Diamonds & Gold

Cries diamonds & bleeds gold

When she orgasms, release rose gold

Storms from the pink clouds.

Pink matter

Strawberry bubblegum

Before the snatch snatches me away 

Let me go back to topic

But I've already seen you topless

So once again I stop it

Before this becomes another visual on your physical

Lets change clothes, fade this to black

Now again, she cries diamonds & bleeds gold

Someone like her is so priceless

More like precious 

But no weight could disguise her worth

Her love & affection would deem as riches

So many others can't retrieve theirs

Inflation. Market Crash. Liquidation. Laundering. Larceny.

Come to me as an advisor to fix their assets

Assist in their investments n decisions

However, a queen reminded me, you soon wont have the time for that

You can knock sense into em, still wont get a quarter back

Staying in their pocket

Light on the defensive end

I got a wide open route to receive mine

Question is what is mine?

Before I could find out, its intercepted

And they lose that point, they forget it

Got me thinking I played for the wrong team

A word to the wise

Know you're worth in your eyes

Don't let anybody tell you zirconium & copper in disguise

Muse

Muse

The anticipation for some inspiration 

Where's the source of your power?

What keeps your soldiers marching?

Every time you lay a brush to a canvas

Establish a position to begin your performance

Create a sound for the set of notes

But in my notes, I'm just jotting down.

Wondering what are the pieces that create you

If a part is pulled out, do I scream JENGA?

Or is it just excess? Saw dust? Clay? 

Temporary fillers that helped sculpt you 

Until you were strong enough to hold your own?

Wait as I draw four rights til I end back to you

Hum a tune to see if you could create a melody

Tap my feet as you proceed to setup an eight count

Suddenly realizing that you move to the beat of your heart

And the great hearts all around you

That you brush paint & illustrate 

All aspects that you and others could relate

And that you sing for the sake 

That your voice is a mood

A mood that absorbs anyone else's mood

I swear I'm just talking

Because I'm not talking about and artist

Or a singer

Or a dancer

Just how you speak, how you interpret, and how you move

All about you. My muse

 

Beneath This Skin

Beneath this skin

My soul is like a walk-in closet

But on the hanger there's skeletons

Fresh faces to wear

Open mind to throw on as fear & doubt tries to rain on me

Beneath this skin

So much emotion bottled up like a potion

Pour it out as I write this piece

But you'll just think that I never care

Cuz my face only shows one look

In your eyes 

No piece could keep you at peace

Even the different things I do don't make me different to you

And that right there works my nerves

You say certain things to strike my nerves

And wear certain clothes that bites your curves

That ignites my whole nervous system

I gets to shaking when I seen you naked

First time reading your body 

Something like goosebumps

Even that look on your face got my heart in a race

How can you make lust look innocent?

Not sure if its heaven sent 

Or If I'm indulged by your heaven scent

But like myself, you got scars, bruises, and cuts

Even when you cum, you are still so numb

You don't see this as ongoing series

More like a reboot, replay or a reshoot

Never even gets off the cutting room floor

Hard head make a soft ass they say

And as much as we butt heads being stubborn

I might as well just make ya booty my pillow

Instead of feeling hurt, how about we heal each other's wounds?

I swear beneath this skin, there's a door to let you in

Friday Flows

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