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The Easy Silence....

9/26/2007

I wrote this lengthy entry on why I was apprehensive about posting certain things to my blog. Probably because I think too much, I over analyze, and I'm constantly concerned with making sure I'm understood... but whatever.

I need all that space to be filled with silence. I'd rather have nothing, than nothing disguised as something.


-Like A Thief In the Night

They say I write like a thief;
take a piece of those men
from my pen to this page
a chronicle remembering all the mistakes I made.

Like that sweat off your brow
taste that sweet from your mouth
I let you go south....
from my pen to this page.

This golden honey smells like spices and sage.
Must be a king or a mage
Cuz he's got me glazed over and swaying to his beat
In this African Ass Heat...
From my pen to this page.

Finding ways not to want him
as he comes and he goes.
And he comes as I leave him
from my pen to this page.

Why shouldn't I be heated
burning red hot embers
As I search to remember
These lies and this game.
As I said your name.
Speak words of the past,
And I said your name
Like my savior's the same, like a thief in the night...
from my pen to this page.

No you're just like the rest
I keep failing my own fucking test.
You speak of that dream shit,
You watch this sun as you sit.
Love your Moms and our signs fit.
Educated and you're hood rich.
Look before you cross the road.
"Bearing this karma shit is too heavy a load.
I'll leave if you want me to go.
Second fiddle's just for them hoes.
When I missed you I was fucking blown..."

Boy get your mind right.
From My pen to This page.
They say I write like a thief.

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