If I told you what I was to think,
Or if I was to ever put it down on ink...

To think highly of what you do,
and to be sure you are the only one that is true...

A Cup
They say liquid has no form but what it lies in...

I give you a book of laws and deeds,
so that the words may grow inside you like seeds...

Please tell me what to do,
in whose words do I know what is true...

I learned from those that were driven with rage,
a passion that set me on a larger stage...

They say Rap bares a hateful soul,
a voice that calls out for all lustful goals...

My blood runs cold with every image of you,
You stole my life and did what you wanted to do...

Please define love,
is it the only gift from above...

What am I if I am not a human being,
for am I just your play thing...

Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay...

Here I sit here again maybe once or twice a day,
grunting and sweating to my dismay...