Conversations Over-grown Situations That plateau Habitations
I saw you... You saw me I saw you Then God was born Helen
It’s all just tender expressions Spender of cash On dreadful obsessions Sender of trashed Vocal confessions
Back in the day Before I knew The way I would have gotten mad At what you
My dreams sit on the wall. It helps them not to fall. Through the cracks in my head. I want this but that comes instead… I am how I am.
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
What is skin? Does it hold the soul in? So we can be forgiven? Yeah, race doesn’t matter. Oh it does?!
My vernacular is Far from spectacular. In my arrangement I’ll never change it. But I’m always after her,
Can start with Difference Everything, you go with Same Do gets This but What remains.... Truth, do not wait
Just got off work. It’s raining, pretty cloudy. About to go bizirric Unless I blow some loudie.
Treatments are not the same In a crowd full of people Achievements to blame Make us unequal So just go with your words
Can we grasp a feeling Thrown so carelessly? As we take our seats Beneath the thinking tree. Looking at it all
If it’s wanted then you can’t lack It was haunted then grew back So I flaunt it to dream I can ena… Dropping words without facts But somehow I feel and simple and…
If the sky is the limit And you have no fear Failure will give it To you in the rear So just go with what you got
In the worst time I always loose focus All these great lines How do I show this Can you rewind