You could tell it was her first time
The way that she rhymed, ended each line
Bendin' the vibe on the black divide
I knew why she cried.
Cuz she died inside with each breath
Bringing back to life emotions that need rest
She's blessed, but shed rather take a recess
Being a poet, she didnt know that there would be stress
She guessed, but now her surety failed her
As if the words mutiny and scrutiny ailed her
Paled, her loss of breath made me hail her
Distorted laughs alongst the feelings that assailed her
And then,
With no notes, she sang' what she wrote,
Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped
Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes
Looked in my direction, my reflection on her nose
Those who heard through the applause heard her speach
To a boy she didnt know, but gave her somethin' to preach
"Whats your name" she mouthed, clouded, she beseeched
I never told her; Nameless souls are always best to teach.
I'm feeling it "Big Daddy" :wink: :lol:
"With no notes, she sang' what she wrote,
Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped
Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes"
that's my part right there
u shoulda aimed the grape at his tongue. I bet u wouldn't have missed :lol:
And what else u ova there talkin about "throwin"? Gal, don't make me get my belt! Yeah...we might need to go halo shoppin for u missy. Maybe even for me too...mine is gettin a lil dull...it's still there tho ! Aint that right Tres?
stayin' up all night wondering when she gone come home/feelin' like you been left in a world all on your own/she's got this sickness in her and you cant figure it out/how she got so addicted, and how this came about/when she started this habit you were just so long/so it was hard for you to understand how far she was strung/but as you get older, you get used to being a motherless child/on the inside your torn, while outiside you wear a fake smile/you got family here and there but no one seems to understand/after 17 yrs your father understands its time for him to be a man/so you keep going, moving on with your life/and you keep telling yourself that you can do this if you try with all your might/you've been on this journey going mile after mile/but finally you realize your nothing but another "broken child"
You could tell it was her first time
The way that she rhymed, ended each line
Bendin' the vibe on the black divide
I knew why she cried.
Cuz she died inside with each breath
Bringing back to life emotions that need rest
She's blessed, but shed rather take a recess
Being a poet, she didnt know that there would be stress
She guessed, but now her surety failed her
As if the words mutiny and scrutiny ailed her
Paled, her loss of breath made me hail her
Distorted laughs alongst the feelings that assailed her
And then,
With no notes, she sang' what she wrote,
Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped
Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes
Looked in my direction, my reflection on her nose
Those who heard through the applause heard her speach
To a boy she didnt know, but gave her somethin' to preach
"Whats your name" she mouthed, clouded, she beseeched
I never told her; Nameless souls are always best to teach.
You could tell it was her first time
The way that she rhymed, ended each line
Bendin' the vibe on the black divide
I knew why she cried.
Cuz she died inside with each breath
Bringing back to life emotions that need rest
She's blessed, but shed rather take a recess
Being a poet, she didnt know that there would be stress
She guessed, but now her surety failed her
As if the words mutiny and scrutiny ailed her
Paled, her loss of breath made me hail her
Distorted laughs alongst the feelings that assailed her
And then,
With no notes, she sang' what she wrote,
Hook, line, and sink her, boomeranged what she hoped
Letters sent to JAIL and convicted, I took notes
Looked in my direction, my reflection on her nose
Those who heard through the applause heard her speach
To a boy she didnt know, but gave her somethin' to preach
"Whats your name" she mouthed, clouded, she beseeched
I never told her; Nameless souls are always best to teach.
bows to the master once again...how do u do it?
If you live in the south long enough some things just come naturally...like booties n rhymin...
Oh, and Kenya...yeah, your halo needs a tune up but youre aight.
