You’ve got it all broken down, tagged, and put into a box.
So smug with all of your keys, but they’re for all the wrong locks.
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In the muddiest pond, the lotus blooms.
She loves her kitty, her teddy, and a guy she calls “Daddy,”
And sometimes she likes sleeping with a ground beef patty.
There are roads that run beneath the city streets,
Where the demons draw shadows from the deeps of our sleep.
I built a city in the night on a dream.
When morning light hit the scene, I realized nothing is quite what it seems.
One day I may look back, or maybe tomorrow will never come,
Either way, before I die I’ll say, “I did it. Now it’s done.”
We fight like we love, pulling no punches, loaded gloves,
So we live to love another day, and push back when we’re shoved.
No sound or movement goes unnoticed, brother, fall in line.
She was quite gifted in the ways of wit and whimsy.
But alas, her breath, it smelled like shit and kim chee.
You never asked us if we wanted to see all those ads,
So now we’re taking it back, and love how you’re getting mad.
It’s always hustle and grind, too often blind to our faults,
Too many people fussing and fighting until they grind to a halt.
I know you had to go, so you went, and now you stink,
But don’t worry bout it, baby, just relax, have a drink.
She had enough of my shit, writing that mail, dumping me.
She don’t need nobody else, she keeps herself company.
