Song Of The Week!
Mattie kills On Way To Heaven!
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
An Experienced Rhyme
Be careful who you let in
Be careful to whom you share
A lot you'll have before you start
Yet finished you'll be bare
Empty of the newness of a true lovers touch
Empty of the feelings that made you give so much
Don’t let in the first one the one that makes you smile
Test them; critique them, for a little while.
See if their body backs up what they say
See if they show love, not just nights, but also days
Let in the one true lover, that in your heart, seems to linger
Then commit the love to the one who shows love on their finger
This entrance is a door that can never be closed
So open cautiously and righteously
Otherwise regret will show
Be careful to whom you share
A lot you'll have before you start
Yet finished you'll be bare
Empty of the newness of a true lovers touch
Empty of the feelings that made you give so much
Don’t let in the first one the one that makes you smile
Test them; critique them, for a little while.
See if their body backs up what they say
See if they show love, not just nights, but also days
Let in the one true lover, that in your heart, seems to linger
Then commit the love to the one who shows love on their finger
This entrance is a door that can never be closed
So open cautiously and righteously
Otherwise regret will show
Is it really hard to write to us?
But see they dont go to the movies man.
They dont go looking foward to a good cry
They don't love passionately and desperately
and then wonder why
Man! They dont - ha ha- they don't carry a diary
A list of love letters in their wallets just for her
And they dont prepare a smile for lifes miserables
When dreams have deffered.
They dont bare the symbol of life
They don't sacrifice for 9 months
But dont they give just as hard
In different ways just as much?
Dont they make up the other fifty
Dont they match to faithfulness
Arent they giving arent they caring
arent they important?
YES
So how is it we get mor men cater to womens need
In movies, in songs, they often supercede
WHy is it that a man can write about a womans diary
and in all of almost two hours
never be included in this mans remedy
Why are women loosed before the men
We were the head n not the tail
Ok, I gotta stop cause I aint rhymin like I want, n the emotions arent finding the speed to type and it aint no emoticons on here to replace the thoughts lol
Bruthas need help too...
But see they dont go to the movies man.
They dont go looking foward to a good cry
They don't love passionately and desperately
and then wonder why
Man! They dont - ha ha- they don't carry a diary
A list of love letters in their wallets just for her
And they dont prepare a smile for lifes miserables
When dreams have deffered.
They dont bare the symbol of life
They don't sacrifice for 9 months
But dont they give just as hard
In different ways just as much?
Dont they make up the other fifty
Dont they match to faithfulness
Arent they giving arent they caring
arent they important?
YES
So how is it we get mor men cater to womens need
In movies, in songs, they often supercede
WHy is it that a man can write about a womans diary
and in all of almost two hours
never be included in this mans remedy
Why are women loosed before the men
We were the head n not the tail
Ok, I gotta stop cause I aint rhymin like I want, n the emotions arent finding the speed to type and it aint no emoticons on here to replace the thoughts lol
Bruthas need help too...
Friday, April 21, 2006
He Lives, He Writes, He Lives
He didn't write as much,
I guess he didnt have much to say
And he firgured, what he'd say
didnt matter anyway
But he lived, he wrote, and he lived
Some one told him - once he grows a bit older
His pen would become more worn.
& with instensity, passion, emotion
on every line new lyrics were born
And so he lived, he wrote, and he lived
As the years claimed his youth, his loves remained the same
And it took him the hardest to adjust that
each love would cause the same pain.
Simling and shinning for someone elses good
Giving and protecting doing what he thought he should
Paving ways for the underdog & encouraged others too
But No one ever knew what he was going through
Yet he lived, He wrote, and He lived
He didnt protect himself, always ready for stability
yet his imaginations scariest happening
Became his own reality
YET almost every victory belongs to him
Because in his world his mind always wins.
But every morning shows his smile as though it never has begun
Because he consists of this one thing
Believe in all, Trust in Few, & Depend on None
And I keep living, and I keep Writting, and I keep living
-lamarr (mmadluv7)
I guess he didnt have much to say
And he firgured, what he'd say
didnt matter anyway
But he lived, he wrote, and he lived
Some one told him - once he grows a bit older
His pen would become more worn.
& with instensity, passion, emotion
on every line new lyrics were born
And so he lived, he wrote, and he lived
As the years claimed his youth, his loves remained the same
And it took him the hardest to adjust that
each love would cause the same pain.
Simling and shinning for someone elses good
Giving and protecting doing what he thought he should
Paving ways for the underdog & encouraged others too
But No one ever knew what he was going through
Yet he lived, He wrote, and He lived
He didnt protect himself, always ready for stability
yet his imaginations scariest happening
Became his own reality
YET almost every victory belongs to him
Because in his world his mind always wins.
But every morning shows his smile as though it never has begun
Because he consists of this one thing
Believe in all, Trust in Few, & Depend on None
And I keep living, and I keep Writting, and I keep living
-lamarr (mmadluv7)
Monday, April 17, 2006
These Things
Well, of course this is just an intro of the great things to come, hopefully Ill get a chance to edit it and make what Im writting more better- lol
