity to do it, proven by bruises- the truest
musician's carry out on multiple missions with precision
of vision - and sheltering joy within it's own ambition
And The goals are related, made for the entertainment
so harmony remains legit, there's no explaination to it
no can hate pertain to it, and the acceptance opens wide
so - ignorant or shy, you can sit back and just vibe
artists smoothly collide, to fulfil those incisions-
with rhythm. grab ya fallen souls and just lift 'em
a lifestyle of cultures, that's label renew-
surpasses art itself - music, what is it to you?