Untitled( Just Felt Like Writing than Crying)
Yall may think I’m crazy talking bout look at her, now she has really lost her mind with words
I tell them it’s the perception of my thoughts, and the skills of my knowledge.
I’m going through some things people I’m telling you the truth.
I heard and found many things in my life but never like this.
The words I wanna poor out will be too thick for the lips to taste and too thin
To the ones that don’t understand. I’m talking bout Honey people.
I try clearing my thoughts from the herbal nature, but everyday
Father Water tells me all the time to stay from it.
I wanna cry….. cry… so bad, but this PHENOMENAL thing that I have
It will not let me be pleased.
I used to think that God takes things away from us,
But it’s really the devil. Every since the day he was kicked out of heaven,
He’s been toting around that same suitcase, moving in everyone home.
Damn!! And I was one of those millions.
I try so hard, to stand for what is right, and not wrong
But why does it seems as if it’s always my way?
Sometimes I scare myself when it comes to writings, I don’t know if it’s me
Or it’s the Heath coming out of me at times when I really need him.
I still have such Anger! In my heart, but not for anyone, but for something.
This Love and Pain that we all have, but which is less painful?
That sense of intuition, that the greatest speaks of all has been brought to my attention.
I am and will always be me, In my writings.
Black Heath
Mar 09
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