say 'Cause all I really, all I really want is everything you're not Never gonna break my heart again Never gonna see your face again Never wanna feel this way again Your darkness
heart I've seen 'em, come and I've seen 'em part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark Suffer,
can make the sun shine Color in a rainbow, or use black and white Open up your eyes and your imagination Come on let's write a song, a little poetry
In one moment I'm goin' all the way I make my poetry everyday And I'm frozen comin' right on time I froze my mind with that serious rhyme And I'm open
A winter's day, in a deep and dark December I am alone, gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow I am a rock
Sal I know you're trying to protect me Searching for another truth With your language and your poetry From my ignorance and youth Hey I did not come
{"Testify!"} [Styles P:] Time I testify, listen Why Malcolm get killed by the N.O.I.? I'm yellow but I'm dark for real And why nobody flip when
just to get through And try and figure out how to get you Acoustic guitar just for you in the car Walks in the park had you home before dark Poetry readings
By the time you get this message I will be behind the wheel Watchin' dotted yellow hexagrams Stretch into the dark Left hand surfin' on iced tinged winds
' gangsta now Discipline the only way to bring some kinda change around Chain cirgarette smokin' with bad nerves And brothas with bad lungs from smokin' mad herb Whoever in the dark
check the flow If you know like I know then you know the motto That's all the fake shit got to go In the glow of the moon, over the melancholy metro My poetry
've seen em come and i've seen em part If you ain't want beef then why did you start? Front from the light catch shots after dark suffer duck or you
easy I heard you fags wanna catch me off guard Put Tecks to my heart, the death of Escobar Under your breath, whispers in the dark I hear it 'cause
see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-
, once sport in the dark Co-co-corner, black as a goner Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah I spit dynamite ignite, turn off lights Recite spit poetry
colors of the sunset with her fingers on my teepee Likes cold, cold wine, cradled in the evening sky Drinks in the deep dark reds of romance and poetry
Turning me into the light Time dancers whirling past I gaze through the looking glass And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven Sacred geometry Where movement is poetry
