love songs no more

a pen and a notebook, with a beat and a nice hook, relay on the track, but

my thoughts not on track cause i stay lost and i'm hopeless

 

like a fiend that's left dope less, maybe i should rap less maybe i should talk

less maybe i should stop this maybe i should protest maybe i should speak

out maybe blend in maybe i should stomp out or should I defend cause this

is a free world but like a prison i feel chained now blind with the prism of

misconceptions and reflections and possessions and my blessings and now

i loose me just to find things that end up leaving breathless and frustration

running reel deep like a blue sea and a heart beat i pump up just be free

and i slaved in and i push out but now been raving about my big mouth and

im slaving on these long lines and im laying on my own time and I speak

this and I say that and i do this and i stay mad and is stunt this and i stunt that

but loving is sometimes fading im out not out of the gate im just out of the

game cause while hating still on you and speacking facts keeping truth

and leaving you,im leaving youth messed with that fruit cause i can't refrain

only to find out it was ripe with pain