Bruises

Initially was in my book but later edited out. Another lyrical piece.

Bruises, when we talk I hear excuses

My verses are my proofs, it was groovy and then poof like shoot

I can’t deal, cards in my hand I caress but I can’t feel

Tap my dome, feeling wrong, stroke the dick, smoke a spliff,

going green but we still blue this s**t is sick man

I thought we was getting lifted

When we fall we laugh together now it’s getting repetitious

Suspicions, analyzing my dirty dishes, asking what the dish is

Who that is who this is dismiss it

We get violent, I hate it, I love it, I like it, I fight it, damn we ignited

baby we the bomb

I’m feeling ur energy in every wave in the song

It’s so right, it’s so wrong. When u go to store for 2 hours you’ll be gone

I move my hands from my cheeks to my forehead, I lay down I roll around on this dusty bed

am I alive? I feel like I'm already dead. the way s**t is goin that’s where I rather be instead

Still I wanna take you there, cuz life jus ain’t fair and I would rather bear the pain than be

thought I wanted to be set free now I got a baby, the doctor tells me im eight weeks

The lady even pointed out the heartbeat, I looked u in the eyes, I saw the fear it wasn’t just me

But when im laying in the bed and u not answering my calls I start to question my sanity

Forgive me if I get a little crazy

I been off my meds a month and my emotions getting heavy

I piss when I scream

when I  throw up it gets bloody and you laugh it aint funny

I cry every hour on the hour, 

look up and thank god when im alone in the shower

Since I been sober I got this new found power

Ride these phases like they waves until im blissful in a daze

What wave you ridin now, you on a different coast

Threw you a life vest, you almost sank my boat

Thought my method could be potent but I’m swmming away

I look back you struggling to keep floatin

You blame it on the bruises, I think you just confusin

Your childish ways and all these drugs in ya face

It’s a waste, closed case... 

 

I got bruises too why you actin like you got the blues

Too late to be arguing bout who’s turn to pay dues

I got bruises too don’t be talkin to me like a fool

Screws loose don’t you remember who you gave em to

I got bruises too you be actin like you ain’t got a clue

You not the only who got the blues

Reviews

[Wolf_Lord]

Wow... Very expressive... Very deep... Good expression of feeling... You have plumbed the depths. I am giving you 100 with no reservation. Wolf_Lord ,'', ^@@^ ,'',