Story Behind The Song

I wanted to to show off my music chops in this one. I was forced to take piano lessons and music theory as a kid. I wanted to prove that those efforts had not gone in vane. I wanted to prove that hiphop can have real music in it, and not come off sappy or

Song Description

Introspective ramblings of a poet gone mad. , No hope, no glory, only unanswered questions in this story. Love is often sweet and sour, but somehow, the sour always gets the best of us

Lyrics

Moody Blues

Drama. Don?t get attached, bitch.
Suffer bad? What, you mad? Go and snatch bliss.
No one match this. No one to laugh with.
No one to ask if yo? drastic be plastic.
No one to mold me. No one controls me.
No one to scold me, but no one to hold me.
Get my kicks, get my fix. Give my bitch a Kit Kat
Or would you like a Twix? Would ya? like my stick?
Would ya? like if I slip into yo? slot?
Give ya? what I got. ROCK! Give ya? what be hot.
Honey like a homicide.
Money like a mom inside.
But yo? whimsical tyrants, and typical mind sets
Haven?t seen the signs yet. So, enjoy the silence.
Relish in paralysis of my analysis.
Two and two, bitch. Mutha? fuck the calculus.
Get yo? shit up out my life.
Got ya? on my mind, but I?m pulling out this knife.
No need to scream, ain?t a thing to fear.
?Cause I?m not gonna kill ya?, just get the fuck out of here.
When ya? gonna leave? When ya? gonna go?
Hurry up, ho! I got a show in Chicago.
Got no time for all the bullshit.
Don?t ya? quit? Makes me sick. What?cha get from hope and shit?
I gosta know what the fuck you be thinkin?.
Take two and pass, but you gotta keep breathin?.
Reason with lesions, season to season.
Take all the hope, just leave some fuckin? dope.
Were ya? thinkin? Lil? D is the shit?
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout the weed that we hit?
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout the women that I get?
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout my dick a lil? bit?
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout my soul, not my cash?
Were ya? thinkin? that our love gonna last?
You can smoke all my hash, ?cause I love yo? ass.
We gonna be here forever, never mind the past.
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout yo? man whose a star?
Were ya? thinkin? we could choose what is ours?
Refuse what is ours and we lose what is ours.
And we use what is ours, and we lose what is ours!
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout a man that?s legit?
Were ya? thinkin? ?bout the jams that we did?
I was freakin? on the hits we make.
Didn?t know I was in on this from the take.
I was thinkin? ?bout this girl from the Sun.
I was thinkin? we can have some fun.
We can laugh as one, we can dance as one.
But ya? really gotta know I?m just a poet on the run.

[Chorus]
Hello, I love you. Won?t you tell me your name?
Hello, I love you. Won?t you tell me your name?


Hush! Don?t ya? cry, baby.
Caught in a crisis? You lifeless? You might just
Go and slit yo? wrist? Make a fist, get a grip.
Let?s run wild like a couple of misfits.
Life could be simple. Waves and a ripple.
A gaze through a window, a soft daisy nipple.
But, of course, no remorse. Friends for a night,
Then ya? force me to like this?! What, you mindless?
Wonder what I have? Wonder what I need?
Just a villain-esque? Baby bleed, baby bleed.
Heavy on the honey, please.
Many on the money, please.
But yo? worthless, plastic. Death in a casket.
Know what?s enlightenment? I wonder if you write a bit?
Underneath, you might've lit my soul. Gosta know
What the fuck were you doin? with those wolfs in the shadows.
Get yo? shit up out my life.
Got ya? on my mind, but I?m pullin? out this knife.
No need to scream, ain?t a thing to fear.
?Cause I?m not gonna kill you, just get the fuck out of here.
When ya? gonna leave? When ya? gonna go?
Hurry up, ho! I got a show in Chicago.
Gots no time for all the bullshit.
Don?t ya? quit? Makes me sick. Wha?cha get from hope and shit?
I gosta know what the fuck you be thinkin?.
Take two and pass, but you gotta keep breathin?.
Reason with lesions, season to season.
Take all the hope, just leave some fuckin? dope.
Were ya? thinkin? of a knight in white satin?
You think it?s the shit when it?s comin? from a Latin.
I?m the sailor on the ship, baby. You could be the captain.
If I could make it happen, then you could make it happen.
Were ya? thinkin? of divine intervention?
?The World Could Be Ours?, be the theme I be stressin?.
Ya? girls be undressin?, you learn a lil? lesson.
Didn?t think I was shit ?til the beats got ya? pressin'
Thoughts so intense, word power be dense.
Please try to find any meaning in this mess.
Were ya? thinkin? of our love more, or less?
You got a painted picture, baby, brush with the best.
I gosta know what the fuck you be thinkin?.
Take two and pass, but you gotta keep breathin?.
Keep me dreamin? shades of meanin?.
I?ll find a reason to keep on pleasin?.
Were you thinkin? this is just a bunch of noise?
You better wise up, brother, ask ya? boys.
I?m gonna give it to yo? girl ?til she has enough.
She said, ?Give it to me rough, baby! Give it to me rough!

[Chorus]