I Write Poetry
Dark Side
Straight savage style screw em then bounce
Never show even the slightest care no not an ounce
They say Flex why you so cold? Ya not old.
But truth be told it's because my capacity to love was stole
By a 5'7'' dark haired fatale
Real slim and her true warmth never revealed her style
Crooked smile soft smoky voice tall and chocolate was how she picked em
Dinner she fixed em, blaow she got another victim
6 months Summer to winter the coldest ever
Now because of that there's no chance of me and somebody forever
Now what I do is hypnotize smile then I slide thru
Cop the math exchange passions then it's bye boo
See I'm just a snake type undercover
How could you even think in ya heart that I really loved ya
You feel victimized, no surprise
Because a fling with no ring at the end is what I strategized
Back to the source a cryin shame whats her name
No matter I guess if you must you got her to blame,
Nothin bad to say about her tho
But she can get the credit that I've become a straight monster without her tho
Only way the curse could end, is if she claimed me, named me
And undid the the spell that really maimed me
But alas wishful thinking like another NY Undercover son
Back to my wicked ways on to another one
If she could see me now she'd be distraught
At the thought, that my heart so shattered
The destruction it wrought
But see I'm cruel as Davy Jones, to shoot you out the Crow's Nest
All because she got my heart locked in a chest.........
Straight savage style screw em then bounce
Never show even the slightest care no not an ounce
They say Flex why you so cold? Ya not old.
But truth be told it's because my capacity to love was stole
By a 5'7'' dark haired fatale
Real slim and her true warmth never revealed her style
Crooked smile soft smoky voice tall and chocolate was how she picked em
Dinner she fixed em, blaow she got another victim
6 months Summer to winter the coldest ever
Now because of that there's no chance of me and somebody forever
Now what I do is hypnotize smile then I slide thru
Cop the math exchange passions then it's bye boo
See I'm just a snake type undercover
How could you even think in ya heart that I really loved ya
You feel victimized, no surprise
Because a fling with no ring at the end is what I strategized
Back to the source a cryin shame whats her name
No matter I guess if you must you got her to blame,
Nothin bad to say about her tho
But she can get the credit that I've become a straight monster without her tho
Only way the curse could end, is if she claimed me, named me
And undid the the spell that really maimed me
But alas wishful thinking like another NY Undercover son
Back to my wicked ways on to another one
If she could see me now she'd be distraught
At the thought, that my heart so shattered
The destruction it wrought
But see I'm cruel as Davy Jones, to shoot you out the Crow's Nest
All because she got my heart locked in a chest.........
31-35, M
