Born to a woman of favor and fortune..
un materialistic..slight to understanding why so many hate..even tho u play the game...so well...u dwellin ya own sorrows..we live in borrowed time..why is ur sin any less then mine..God's greatest creatures of artistic creation..a sculpture at its best...even when eves eyes were closed shut..her figure spoke peace ..just as Marie's touchread love..without a man...woman of all characteristic.beauty of art..yet for some reason we part...our separationhas thrown weakness upon us..standing tall phenomenally..when we rise we fall..together we are tall...words should only reflect those uwalk that line..denying one self..shouldn't point fingers...I don't see your sin any different then mine..why is your beliefs ..what ur blinded by..guilty at the stand..of judgment..love is just the name..u play the game and fallinto a beautiful death...falling on a bed ofroses..flowers that bloom...warm summer day...in the afternoon..any broken pieces or ruff edges along the way..somebody has to pay!none of us are singing a different tune when it comes to life..blue blood..red by lighta life we were born in..steadily loosing the fight..through hatred and greed..when will we wake up and sacrifice change of these things..IF U SAY U LOVE THE LORD..OR USE HIS NAME IN A SENTENCE ..THEN KNOW HE LOVES US ALL...