
Its bananas what one can feel when the done has been done
The battle has been fought
And the real war has just begun
I never knowin really how ya feel
Cuz the real u exposed is just a peel
From the fruit that should be whats true
Only to be devoured and eaten by the lies around you
Not out to hate nor appreciate
But how many times am I left to speculate
Ya shit stinks and I wish it was roses
How many times can you strike ya different poses?
I love that u remain the same dude
Used and abused but wit a better attitude
ya make me smile when I wanna hit you
you make me wanna make u happy like a real man would do
I hate the hidden, that you sometimes posses
but only to love the mystery, love, the STRESS!!
Shits so black and white wit you
how you ever gonna do what you do?
the feelin is gone, no colors to steal
theres no more room for the gray that you feel
I love and hate the same things im uncertain of
but all I know I got nothin but love
the negativity sounds fresh,crazy,and askew
I want you to know I really love you
im holdin you high now on my top shelf
you are me, and this is my letter to myself.
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