Plastic to an authentic man is,
Bodacious you may be,
So curvaceous in your lace jeans,
You lace me!
With many carnal desires.
Even with a drive,
Such as mine,
Like any other when It feels each wheel is falling off,
On a road that once inspired me to fire,
Of scotch until I rotted on a pile of rocks I rose from for a higher state of mind…
So much silk covering your skin on this uphill climb to reach love,
How’s it possible when caught in a web of lies as steep as the void lust creates within us?
I dig each piece of ice hanging for dear life on your earlobes,
What if I go cold when you undermine my choice of staying free from the shackles of Gold?
Just a few questions I have to ask because of my confusion over each promise you’ve sold…
“I promise I will be there forever!”
“I promise I will never leave your side if you’re broke or under the weather!”
With so many nights where I couldn’t make it rain,
All I felt was pain as I watched her leave for the better…
Is that what I deserve for buying into everything you said to me?
I just ask ’cause,
Now I have a better sense of things with more money in my pocket,
As a broken man God convinced to be a prophet…
Aren’t I much more attractive,
Now that I can smile at all of my problems without an ample need to process?…
Better question yet,
Was I just,
The trophy you thought you could have beneath a spotlight you pushed me out of,
When I lost the light you were using to ignite and further your own progress?…