All i want is to see my Uncle again.
i dont believe in God or Race.
When i walked in, he was dead. My soul has never felt anything more vast. I love you. I will live through you.
I wasn’t ready to go steady no not at all
smoke and mirrors clouded my vision we hit a wall
couldn’t see the moon and the sky behind the fog
damn your baby tall
‘what you been up to’ I don’t blame you my doll
yeah we kinda stalled
as god as my witness
timing was my mistress
I guess it’s in the stars for me to love you from a distance ugh
our shipped sailed ugh the wind blows
the door’s always open but our window is closed
you always thought what if
but that’ll just drive you crazy baby girl interrupted
thinkin’ bout what wasn’t
thinkin’ bout what was it
was it something I done?
something I could do better
although nothing could be done
sometimes you get what you need not what you think you want
so baby no moon & sky yet a beautiful son.” —HOV.
Let it be known that God’s penmanship has been signed
With a language called love,
That’s why my breath is felt by the deaf,
And while my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind,
I too dream in color and in rhyme.
So I guess I’m one of a kind in a full house,
Cause whenever I open my heart, my soul or my mouth.
A touch of God. rains. out.