Like led in water
I fall
Without you
I hate you
Bitch cunt whore
Why did you
Actually forget it
You were ying
I was yang
But now you’re water
Baby I’m oil
Guess we don’t mix
Like we once did
Tell me what changed
Can we rekindle sweet emotions
Leave a travesty of love
The fallacy of a decent relationship
Cause if we walk pass each other
I shall not nod my head
Or extent arms for embraces
From now I say fuck you
Disperse
For now you’re hated
Old friend
I once loved
This song is the song of the day.
A great mix of JaVonte’s smooth singing with Soul’s very skippy flow. It’s still sad to know that Alori Joh passed away before the release of this album but nonetheless, this is still a great song. Here’s Ab-Soul with the Skhye Hutch-produced single, ‘Empathy’.
Enjoy.
What happens when you fall for him
But I fall for you
I have no safety net
Or parachute
I fell from a long way up
By myself, you said you’d be there
But now another has caught your eye
I’m left to free fall
In my mind & in reality
As my emotions distort my sanity & corrupt reality
Without your presence in merely a vessel
For me to say “you was the best thing about me…” would be an understatement
And understatements are rarely that understated.
Come back to me
My rose
Your vines wrapped my heart & clung on for dear life
I supported you
And like a Phoenix from the ashes…
You rose.
To let me go.
So that I could fall.
As another man.
Plucked my rose.
Come back.
Catch me.
The night is darkest just before the dawn; and I promise you, the dawn is coming.
(Source: fuckyeahthedarkknightrises)
She slit her wrist & watched the reblogs accumulate
Still felt alone in a harsh world
Reality has kicked in 3 too many times
Now she’s got a razor blade to her skin
On a whim she’ll draw blood
As it soaks into the tissues that lay by her feet
It mixes with tears
Cause now tears fall as the blood does
The mingle & she weeps
The sharp edge has cut clearance into her mind
Clear thoughts
An empty heart?
That only reflects on her pain
How it went from pinching her thighs, to digging her tweezers into her leg
Now she’s mentally ostracised
Angry at the world that forgot her
The mother that ask no questions
The father that’s barely seen
The brother that knocks on her door asking for a cuddle, some comfort from the elements outside
See she’s forgotten who needs her
She can’t carry on
Ms.Cutter Girl?
Won’t you drop your blade?
And come with me?
To a better place?
Ms.Cutter Girl, I can save you
Open your arms
Release your grip
I will hold you
Ms.Cutter Girl.
I guess it’s mind sex?
Our thoughts were foreplay
They foretold a future of passionate words
That made knees tremble & females swoon.
Recovery.
I handed you my heart
In return I was promised something of equal value
But that was only in theory
Left with only an open chest
And a ticket reading “I O U x”
But you knew advantages could be taken
So you’re gone with the wind
You was a tempest on your bad days
The grace, love & restraint often left us
In a purgatory
Cause, how do you hate the one you love?
My childhood sweetheart.
Ever so bitter.
I got a rose.
I didn’t notice your thorns.
Now I’m on the motorway
With half an ounce & some shrooms
The vodka shower soon to come
Cognac perched on the passengers seat
It’s tryna fill your hole?
That gaping space that you left
As we left us
Tell me
How do I
Recover
From you?
Evian.
The world is afraid.
Our minds are engrossed with floating in the pool of life and simply, “going along with the flow”. Plans that involve turning your back against the norm are often excluded from your mind by the soul consuming structure of life.
We must break the current and venture out, ignore the constraints placed upon us from birth. It’s about time I grab a little boat and row myself to a destination selected by myself, not just where the waves carry me to..
