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To you it seems like a weird party
When happiness hits you, it’s magic Two worlds colliding, what could be better No need for music, just some beautiful color Soft light piercing the darkness, Just enough to know it’s there Not enough to take the beauty of the dark away.
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This world is my world
It’s nun’ but I have to get out I hate this color and I miss my mother I need my son and have to help my brother This mimic will not be continued Or stifled with time I will explode but never erode And the pictures from the past won’t last Tarnished steel or broken glass But shining bright light polished brass POETIC It may look funny but I'm just trying to make a wish, I'm rubbing this lamp that looks like a flying fish or it may be a wind chime on the Top of a roof whenever the genie pops out of this bitch I'm wishing for some loot. And I hope the genie is fine too, so I can see if I can mash some change on her and make it do what it do. So I'm going to keep rubbing until she shoot through, wouldn't you?
Kaleidoscope vision, will perplex your basic intuition…
Look’n a painting that is twisted will only have You guessing, like, “What is it that I’m missing?” But some things just aren’t to be figured out. Who says you can’t find happiness in catastrophy
By the time this music is over, Half the city’s going to think I did this The song will no longer be remembered Really what no one will ever know I did start this. Shouldn’t have been caught cheating Hold up stop, pain and separation for the hatian cops
Lil spaces, colored faces, orange letter, and black top The protection for the direction it requires Meditation but who gon’ shop This piece is from overseas But please, just breathe Dancin dancin dancin dancin machine, Mike doing
The Billie Jean, whie glove on, glitter on it it’s Ole so clean, balloons dropping like confetti, This lady naked walking away her body saying she Is ready. I always feel like somebody watching me, Changing the song like she should be changing the Scene. Room all alone no fans, no microphone, Mike’s gone. The King of Pop’s gone. IDK who, IDK what, and I definitely don’t know where…
But I thought that police want to protect and serve, So why these clowns over here looking like they’re scared? If you were just a bit smaller
You would have fit perfectly through the door Now I am forced to enjoy you Enjoy your beauty right before the storm Still not sure why I bought you But there is one thing for certain Tomorrow I will be out here again As long as we both can weather the storm. When you look at somethin’ do you see what it is or what it can be
A lil critiquing fine tuning to bring out its true beauty So I ask her When you look in the mirror Do you see what the world see or are you tryin to get the world to see what you see And as you recognize they lies and get hip to yo fate that you great Are you surprised that these simple people hate See some have an eye for the end result but because of they faults they try to keep the world in the dark That stankin thankin say I ain't gone accept them to be better than me That’s why snitchin’ at an all time high and the whole world gone be blind because they still believe it’s an eye for an eye But anywho I was never good at going from A to Z Hell I got a hard enough time going from A to B without combining the letters for Bae and Be But that just me going beyond what others can not see They closed minded thinking and impossibilities See I pink ain't nothin but baby red And that baby gone only grow based off of what that baby get feed Mind, Body and Soul It all start with that baby head And if she ever gon’ be Queen it’s gon’ begin with the princesses in dat baby bed POETIC! |
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