Not because I’m a huge die-hard Kanye West fan… Its because I don’t like her music. I mean her squeaky clean image bothers me. I don’t like people like that, it just makes me feel uncomfortable. Her music doesn’t appeal to me because she doesn’t sing about real shit, she sings about fairy tale lovey dovey shit that doesn’t even happen in real life. Its like she wrote songs while watching Disney movies and reading fairytales. I don’t find her as attractive as most guys I know do. I mean she’s alright, but she’s “pretty” but thats as far as she’s gonna get with me. I’m not hating on her actual talent of singing. Obviously if she’s getting paid big money to sing and do what she loves, then she has talent. I’m just stating how I feel about her.
your a beautiful suicide
a leap of faith to my heart
that single road I took has ended
where our two lanes merge, we start.
Crazy, this I know
How two star crossed galaxies
combine into one big supernova
and how each quasar of love, can foresee our prophecies
Properly, I’d address you
My girlfriend, My lover
our hearts are the objects that our trust has glued.
Question my sanity, I’ll ask you why the vanity
I’m fucked in the membrane like I’m from Amitty
Big long gun in my pants like my name was Yosamite
White girls steady fucking me, tryna see which one can handle me
I stay cocky, grab the magnum
We smoke Novacane, explains why my minds numb
Bitch I go hard, don’t you see the outcome?
I make it Rain Man… wait does that mean I’m dumb?
Naw, I just be dubsteppin
High up on the Lead, in my all white Zepplin
Looking for the next bad bitch Ima just get in.
Call my weed George, cause to the planes I’m just Jet’s son.
Bad bitch with the bright idea, call her head game Thomas Edison.
Fuck it, I’m outta bars
Straps and Stars,
Bitch I must be famous, If I got everyone on my dick
when I spit my stupid shit
Here’s a bright idea, hop off my fuckin tip
so I can do my shit
No I ain’t B-I-G, but bitch I-D-O it
Back to the grind, money on cebral
skateboard rhymes, bitch your just feeble
but let me hit my pinnacle, I’ll make you feel so minimal
I’ll let you know who’s the best, without you watching the interview.
They say be cautious of my consciences
cause it will make the weak minded nauseous
and aw shit,
this one chick everyone says that I am fucking with
seems to think that she’s a bad bitch
quit that shit, gimmie the memo, 411, the fuckin sitch
and I’ll probably rat out that fuckin snitch.
But nevermind, you loving this,
I’m not cocky, but I’m the shit
floating in this toilet bowl of life dawg, don’t flush me bitch.
I cuss alot because I think I’m part nautical
because the navy, wants to save me, and make the son of prodical
are nothing more to me than just hurdles
as I jump over them and pass these slow turtles
And sometimes my mind just twist words, makes bars, and murders
but somewhere between the brain and the mouth the stir slows.
I don’t really know, like for really though
If its just me, or if that her pussy’s just friendly… yeah she’s a hoe.
cause she’s plowing up the gardens of the young youth
filling up her cavities, no dentistry, but that canal’s a root.
Pussy jihad, she’s a terrorist from Lebanon, more specifically from Beirut.
But if it’s Lebanon or Lebron, niggas would still shoot.
Whats best for this world? My mind.. said it with my own horn toot.
I got bars, you got nothing dust to kick with the left boot,
and ass comes a dozen, yeah thats my loot.
Fruity loops, I’m on my Tucan Sam
and I’d be shocked if I become a rapper, and get a nomi for that gram.
But fuck it. My boy said inspiration comes by the gram,
In a little baggie, so you can smoke too Sam.
But I am who I am.
Just a 20 year old man.
With the imagination of a 5 year old, damn.
And the wisdom of your 80 year old gramps.
I know half of yall niggas won’t read this
but I’m not pissed
I just wish I could get exposure for shit like this
and become a poet.
So I can go back to my school and let every teach know it
that the fuck up in class has wealth and he can show it.
So excuse the steez, swag, demeanor, whatever you call it.
Its just a spark of creativity, and my minds lit.
They say love can be something of a contradiction.
A word that is both very real, but elusive and mythical like fiction
Us singles see the couples, and look for love so we can fit in.
But we are just mere outcast, looking at a house we want to get in.
Seems like L-O-V-E, can be something viral
symptoms may include depression, with your mind spinning in a never ending spiral.
Then the comes the stage of denial
as those without love say they don’t need it, will the worlds most hollow smiles.
But this viral case of denial can last more than awhile.
It may last forever, never to know what true love is.
What beholds in true love’s sight. What wonders give with true love’s kiss.
I would gladly say to a female stranger “Excuse me miss,
would you like to embark on a journey to find what true love is?”
I say true love is deathly viral.
it plays on our heartstrings as if we we’re audience to its faint recital.
Its symphonic sounds crescendos, builds and builds until its last note becomes final
and then, leaves us in its absences. saddened, distraught, damn near suicidal.
We can not idol, something so ideal.
They say a broken heart stays broken, but only love will heal.