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A COLLECTION OF EXCRUCIATING THOUGHTS

So God bless or a million bucks,

Which one would you take?


Fear a man with a single dream

He's more dangerous 

than a man with a million bucks


I demand the freedom to live my life

If you love me, you'll let me be


I'm like the horse you take to the river

But you can't force me to drink water

I've been used like a donkey

But it's time to run, don't hold me back


It's been on my mind 

Don't like feeling this unkind

Wish I went and said this loud and clear

But I always thought my silence you'd hear

For I think I'm losing you, I fear

But I don't think it's something you hear


In a dark room writing to myself

About the things I'm feeling myself

I feel indeed as you feel

Is it because I don't speak?


I know the world is twice as hard for you

But you're making it hard for me too


Cherish the women in your life

They're special creatures

What a man cannot take from you

A woman will accept times two

In a dark room writing to myself


About the things I'm feeling to myself

I feel indeed as you feel yourself

Is it because I don't speak myself?

For I think I'm losing you, you hear?

But I don't think it's something you fear


I'm like the horse you take to the river

But you can't force to drink the water

I've been used like a donkey

But it's time to run, sorry

And it's never about the money


It's been on my mind from time to time

But I don't like feeling this unkind

And I don't always say what's on my mind

Hoping as I act the truth you'd find


Wish I went and said this loud and clear

But I always thought my silence you'd hear

For I think I'm losing you, I fear

But I don't think it's something you hear


In a dark room writing to myself

About the things I'm feeling to myself

I feel indeed as you feel yourself

Is it because I don't speak myself?


II.


I love it when you say to me, Sonny

The future is bright, don't you worry

Even if it doesn't look it

I like it when you do it

But can't eat your cake and have it

For these days I be looking stupid

You forcing me to keep busy

These things don't come easy


A slow boil, things sizzle

You may think I'm evil

And want to prove to me

Like take authority over me


But I've turned this right and left

And it's not pleasing to my self

I think I but have a right

To choose where to invest my time

But I won't be right in your eyes


It's sad to see the story go

But this is just how it goes

Forgive me this dice I throw

But this is how I roll

I think you lost me this time

Pushed me too far this time

But I think it ends just fine

It'll take me out far n wide

Out the comfort zone I sit

Away from the places where I sleep


I'll cheer for you on the sidelines

I'm for you no matter the sidelines

But there are lines we don't cross

And times we need read between the lines

But it's all good

I'm in a good mood


Maybe it's punishment for my sins

Maybe I should have said nothing

But it's how I feel

And it's hurting me

To be wild and free

Nothing stopping me

And I heard some pride is left

I can't leave that unchecked


© el-iyanu

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