I got frostbite last night, By my lady, She told me, If it ain’t about love, She don’t want to hear it, She demanded and commanded, Wave her hand at me, As if she had a ward, All I knew was, In the end, I was turned on, I was frozen, I was cold, Bolder than ever before, For she is my queen, Ebony, She deserves everything she needs, So I committed, I respect, I will do whatever it is, She desires, For she may have sounded coldhearted, For what she asked for and required, But her communication clear, It was sold.
I know who they claim to be,
But who are they?
Let me ask one more time,
Let’s see if the answer is clear as day,
It’s getting kind of foggy,
A smog has appeared in the air,
With a wave of my hands to fan off the dust,
Disappear they did as if they were ghosts.
Listen to me,
I have words to share,
Open up your ears,
I got something for you to hear,
Do you care about today?
Where does your opinions lie?
I wish for your everything,
Think of your future, let go out your past.
Going through my trophy cases,
I see the fancy faces of people who have done great,
They ate good in the glory they created,
And I say to myself,
Where is my face?
I should be the idol that people raise when they accomplish great strides,
I should be the in that car in spirit when they go out for that ride,
The victory lap,
Honking your horn so the world can hear,
I want to be there,
I want to be the face in everyone’s trophy case.
The day I had to tell her good bye,
Is the day I almost died,
I cried endlessly,
Until the flow of tears ceased,
I feel to my knees,
Trying to get up,
But I can’t,
The pass is the pass,
Another cup filled,
Another cup drank,
Sorrow filled my everything,
Because she was just that,
So like leaves fallen from a tree,
I rake away the memories,
Setting them aside,
Filled in bags,
I lie there staring,
Doubting my decision,
But needing to shake my fear,
I pray for strength,
Letting her go, took everything.