Did you ever have romantic epic?
Her skin half Indian and Arabic
Did you ever feel that life was tragic?
Once I kissed here flesh then all tuned magic
I wish I could be with here as the dawn brakes
Kiss her lips as the pinkness overtakes the sky
Hold her tightly here, while we are both awake
Whip her tears if she would ever cry
The heat two bodies make
It’s so insightful
I kiss her brow and overtake the night
I touch her olive skin
Its all so wonderful as we both stare into each other eyes
I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
Imagine as I take you back to 85
A young girl starving
How I cried?
My daddy and my mommy had me orphaned
I sometimes wish that I were an abortion I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
And so the sorry goes you know the rest
At least you think you do when you’re looking at my breast
Imagine copping with your youth when hunger
Your pretty, but you haven’t got a penny
It’s almost a life sentence to this style
Even though you tell yourself it’s for a while
So I’m not doing this just to have plenty
I’m just doing it so my stomach won’t be empty
I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
You look at me
How I cope. Its insane
I just know I can’t be hungry again
Like when you call me you know my name
But the truth is you don’t know a thing
I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
Imagine as I take you back to 85
A young girl starving
How I cried?
My daddy and my mommy had me orphaned
I sometimes wish that I were an abortion I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
And so the sorry goes you know the rest
At least you think you do when you’re looking at my breast
Imagine copping with your youth when hunger
Your pretty, but you haven’t got a penny
It’s almost a life sentence to this style
Even though you tell yourself it’s for a while
So I’m not doing this just to have plenty
I’m just doing it so my stomach won’t be empty
I swear I’ll fake lust with my bust
I’ll even suck I dick if I must
I need the might dollar and in that God I trust
But I’m not doing it for the dust
You look at me
How I cope. Its insane
I just know I can’t be hungry again
Like when you call me you know my name
But the truth is you don’t know a thing
I’m stuck on this again
It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend
Love
Marriage
Victim of hast and fear since baby carriage
Hate
Disdain
A mask, a mirror to hide the pain
Thirteen or thirty
Though what’s the use?
We are searching perpetually for the truth
Then even if it’s presented we’d be confused
Truth against trend, it’s just obtuse
I’m stuck on this again
It’s funny how life can lift you like a cloud, then down you go my friend
Like a rollercoaster,
Where’s my coaster for this drink again?
