After birth I scream and shout,
I let my vocals blow mommy ears out,
I poo I break things, I even nibble on things,
I wait for daddy to make me fly, wings.
I won’t be happy until my pocket stay nappy with cash,
So much I have to get in the morning and do my dance,
I move to the left, and then to the right, jump in the air,
And let the money rain all the way to the ground,
I need your heart to beat, I need to feel your breath,
I want to see you smile, Just as the day we met,
Our love is forever our dreams are in sync,
You are the world to be, you are all I have left.
Lens flare as seen in a TrendNet TV-IP100, which has a fixed aperture 6mm f/1.8 lens. 1/4″ Sensor. The sun is off the frame to the top-left, but you can see the reflection of the lens in the upper-right of the picture. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The lights, the circles the reflections from inside,
Shortly after every breath, I am free for a brief moment,
As I escape my fears, and lust for the unknown,
Through my eyes alone will I see where I am going.
I think of the sweet chants you use to sing,
It makes me think of how our lives should of been,
Our intimate moments, joy and laughter,
Your voice never escape my ears, for each time I hear, there goes the tears.
Shaking at the knees as I walk out of the bar,
Hand in my pocket shuffling through junk for the keys to my car,
My vision is impaired and don’t think I could even drive,
I just want to get to my car so in a lovely dream I could dive.
I party hard until I am drunk, pulling moves on the dance floor like its a stunt,
Because its my party and I can back it up while being up front,
Mixing me up a nice cocktail, grey goose and ciroc,
The night ended with me wilding, drunk not minding, horny ass, just my luck,
Sir rap a lot Jixi, I spit that hot bars,
The world is going to love the things I do because I am a star,
I am high flying and profiling and wild in the club,
I throw 20s not dollars, then say f it and throw 100s in the club.
English: Langston Hughes, half-length portrait, seated, facing right, with right hand under chin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Running with my fellow slaves I have to be brave, underground railroad survival is my trade,
To reach up north to the masses to preach about things I believe in and ideas from my dream,
The message is so heavy I need to take a knee, hop up on this bus sit up front in the back is no longer where I be,
Now open up your eyes, take flight and write, create a Renaissance, win an oscar, be president and lead.
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