Tuesday, August 12, 2003

Never Be

You don’t want me, it would never work.
I’m not gonna lie, and I tend to flirt
But never cheat and leave you hurt.
Just go on and admit it, I’m not your type.
I’d hold you close, kiss your lips, and treat you right
Listen to your problems and ease your fears through the night.
You can’t date me and I’mma tell you why.
There’s nothing to see when you come to spy,
There’s nothing to catch, cause to you I won’t lie,
And when you call, into your arms I’ll fly.
You want a date filled with TV’s drama.
Cell phone calls from my baby’s momma.
The night ending early, talking about “I’mma call ya”
Yet he says you and yours and his futurama.
IF we were together it’d be a constant battle:
Away from you, I’d be good so your friend can’t tattle,
And on our quite nights alone my phone won’t rattle.
Your used to guys that give you trouble,
They come off one way, then bust your bubble,
Then the relationship comes crashing to rubble,
Soon looking to me, doing a take-double.
But me with you, it wouldn’t last.
I’d be open, telling most my past.
Around my boys never put you on blast.
And we’re together, you’d be first, I’d be last.
You couldn’t take the treatment I’d give to you,
And the nights I’d spend just holding you,
Cause you are the one that keeps my skies blue.

Imagine Me

Imagine yourself a young black male,
Intelligent, athletic,
And an attitude to always prevail.
Five foot seven, nice to look at,
Alright with the ladies,
With a good mind, on top of all that.
Now most people would think his life is great,
Just coast through life, relax,
Enjoy your time here and become your fate.
You can’t imagine the burden I bare,
The stress that pulls at every soul so rare.
The weight of a thousand soldiers
Comes down upon my shoulders.
All the many people who’ve paved my way
Watch me with hope, that I’ll be their pay.
Yet, I didn’t ask to be the hope for the future,
I just did what I do, living my life, my adventure.
Those piercing eyes that watch so close,
Some so I can fail, others so they can boast.
You thought the Trade came tumbling down,
Imagine my anxiety with exam time comes around.
How easy it would be to be like the rest,
Enjoy my time, stop worrying about the test.
But those souls tell me I must succeed,
To continue their fight, to strengthen their breed.
So many eyes fault the “luck” I’ve had,
Waiting for my mistake so they can brag
About how they knew I was never a threat
And they’ll leave me be and soon regret
That I wasn’t playing, and flip the script,

And take their jobs, money, and long vacation trips.