Somewhere In Life Is Love

Shaolin Mind Trick

Broken glass on wet pavement
street lights shine truth to eyes so used to the darkness
she looks through a world bent into illusory submission
watching the dope boys unlock their hooks and roll their lures
as peace pipes are sparked, so are conversations about thighs
if she loves to fly, and can she drive stick
she giggles with giddiness as her mind loosens
her hips move to the beat and her forehead glistens
with sweat, the product of dewy summers in the southern
playa is it dope a lucious angel so comfortable after a smoke
And eyes light up with bright ideas about ways to bring a woman to tears
and not be put in the pen for sex offenses
Codes shot through glances
one speaks of a place notorious for late night dances
and the other talks of fire water in cool basements
and as she loses herself in contingency
I am worn with complacency
knowing that what will follow is a story for basketball courts in the afternoon
part of me wants to end this
the other screams let them finish
because her emergence from the womb was not that soon
plus her hips indicate that somone from her womb slipped
and left alone at grandma's while panties get ripped
and her eyes, which never can tell lies
seem to know that the thin layer of plastic can alter others perceptions
and her deception is that she is not a conquest
but another loving the rank smell of unprotected sex
mixed with calming the voice inside her head
telling her she is not worthy of being loved by a man
She glances at me, and lets me know I can join too
and I shake my head cause I'm not that type of dude
through my reluctance, and awakening emerge
because it was not out of inexperience or that I didn't have the nerve
but a level of sentient respect shown bright through the night
and I respectfully said my good nights
neither drunk nor horny after the club
spoke to her as if she was a human being
and not an activity
seeing that there are still men with decency who treat women like queens
and not like objects only to be seen
and not heard and not loved but just casted to the side
and when someone ask why they say they was drunk or high
and not because they was in love with her smile
and her eyes when they brightened they drove me wild
I said my goodbyes and none wanted me to leave
cuzzin passing dutchie in a Master's box and inquiring my presence
in seven days for another afternoon of spades
then bar hopping till we go back to the club and then blaze
I said we'll see what the wind may blow, two fingers retired Piece
and I got into my regular looking sudan and drove freely
she ask who is he
they say he's cool peeps
Uncle in the game works hard and always there when you need
illusion changed as her desires became inquisition
and the guy who was just aight became diamond rough glistenin
she thought all these guys with their rims and candy paint trim
all showing favor to a guy who acts like he has nothing
yet in his eyes is contentment
he paid me no attention
and that's when she realized that her spirits
were shattered beside the glass aforementioned

To understand my words, you must understand my mind. To understand my mind, you must first understand my words. Balik737


To understand my words, you must understand my mind. To understand my mind, you must first understand my words. Balik737