Monday, December 13, 2010

random relief

thinkin bout it lately
and Love's a good idea
seems like a unicorn
needs belief 2 appear
and i ain't fearin nothing
jus not amped enuff
to pull the strap pray the parachute open right and jump
i think i think to much
brain puts itself in check
can't play the blind passenger
hear my third eye screamin train wreck
don't wanna lose respect
can't help but play the game
still picture ur car
can't 'member ur name
and if u had a millions
I wouldn't ask 4 50
and nothin out ur mouth
can help ur chance to hit me
I'm not the average chick
spend ur best lines 2 get with
trick ur rent money 2 sit with
if i don't wanna experiment still can't get sh!t
and sex don't equal feelins
and fonkin 2 create simple beef
it's jus a biological function
resultin in
Belief in somethin greater
makes me wish for better later
but since i'm prisioned in the present
savin strength 2 convalesce and
considering this a lesson in repressin
my aggression
usin discretion indiscreetly
both chiefly and sweetly
because I need me
far more than u ever could:)
So slightly damaged but still good
misunderstood as hood
unfortunately actually abnormal normality
and even once onset the reality
of my eggs mortality I hope not 2 apply
the fallacy of desperation deterring
my mentality, I challenge me
2 stick 2 my guns and it's coo
2 fire off a few
havin some fun
jus don't bake no unnecessary buns
cuz errybody knows a lone biscuit does
not a meal make:)
hard 2 swallow but necessary 2 take:)
and even though i'm being real
I doubt anyone could feel the
still waters that run deep in my veins
but u'll rarely hear me complain cuz
logic is all that keeps me sane
though i can c u think i'm spacin
cuz I would rather lose them
in ovulation than 2 bear them
in angry spiteful obligation waitin
4 them 2 get tall enuff 2 b hatin me back
just thinkin about it bought a tear 2 my soul:*)
i like 2 think of myself as a work in progress
that is progressively getting worse for wear
and starting not to care
but holding on to the glint
of optimism still there with a shaky hand
and an earnest prayer while
my inner demons dance around daring me
to just let go
and as tempting as it is
I still manage to smile and say
to b continued . . .

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