Mind Games

Mind Games

I don't know where to start

when I think about girls.

They're always on my mind.

They have me stuck in my own world.

Dream about them.

Speak about them.

Think about them.

Sooner or later, go crazy about them.

Soft lips, dark hair, and beautiful eyes.

She's walking down my block.

It catches me by surprise.

Trapped with a bunch of boys.

Doing the same routine.

This place is making me insane.

I want the girls to come save me.

Some are psycho, some are superstitious.

I need a Puerto Rican that could cook.

Her rice better be delicious.

They come in different kinds.

Sometimes they stalk.

Don't get them angry, though.

They will turn into the hulk.

Gossip is annoying. Drama is part of their brain.

You should never get them curious.

They love to play mind games.

Doors

Doors

Two doors,

one to heaven,

one to hell.

I'ma tell you why

you shouldn't put

your soul up for sale.

At first it's a good idea right,

popularity and cash

you could change from a nobody

to somebody fast.

Gettin' that money

bein' on TV it's a blast.

But you'll definitely be sick

when you're just an eternally burnin'

pile of ash.

I hear these dudes talkin'

about sellin' their souls

to be rich.

Sounds good except there's

just a little glitch and that's

when you're sittin' in hell for the rest of

your life on fire saying this

is a _itch.

Missing Loved Ones

Missing Loved Ones

We all lost people along the way.

But I, I lost some people really close.

Such as L____ H_____, and my sister out of many.

I used to go visit their graves.

But it makes me wonder.

Who's next.

Would it be someone else I'm close with.

But just who.

The Wall

The Wall

I see a man.

A very dark man.

He is taking what is mine.

He does not belong,

yet he is there.

Why?

We take, but he does not give up.

Is he human?

Surely.

But he is different.

Very.....different.

But the same.

Acceptance?

Acceptance.

I accept him.

Complicated

Complicated

The emotions and thoughts

they are hard to explain

my mind keeps going

and my head is full of pain.

I start getting angry

my words feel like hate

I am getting so confused

I'm falling to my fate.

Why can't I understand

the words that you said

one moment you're alive

then the other, you're dead.

It's hard to stay on track

and keep my mind focused

whenever I give up

I always say I'm hopeless.

Now I look back

and the past is over

but it will get harder

especially when I'm older

The blood gets hot

and the stress increases

I can't seem to get it

it's tearing me to pieces.

Out of all the words created

only one could explain it

excuse my french everyone

but it's so damn complicated.

Depression

Depression

Depression

is an empty hole.

It feels like your heart is gone,

stolen from the depths.

The depths you'll never fully know.

It comes and goes,

finds new ways to torture one's soul.

You try to float away

and go with the flow.

You hope the ones you love

don't decide to follow

down into this pit of sorrow.

If they do, there will be no more fight

and with that there's nothing left to write.

Boy's Daddy

Boy's Daddy

Boy's daddy left without a goodbye

Boy's daddy

left to get high

Boy's daddy

got caught up in his lies

So boy's daddy

was stuck doin 6 to 9

now boy's daddy

busy changing his mind

tryin to figure out a way

to look his son in the eye

and tell the daddy's boy he don't

gotta be shy an he don't

got to run like daddy did

just to get high

Boy's daddy just wants to prove

a whole lot

So he's hoppin daddy's boy won't remember

a whole lot...

Daddy's Boy

Daddy's Boy

Daddy's Boy small, cute, and wobbly.

Daddy's Boy fragile, and smiles at

everybody.

Daddy's Boy only wants daddy to be

proud of him.

Daddy's Boy knows daddy can't live

without him.

So Daddy's Boy knows daddy will be

around for 'em.

But Boy's daddy never got around to him....

That's why this story has

another round to it.

So stick around to hear part 2

of it – “Boy's Daddy”.

Talk is Cheap

Talk is Cheap

Dudes run they mouth

because they think I'm sweet.

Talk is cheap.

Dudes wanna be gangsta.

Man talk is cheap.

Dudes act on Facebook

but see me in the streets.

Talk is cheap.

Dudes ain't got they priorities

straight when he talk he

weak.

Dudes showin off for females but

when they bark he squeak.

His talk is cheap.

Dudes think they tough until

they talk get beat.

Dudes think that's what's up

Just talkin for free. They never

put it in action. So his talk is cheap.

He want attention but can't even

walk and speak.

His talk is cheap.

Main reason why talk is cheap

because dudes is broke so

they try to sell it on the streets.

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

Today is filled with anger

fueled with hidden hate

scared of being outcast

afraid of common fate.

Today is filled with rage

violence in the air

children bred with ruthlessness

because no one at home cares.

Tonight is built on tragedies

which no one wants to face

nightmare to humanities

and morally disgraced.

Tonight I lay my head down

but the pressure never stops

gnawing at my sanity

content when I am dropped.

Tomorrow I see change

a chance to build anew

built on spirit intent of heart

and ideals based on truth.