Poetry On Bars

Poetry On Bars Floetry in motion

profane speak but still have glass toastin

she never bee the last lass chosen

always cause a commotion

pray they never see ya beauty pray they never find you open

ya eyes are my ocean

your voice is my potion

you light wont but know it

love hard wit scars open

see mars off bars golden

like the medals you deserve

negative wont hear a word

its that beauty and the beast shit

lady in the streets shit

lying if i said she aint everything i need kid

beneath it you find nothing, my defences depleated

relentless the effort needed

heart cold but never stop beating

need a queen to win

well with you im not defeated

you prolly think im off it

but lots of stuff from way back when what really cause it

feelings see nothing but coffins

but put my ill wishes in a box

and then i lost it

plat close to the chest

playin like thats what cost him