My hearts ablaze
My lungs alight...
While we driving cars
And rocking big gold chains around our necks...
Cowards are those people who pick fights with...
They hit, scream and curse people who are weak...
As I split the curtain,
As light spills in...
In the valley of maroon pearls,
Nature sings with perfect pitch...
By The Grace Of God:
By the grace of God...
The pressure is mounting.
Everyone looks the same...
I blinked and the world changed
nothing felt right...
The world around me black and white,
While Im the only shade of grey...
Yet in the lasts' breath to pray
Closets' closed doors impend, in them I see a play...
Put on make-up, so they won't see your face,
Train a lot, and fake the grace...
Many people spend most of their lives trying to...
**this is more of a statement than a poem...