The 617 now apart of me...

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Love Struck

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Lovely Day

Bleed for you.
Out of breath, I'll breathe for you.
Sun get to bright I'll be the shade for you.
No more problems cause I'm your solution. Learn from me I'll be your institution.
Our love is in the air, no more pollution.
You and I alone can be the green team. Out due the pain and negativity. Hustle for the love we're the new dream team.
They call you your highness my queen.
They say divide and conquer.
but You and I we unite and foster.
And to the fatherless daughters, I hope you remember the club every night won't get you to the alter.
The creeping while he's sleeping clearly isn't that wise. Cause it's facts that love is patient and love is kind. Virtues that should be practiced world wide. So do me a favor and look your spouse, child and neighbors in the eye, let them know it's all love and let the hate go with the tide.
I pray one day for that lovely day. Lord please in your name I pray.. for that lovely day.

Remorse

It's like oh ten at my brother's crib and I'm in love with Caiti.

And I still care cause I wouldn't mind getting to call her baby.

Yeah, I know this might sound crazy and I need to move forward.

But lately,  I've been craving more. 

And what we had was cut short and I felt all the remorse.

Maybe I'm looking for more potential. 

Or someone with more credentials. 

Is it too cliche to say I still think of what could have been?

I always keep it one hundred, never 50 cent. 

But I'm not looking for power. 

Not opening up would make me a coward. 

So when you get this don't let it live in your mind. 

I just wanted to tell you I wondered if you stayed mine. 

 Is it such a crime? 

Who's Choice

Let's get high tonight that's how I should start each of our conversations.
cause without a puff our mental states still get elevated.
its always something new so now whats the situation?
We don't have to play just the tip or know who else we played with.
all the drama we can save it.
Our problems were Goliath but I'm down to be David.
I know what I wanna say I just wish I knew how to say it. So many obstacles just to get through to you.
I'm more Usain Bolt I haven't practiced the hurdles to tell the truth. Eyes on the gold I don't know what else to do. I got a new girl but Im still alone and confused.
Never thought I'd feel this way when I was 22. But Trav just hit me up with some money moves I guess that gave my mood a boost.
Who's choice is it ever to want to lose? Before you answer that don't speak too soon. Cause the split was mutual so I lost one and you lost too.

Shambles

I think I've lost my muse. What's a young black man to do? Im riding round' the city looking for inspiration, but I turn the news on and see segregation. I'm not in the mood for destruction, cause I'd much rather have a luncheon. Unfortunately my life is in shambles. Should I hit the strip and make a big gamble? Should I put my life on the line and go Rambo? To the untrained eye I might seem hostel. But with an untrained mind you'd much rather be at a brothel. Luckily I'm trained in both so I move in silence like my neighbors are sleep. And I cover my moves no one gets a peek. I'm willing to dive but not that deep. If you're willing to climb though tell me how steep. And we can reach the top with hopefully God to meet. I heard it's lonely up there, that's just the thing. At the bottom they just all seem to cling. I need space to think and I'll drop you a rope when I want you near me. We can discuss who matters and why this world is so mean, but until then I'll find a new muse and be discreet