I Refrain

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=zAZkm9Q2BmE ~>the Song i think you should listen to while reading but please, at your discretion

Everything is everything and i put that on erything

Rescuing the other me in the dream where im king 

but was betrayed by the people, 

Das a lethal dosage of reality, even in my dreams im dragged down from eagle

Heights to sparrow flights, hell spawned my thoughts of vengeance like evil kaneval

Rebel to the devil, i terrorized his twin towers of Babel. 

Movin from each level, livin the life of Kane and Abel

Tol Lionel dat it gets Messi, but im more den able

Of not fawnin on man’s labels

Youd of thought Mark Hill and James Leach was writing dis Fable

Strikin deals over and under the table

Pursuit of da happiest method of bein happy

Aint neva playin second fiddle and bein lacky

Preemptive strike on all nigguhs, im Bugs and you Daffy

I go hard, then you come after me

Playin hard, you play casually

All out war, fight of my life, im billin your circles, cliques, etc

G card declined before you could swipe

Dont follow da hype,

My end game was nerfed cuz of an update called “trife”

My decisions be my plight, and these regrets i wanna rewrite

So deja vu or maybe a foresight

I told ya girl itll only take 1 night, now she spent a fortnight cuz of da 1 night

And im like, well…jus 1 more night

Money and the power is steadily comin, but the emptiness is begrudgingly stuntin on my progress

And i dont know if thas progress, that process make me regress to what im callin “bloggin on the wordpress”

And i dont even see my way past this day, i refrain from speedin on da freeway, switchin lanes, wit a bottle of whis~Kay

Replyin ta text wit KK, drivin my life away cuz i followed my drive from da way, here comes the 18 wheeler

Its befitting, seein as i broke dem laws anyway
Like i said, i refrain, 

Partially feelin like im worth it

Feelin like im less than perfect

I curse these word curses

I flaunt my shoppin splurges 

I give my praise and worship,

To da good Lord, fa makin His Kingdom so immersive

That immersion fought da corrosion of 

Spoken treasons

i spit legions, shout out ta Tracy Morgan

I ripped reasons, wit my spoken reasons, 

Y my meaty text attracted dese so called vegens

Maybe im better than the 4 seasons

I aint even hit my pinnacles in dese 4 seasons

Break me, never, im like a 2 ton opinion from the 1%

Im doublin these rare takes like Double Take was filmed in Vegas,
So raisin stakes,
We so high,
No wake and bake,
I jus rise, like oven bake,
Flippin money on real estate is wat i call easy cake,
Ya-ku-so-ku to neva flake,
Slander requires no retaliate,
Easy fix on da mistakes,
We jus retake, and das a wrap

CUT!!

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Ruin You

My pride resides in the inner most part of my hardened heart, meaning.. 

Youd have to take the alloy of your local weapon X facility ta break through the intricate gleaning

I move on my selfish desires that require 

Tangible lust, creatin excuses that deem it just

Just enough, to get by. Ruined lives, humbled crys of the fallen that coincide wit emotional tides, brushin up agaisnt the shores of well~placed rapports, simplified as soul ties

Fer business, i put on my emotional tie, drinkin from the superfluous glass, oh now im more den high

These denizens, from the far end speak and i listen, thas jus a fancy way of sayin that i got my own demons

Everything ive sowed, im reapin, all the lives ive took in my bosom, wit dead ends, false burdens and baggage, yeauh im reapin

Goodbyes arent hard wen you have no choice, cuz you kno good and well that you arent built for the request they’ve put on you

My eyes, they can ruin you, gettin involved in my line of sight could ruin you

Dont lemme pursue you, wen i warn you bout me take heed, baby it behooves you

Im not da bad boi in da movies, im that guy in Shakespeare plays thats only screwin you

Them long nights and passionate zones we enter, are awarded by Oscars, Daytime Emmys, jus peep the figures

Ive always delivered, i terrorized digiornos so i always deliver

My touch could ruin you, like a kiss from the suns corona or the embrace of a fallen angel, gotchu in chains like Kerry from Django

You think im playing, jus overview your life, all dat time you gave me, makes it like i was an overclocked parasite

Crazy thing is that you gave it ta me, you gave it all ta me, then wen i leave you put it all on me

Im only bad cuz you “good” but is you really good wen you makin bad decisions? 

How you a good girl and you kno it, yet you act so different round me?

Your decision, ta lie in your desires as well but letchu tell it, and i put chu under some spell

But das not real, you made dat wish in da wishin well, lil did ju kno that i overheard ya lil flick and tale.

~V

Ugly Side of Beauty

Why is it hard to look good,
Yet its becomin easier to be bad?
Im not agaisnt the bad, but i fear the bad gon turn into the ugly
We got women tuckin they tummy,
Spendin dey last on make up thas no better than the acid squirtin in they tummy

You mad at the one night stand, but you only feel pretty after you apply the blush, powder, push up bra, fake hair, and other things
Thas the incentive to the one night stand,
Them the tools that amplify the sexual drool comin from the man’s jewels, silly is the fool that hides themselves then reveals themself as a downgrade to the original portrayal, and still expects one to stay after you’ve been used
You feel wanted when you feel you look your best
But your best resides in other cultures like Indonesia, India and China
You feel pretty and beautiful only when an outside source compliment you on what you worked so hard on
Which would be natural if it was only natural
You cant even stay on stage to finish the presentation known as “Me, Myself, and I” when you hear or sense the slightest hint of negative response to you
Cant get comfortable witchu unless you’re not you
So why even dress you up, thas a false sense of lovin you
I hear the word “enhance” or “amplify my features”
If that’s true, why is there a bra capable of boostin up your A size to a C size?
That sound more like temporary implants
And if you attract a man, his standards arent you, but what you payed for
What you willin to slay for it?
You kill the real you, then reveal it to em, now he’s done witchu cause you couldn’t be real witchu
Beauty hurts? Says who? Only when you let societal ideology get the best of you
Only feelin like a 10 when you not in your own skin in public
And feelin like a 6 or a 7 when you by yaself

You needa love you before you “enhance” you
Cause when all that come off, you’re still.. you
Still the girl with the your hair, your butt, your bust, your skin, your feet, your height, your lips, your eyes
Fall in love witchu instead of puttin on the biggest front this millennia has ever seen
You demand truth but cant accept your own truth about you
Cover up wha? A blemish or two, why? Is it stoppin you from succeeding or just achievin the attention that sedates the crys inside of you?
Drowns the fact that you unhappy witchu?
Or maybe its a sociological, psychosis thing

The tv, being the instrument of choice for the controlling of American, human beings.
Tweaks the grey matter to perceive beauty as a means of artificial feats
They say that it comes in all shapes and sizes, but we hardly see variety Only the slim and tall, scarcely the thick or plump

You see a Kim K, and see her wit a Kanye,
Now plastic surgery is The way
To land a guy thats pavin the way
All natural evidently is only an expression but has no place in the cosmetology and anatomical views of today

The standards of pretty are confusing:
Everybody wants it, but nobody has it
Constant contradictions👉you want him to be real with you, but the 1st time he saw you, that wasnt you
Think about it

~V

Subtle Nuances

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ivJrE_Wory0👈my song(s) of choice if you decide to listen And read

We have a conversation
Durin the mind-crackin banter
Your arms are folded and your lips are pursed
Your clutch is Coach, your hips are more than enough and you kno dat but you sit in a way that hides your curves
Im guessin you dont wanna attract the wrong attention
But you already wore the freak-em dress; I think you bein subconciously pretentious
Almost like you wanna test my integrity as a gentleman but see the struggle as a man
Suffice to say im well tempered and theres no coloring me, multi-colored like tucan sam
Your posture relaxes and i compliment you on your eye make up, its a lie but it speeds the phase up
Your thinkin:

“whats this guys game, he definitely changed up
i aint even spend that much time on my hair and i dont have on make up”

Darling i kno but this opens avenue for a residual speech revenue
Bout ta monopolize your mainframe and you wont even put up a fight
Guess whose Manny and whose Floyd, you’d be surprised-especially if it was rigged right?
Anyway for now, i jus wantchu to breathe, i mean you no harm
How you play witchur hair wen you feelin insecure
How you buck up and stand tall wen you unsure
But i reassure you that my agenda is not to obscure your already cemented resolution that you wont make love ta me on the 1st date
Doesn’t matter if you wore your favorite bra and panties that r lace
Or the fact that you’ve noticed im exuding an aura/aroma thas makin your heart pick up pace

Back to it- i ask you whats your favorite color, and your thrown off guard, wasnt expecting somethin so frugel
But your pleasantly alarmed
I farm, answers from you to fixate an internal conclusion bout chu while smilin in your face
You tell me more, i give an educated rebuttal
Now your arms drop-i see the cleavage line, i glance to claim my prize, and then purposely stumble over my words, you hear the apprehension in my voice and uncross your legs, thas me leavin you no choice
With your guard dropped i say:

“i gotta ask your forgiveness, lemme be real for a minute,
i was bout ta talk but lost the thought after quenchin pieces of lust in me- i had peaked a limit”

I said i had peaked, like a cross between Kilimanjaro and watchin da baddie next door take a shower
Its a gamble cuz of my honesty but honestly id rather go 50/50 than go 100 on black see?
You ask wat i mean
I explain that i glanced at your naughty bits, but i tried to refrain
Thas another lie
You breathe easy, and appreciate my opacity
And your body language invites me for more teasing
Excusin yaself, you make a B-line for the ladys room, walkin wit an extra dip, now you showing off mamas gifts, you no longer self conscious of how the dress fits, cause you found what seems like a perfect fit
You look in the vanity, and again purse your lips, apply the extra coating of lipstick, flush out your lashes, give yaself a prep talk, and adjust your twins
All done, your all done, you come back out ready ta conquer me
And im more than ready
Subtle Nuances…

~V

Silhouette

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_4OYnW4quQU👈 the song choice if you so happen to read and listen.

Chasin after your potential, not acclimated to your reality

And its happening, that burnin sensation, that horrid equation where we kno if we get this right we’ll pass,

We kno da answer, jus cant show the work

I kno watchu want but iono howta get to it wit out my ego bruisin

Im speakin fluent, in the langauge of dulce and gabana, dior hommes, true religion and suicide doors

Shed kill herself if i closed the doors, and yet shes alive

Off the low, high end chance that a “we” can survive

That circumstantial percent is as good as Nintendo’s 2014 profit report

Pilot of my jet, but a vessel for my life

Right, you tellin me you wish you didnt kno me then we undress and somehow you remember erything and y you love me

And because of me you cant ever leave, you woulda been left…right?

But the love and lust thing is so mortifying because im your Mr. Right…right?

And its unrequited cause all my sides point elsewhere, anywhere besides your sides.

I coincide wit congruent angles of ur vantage point

So i see where you comin from, im parallel to your perspective, i literally see how we so close and yet not connected

But i wonder if We’ll ever get it

I kno if you come right now and say you want it, ima fold harder than retailers handlin clothes on overtime

We over whine, we over shine, we over kill, i over trust, and tryta get over us, i need help, my minds a husk

Feelin your nut, makes my steel hard decisions rust

The bumpy truth always implodin and explodin in my face, hate this puss

We fight and we fuss, then you wanna make love and all i wanna do is fU….

We sharin our minds but not our values like reluctantly openin up an account das joint

Encase and joint, point blank period, our engagement is myriad

How many times we gotta fall off and fall on, ta stay on, ta break off, and then scared ta move on

But i keep on, in hopes of movin me out the way, so you can b strong, yet you strength and an absent red sun, im from krypton

Shootin and slicin these dilemmas like im Leon

An eon can go by, We’ll still be lookin at each other and still dont see eye ta eye

 

~V