It’s a hustle Being yourself, requires muscle One hand‘s holding you up, whilst the others got a shovel Just, digging your way through the noise of their “no’s” When they say you can’t do it just cause they think so But it’s a vision Not every lens has your prescription If you see yourself clearly you can see what they’ve been missing The way you live your life doesn’t require their permission And if it did they wouldn’t pay admission Whipping out opinions, fast facts sharp q

Our first meeting was a coffee, second time we had a walk Not seen a wine nor have I dined, I wouldn’t mind but we don’t talk.  Is this how you treat your women or do I get special treatment?  Are they all as disappointed 3 weeks after you first meet them?  What is it here that seems to get you triggered?  Is it me or is it you? Can’t do the math to get the figures.  If I seemed like I lost interest then I bet you’d reconsider.  I’m not sure that you're my vibe, toeing the li

But it’s not though is it? When you say it you’re indifferent  When you say it you don’t mean it meaning that you’ve been ambivalent  It’s a cycle full of lies In a bag full of tricks Amongst a story that you tell Tall tales & full of it - It’s tokenistic. It's so discrete you could’ve missed it 6 degrees of separation from the truth if you can listen. But he tends to be descriptive, he deflects from what you witness You can’t be so blinded you’ll be binded to his tunnelled v

Tastes like chocolate Looks like roses Seems like romance Feels like - Loving you Loving you Loving you. Kisses in the morning You're the first light on my face I'm growing in your arms I bloom where I'm planted That crazy mouth of yours Curvature, work of her art I'm growing in your arms I bloom where I'm planted Softness of your skin Hair against my back Finger tips down the crack - of my spine In these sheets I sleep I don't peep Here you keep Me close, & warm, and good .

Oh I’m tight, I'm stingy sometimes The way that I dress I can look dingy sometimes The way I live my life, it’s cringey at times My emotionality can often be, a little bit bingey, you’re right. I don’t know that I know I do it These contradictions of mine  I don’t know that there’s a role I have  Actively inside my mind When I’m acting in a certain way it misses me - straight lines I swerve and cross another road, oncoming traffic but I’m blind And yet I get away with it - it

I’m big I’m bold I’m loud and I am beautiful the way my spirit sings I’m proud and I’m immutable .  performance, work rate, how I move is indisputable. I let my voice take the reigns, then I’m irrefutable - Yes - that’s the extroversion in me, the need to share the way I’m feeling that’s the person in me.  The way I like my words large, that’s my uni degrees ( near 3) The lyrics ? That’s the human in me. I’m a confident summer, but here’s a seasonal interval  Not been