Forbiden Fruit

A Birth of words

Creativity bleed out, tears sweat

Unleashing one’s self

Pouring out your soul

To an audience so quite

And I so so bold

Flowing lines slip through my lips

As truth folds out

A story told

These lines

These rhymes

All make a picture in my mind

And some guy

Italian suite, brown leather shoes

All he sees are dollar signs

He thinks this girl has talent

She might have what it takes

To get to the top

Cause that’s all it is to him

MONEY FAME GREED

Another picture another paper

Another statement in a magazine

Anything to be know

He says babe, let’s cut a deal

But what he doesn’t realize is when he sells my work

He sells my soul

At what price?

Promise of material? Fame? A penthouse at the top?

Cause that’s all it is to him

MONEY FAME GREED

Things so fulfilling so perfect

It’s a lot better than what I have now right?

So come on in step inside

We have your

Fast Cars

Fake youth

Mansions with an ocean view

Have a taste of this life

Like the forbidden fruit, looks so good

But leaves you hallow empty

Rotten on the inside and brings nothing

But Greed, lust and Pain

What you had back in the day was the real thing

Not this hallow victory

This shallow success

So think twice

Before you sell out

To this empty life