I'm just a puppet,
in your show...

Pull my strings,
and lets go...

I can say,
the things u wanta hear...

I can say,
hey lets play...

I can be your smile,
I can be ur laugh...

But we will always know,
that im the one in control..

I set the tone,
and u set the mood...

Is it the things we do...
Or is it because i love u...

Termoil and comotion,
what's the right potion...

Love or hate,
what makes it great...

As my mind,
fades away from the day...

And the night sets in,
diffetent things will soon begin...

A splash of water,
to clean the skin....

A bite to eat,
before i begin my feat...

I'll comb my hair,
so girls beware...

I'll hop in my car,
no need to go far....

A ******* around the block,
that's right were I'll stop...

My favorite stipper,
Cinnamon beware....

A gorgeous black girl,
man i swear...

The color of her skin,
gives her her name...

A body so fine,
she needs to be all mine...

With a sent of Jasmine,
is what keeps me swearing...

I love her so,
will she be mine...

The one thing i know,
it will take money and time...

I’ll make you feel the heat of my blood,
but only when I feel yours
in my tongue.

I still hold
     untold scars
but
     I still smile
when I see your face

To trust
to believe
that which
isn't
      there
When the storm closes
its eye around
             you
There is no way out
but trust
   to a hope
that it's not
the end
just a road you take
to get to
         the peace
you desperately hope
              and believe in

1764

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
  The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
  At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—
  That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
  Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
  That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
  Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
  And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
  Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
  As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
  So dangerously near.