til the skies turn gray

this light skin baddie holds my heart with the same hand she plays pool with so she got game

this light skin baddie holds my thoughts and kept secrets from my past in the same prison they use in the system to keep murders off the streets

this light skin baddie hold my emotions in the same place robbers hold their hostages in, never again will i fall for this light skin baddie

to much confusion between reality and fantasies no longer able to tell the deference never the less being tested like a s.a.t. test  holding back from

what should be really said this light skin got me wrapped up in her head and my position is either that of a king or a pon she holds it in her

palm i should be label a jester for being this foolish not making the best decisions but steady having visions about us (no raven) because mine are clearer

this future that i desire is more than hard to obtain mentally straining every brain cell ironic how it feels like I'm in one but yet free to make decisions that can change at any moment what happened to the moments that we shared as a team we we're closer than bonnie or Clyde now we on opposite ends like a game of tog a war more irony because we don't even know what fighting for your heart sore and i just want to peel the scab of pain off so you we can heal faster but you rather it heel on a more natural flow meaning there will always be old wounds that aren't able to heal because you didn't peel it off meaning start over to something new and stronger whatever the case maybe no more apologies I'll admit my actions in this past have been on and off like a switch but from this point over I'm offering you my hand will you stay here and build with me or will you go either way a choice has to be made