The Future EYE

I try to think of a future, I really do, but when I think of you I turn to poo.

I think to myself..."Could this shit be true?" What is this thing called love?

I look to you as a dove!

 

You truly take my breath away, but at the same time burn me in the depths

of Hell.

 

But one thing's for sure I need to realEYES you have your probs, I have mine

and we'ed probably go great together.

 

My name's not Nate, or Joes, you sily hoe, it's fucking Special Kaye, BITCH

and don't you forget it. I bet you already knew that shit, because like me

you were there too.

 

 

DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! I'M THE FUCKING MAN!!!!!

 

So much ANGER and so much RAGE, LET MET OUT OF THIS FUCKING

CAGE already so we can fly together.... You and I baby can fly so high, to the

fucking sky hater's wouldn't be able to see what we've got.

 

We smoke pot, sleep alot... and sleep in the proverbial cot called LIFE.

WHY CAN'T YOU BE MY WIFE?????

 

My head's in a twirl, I think I'm about to hurl...... NO that shit shows weakness

and I'm not the bleakest when it comes to emotion. Y'all say it's a

commotion, but to me it's LOVE. So before I end this shit let me get a hit

of nicotine so I can get into my zone...... and not hear you moan.