The color of my thoughts wud have 2 be hunger!
Simply cuz I'm tired of strugglin, havin 2 worry bout how much section 8 gon pay on the rent
N to make sure we have enuff 2 pay the otha half n put a lil food n the fridge
N food 4 thought is
Neva put more on ya plate than u can eat
Too much on my mind I can't sleep...so I smoke
The color of the dollar bill becuz it paint my thoughts a mellow yellow
But sumtimes that's jus too bright so I spread sun tan lotion across my head
Cuz if I let the real color get 2 me it'll be a satan red
That'll dry up 2 be a killer purple
I got a strong mind not meant 2 hurt u
N I was always told 2 dream BIG
But wen dealing wit nightmares a.k.a
REALITY!!
The color of those dreams seem so far away its like thoughts gon missin,
thoughts gon fishin,
thoughts keep pissin...me the fuck off cuz outta these brown eyes I cud see ppls tru colors which is Jealously,
Hate,
Envy,
N all I want is 1 colored thought 2 be happy
But that mission seems 2 be impossible
Esp wen u have a million thoughts around u talkin bout u ain't gon be shit,
U not gon make it,
u don't have it in u...!
Well let me give those my thought menu
See 4 no cost @ all Id serve u 2 middle fingers,
My ass 2 kiss,
And a dessert plate of success
Cuz I refuse 2 see the colored thought of failure
N seen 2 many of my friends locked in silver handcuffs
Put so far beneath us
Their loudest screams cudnt be heard...let alone their thoughts
Leave alone my thoughts they may not conincide with urs but mine too have fought 4 its independence...july 4th
So until my bruised scared thoughts have healed up
Inside this black ink is where they'll be stuck...
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