My past is unknown and my presents looking hazy cause my heads full of ideas that are making me seam crazy. I try to wander in my mind but someone has me at the wrists so I reach out with my hands to see if the world exists. As I feel around the world with painted finger tips I grab onto the softness of a girlies sharply hips. Then put them next to mine to get a close inspection just to see if the two can make a good connection. If the connection is good sometimes it moves up to my heart then a long line of relationship is just about to start. If the relationship is strong it can generate some power then at a drop of a hat it can turn completely sour. But I'm going to try real hard to have the right behavior to make things turn out best I'm going to give my smarts a go by learning from my past and using the things I know. This new connection is something I will make elite. I'll keep us away from sour and make sure that things are sweet. I'll hold my breath and dive in face first so we can share the feelings me and you thirst. Well I'm not sure what you want but I'm sure what I do. It's the smile that you flaunt that makes me crave you. And tell everyone that I want to be hers when I see my reflection in your peepers. I will open your head just to see how it ticks so I know what you like from movies to flicks. Then take you out and treat you like a star and show the world just how lovely you are. And when I say star I don't mean like the guy that you see on tv but the stars in the sky.
When I was real young and only wee high
I'd shiver and shake when the sun left the sky
And the moon would come out with a terrible grin
Then goblins and ghouls and men who liked to sin
Would come out from their hiding and start to roam
But I would be safe tucked away in my home
And close to the woman to whom I was born
Nothing in the world was greater then this
There I was happy with childish bliss.
When I grew a bit older and a tad bit taller
The world around me began to grow smaller
No longer concerned about the bump in the night
I noticed something new that made me feel right
I never before had a feeling like this
To see a cute girl and wanting a kiss
Pulling away from my mom and childish stuff
If I wanted a girl I had to be tuff
My mom and I were not on the same page
There I was bitter with teenage rage.
Then after my voice changed and a few years had past
I was giving a car, now I could drive fast
I was set free to skip out of class
As long as I had a job so I could buy gas
But I burnt all my fuel driving to and from work
Having a car it seams has a terrible perk
But having a car meant I was free to roam
And spend most of time far away from home
I had no idea how this would make them feel
There I was free with an automobile.
Then I started to protest and define who I was
I could make my own decisions because
I was no longer that child that my mom once held
I was an adult so it's time I rebelled
Give me a beer and I'll stay out all night
This was my choice and my choice is right
I'd scuffed at the idea of staying at home
Cause if I stayed at home then I would be alone
Now was the time to show the world I was me
There I stood rebellious and free.
Then I would party more then just weekends
It made life seem easy and made me more friends
So give me more booze and an eighth in a sack
And why have a girlfriend, she'll just hold me back
Besides, every weekend I could just get a new one
There would be a new girl once this one was done
Then I'd pop a pill cause that made me happy
And forget about life and all that was crappy
For every minute I'd enjoy my youth
There I forgot to recognize the truth.
Then it hit me, I was alone
The people who loved me, I left at home
Those that I knew only wanted to drink
Blasphemy to them is to actually think
The only thing they know is how to get high
If I was a man I must let this pass by
I need to be with people who care
I want my own home so I know they will be there
So when I die I must know what life meant
And I'll always think back of when I was innocent.
Don't giggle at that smell kids
It's just one of life's perks
Everybody farts
It's just how the body works.
Some play to make money
Some play to kill time
Some play to turn heads
I play to change minds
I hope to open hearts and maybe open eyes
If it's others music that's heard my play will open thighs
I don't do it for the money and I don't do it for the pride
I love to know the feeling that is mushing deep inside
Of your body and your soul and all that's in between
For the sound that we hear and the beauty that is seen
Some get the gift of art and some get the gift of gab
And some die never knowing about the gifts that they had
Which is sad and depressing to know they lost a chance
At a beauty which is sweet as your very first romance
We are how we're made
And think how were timed
But can't take it back
Even if we change our mind
We can be so consumed by the ugly that will drown us
That we easily mistake all the beauty that surrounds us
For every day objects that we might take for granite
In a worthless life even if we didn't plan it
Deep inside our body's lives a tiny little spirit
And if you don't listen close you can hardly even hear it.
Quickness with q tips
making me inquisitive
surrounded by kings and queens
query me about where I live
I quiver from the cold
frothy like a root beer float
quietly out on a quest
queers quiz me on my quote
from quakers and their questionnaires
the queen questions me about the law
powered by a quartz battery
a quandary quake leaves them in awe
I pay for quilts with five quid
that qualities are quite like the french
quarters quirk of quackery
and quincy took a quart to quench
Things have turned into askew
after we had drank our brew
to the bottom of my can
while sitting on the divan
tell me drinking is evil
shortly after I'll forget
to stop playing kings cup games
to the floor is where I'll hit
to much intoxication
from all my jubilation
with a cheer our cans will knock
the bathroom door I will lock
citrus, sour or with mocha
as long as its not nasty
make my drink a tall order
this sentence must end with p
some strait shots make me quiver
I drink schnapps like a river
when I'm sober I am shy
get me drunk I'll lose my tie
my vision becomes unreal
as I'm stuck into a vex
I can't get behind the wheel
anyone turns triple x
I would love to drink with you
this party could be a zoo.
Montana's the can that I hold divine
praised for it's colors and perfect design
low pressured body to keep my lines strait
the fills are smooth to help me create
feels good on my hands as the greatest friend
this is ambrosia strait out of heaven
all different caps for my bag of tricks
when I lay my line on your wall of bricks
Montana will paint like mercedes will drive
except this tool makes things come alive
the pocket, the terror, the spider and hardcore
writer team colors for when your at war
written on the side is their guarantee
that it contains paint of prime consistency
the hip hop shop is who I go through
a warm carmel red or rich navy blue
a new era of paint and tech has begun
I won't stop using till their works outdone.