Mr. Unknown

How do you father a father, when he's more like a son
He played more of a boy when a Mufasa is what I want
I grew into myself, without impressions on what he is
Pity that his own father begged me to see how he lived.
Abandoned and reformed to give hope to a man
I don't faultier my father actions
Shit he did what he did
Now as I face the music as I grow
And my wishes for him to be a father are no more
Sad to say it what it is
C'est la vie to Mr. Unknown.

Falling into a Happy Matrimony

Take a journey in to my heart, and let you see whats to be remained
Pages that have yet been written
Yearning for someone to ink there name.

Clear in my decisions to open myself, but still to afraid
I place a wall between you and I
So that we can never hurt each others name.

Yet over time you replace your last, for a name of mines.
You wear the ring that I placed upon your hand to have
We stand at the alter to change our lives

We begin to fall
As I catch you in love with me
And you catch me in love with us

Happy with this matrimony
We will never fall apart
Just because were in love

Till I find faith again next to you

Heart beats fast, but the rhythm flows the blues
Kind of wish, you were here so I could have someone to talk too.
Hold you in my arms and tell you the sweet things
But yet I hurt your heart and I don't deserve to do those things
I made exceptions to what we had
Just to find out, it was going to hurt me so bad.
I didn't show sympathy to what made you sad
but focused my attentions to what made you mad.
I was a selfish human being
but being human was what came first
Wish on a star to hope that you see these words
One day I will explain all the hurt
but till that day I say I'm sorry
And that
I Love You the Most.

Entrapped in my Lies

An art that doesn't get the credit it deserves

It sits on the shelf, next to hide and hurt

Brings tears to my eyes when my lies would hurt

The ones closes to me

They were the ones that got it the worst

Felt good to do it though

And that was my shame

I did it to protect them from getting hurt

but it delivered so much pain

Then I saw in the mirror what the lies did to my name

started thinking about the truth

saw my mind draw a pause

It realized what is real is when I don't lie at all

Faced facts when the stories I told became to tall

I boxed myself in emotions

Just to find out lying is never what should have been at all...

4 years till life

4 years of school gone by in a flash.

I blink to think, but there goes another day the past.

Hard to say that it's over and i want it to last.

Even though every day i say, "I'm sick of this school."

But now i realize it's over and I'm still stuck on what to do.

College is around the corner but i'm nervous to go around it.

It's like a new begining.

A new profound sound clip.

Am i ready to suceed or am i nervous to fall through it.

The cracks in society that lead me right to it.

So i tell myself be cool.

Life is all about originality so, i'll suceed through it.

Tears down a Pole

Long legged, red hair, caramel skin, and hazel eyes
Such a pretty girl

as beautiful as her looks were, her brain spoke the most knowledge
common to say she was modest
only way to pave her way to college 
was to strip herself of self respect 
and lose what made her honest.

sadly she slid down the pole to make her check
every dollar she collects would go right to her tution debt.
She was strippin to please.
not her self but her needs
see u won't find a prettier girl who set aside her pride
to make enough money to take care of her tuition and child
so u sit and u judge what she does
instead of helpin her out 
without paying more than a dub..

why must she slide her pride down a pole of regrets just to pay for college?

Me

Arms stretched, with a heavy heart
so u kno my pain weaps within.
Living life in the positive
so the negative won't become my sin.
I'm happy with my friends
and my family for they have made me.
Created a man with poise
and a heart that craves great blessings.
So many stories have been told
of a black man never making it.
My story still bein written
but I'm guaranteeing greatness.
Failing is the procedure to waking up 
to your mistakes, so I fall asleep
knowing I'll never make a mistake.
But I'm human so if I do
it will only be minor, and i can change it.

The man in the mirror

Picture perfect never said that the picture couldn't be blurred

Washed away the steam from the mirror to see what picture I could portray without words

Visualized a great man with a mind of his own

Wishing that that great man could have had guidance on how to grow

But another episode can't make me

As I break barriers that were taken from me

Released out into the wild child ur now grown see

And I seek and i find a boy that pretends to be a man

Glad that mirror that he looked at wasn't the mirror that me who I am

Pieces

I am pieces to a puzzle that hasn't been put together.

One emotion stretched from another.

I tend to only rely on the wall I pieced together.

I'm not what I show becuase its difficult for my emotions to grow.

I am not yet happy, but from the pieces you see you find a grin.

If only you knew those pieces will never fit in.

Trace me and the outline you wouldfindcouldn't represent me.

I'm not a pen to a paper, nor a boy without a compass.

I'm guided by one direction.

Constantly I change my path to choose a different direction.

Failed to walk behind, so I stride to be the lead.

Every right step I inhale and every left step I release.

Judged by my outline, but never opened to read.

Kind of like a puzzle that never had someone to piece.