My finger dance over the page As my soul goes into my feet Her smile is like candy Oh so so sweet My friends tell me the truth
Work hard to Love her and Yourself Don’t be concerned With every body else
Treatments are not the same In a crowd full of people Achievements to blame Make us unequal So just go with your words
You’re one of my best friends An amazing person But not good enough Again and again My heart’s worst end
Everyone is less optimistic Truth is far from simplistic The essence of can’t gets it But then she paid me a visit Made me look at
Huhges questioned A dream deferred I read it Then my dream occurred Just do
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
When our lips touched hers and min… I got a tangling sensation Up my spine As my hands move south I cup her breasts
I’m in a spiral into ambition And nothing is viral Unless the condition Dances awhile And has a mission
I am the paper inked And I am the paper I am the thoughts that think And I am the thinker I am the final drink
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
Most of the time hard work goes unnoticed. But in the mind I must stay focused. It’s yours, not mine
The grass is green and overgrown The sound machine is Out of tone It’s hard in this world Alone
Northerns saaaaay so-duh pop! Southerners saaaaay Damn! It’s hot!
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
