Standing at the entryway...
Waiting for the next calm...

She can't love me
Cause...

The Day St.Gabriel
blows his horn...

I killed her with kindness
it started simply with the opening of doors...

Can you not see that we are sinking
from the argument we had last night...

I know why you allow them to depict you that way...
And every time I turn on BET, there you go...

The day my muse walked out was
not unlike any other...

God bless the ghetto
And souls on these streets...

She told me that she had to go
and leave she did that very night...

The wars of my fathers father,
kills in my sons battlefields...

The Backdraft of your Entrapment caused a
Titanic Apocalypse...

He said that he was 30 yrs old
but a thirty year old men...