For the repracutions...
from the concequnces...
im tellin the truth...
like a bum askin fa a penny in a phone booth...
ill take u back 2 ya roots...
wether its baggy pants...
or ya cowboy boots...
i'm the realist...
who ever spoke 2 u...
now listen close as i let loose..
many know love...
but few posses it...
when its close its hard ta keep...
u grow restless...
but when its gone u lose sleep...
its like a hart outta tha body, its chestless...make ya mind weak...
its not complete...now let me contemplate....a perfect life...
with peace and love by ma side...
now this might not be tha deepest...poem 2 recite...
but its got enough to open ya eyes...now rewind time...
think about that first love that u never thought u would find...
theres always hope too...
if i can find it so can u...
