Her eyes looked like night, but the sky said day While we stared at each other in this odd little twisted way I played it off like she had no control Or effect on my stress and my blues & grays Even though I’m a fool for games, I wasn’t gonna let her get away lookin’ all cool and tame With her words that she throws like pretty little knives I gotta respond, return the favor likewise

They say you got two good days before you're soon to break And that ya feel it comin' before it already breaks I give her room and space to let'er choose her ways Not a finger pointin' who's to blame But this situation needs a decision quick as a piston Or fast enough for my patience to be efficient So would ya listen, just for a second and close your eyes It's easier to hear me out, blind to the hype Put ya in the position of where you night's in the light Clear, out in the open, like these rhymes that I write The fight to fight dies as I sit and wait On your verdict if this all isn't perfect so don't say That your pain's like mine, it doesn't haunt you in your dreams like prey You can escape in your social flames Roll away, smile, have it all your way But for now I think it's best that I keep at bay With a pen for a thought, a blade for the knot Water for the blood, a rock for the rope

Never once have I walked without thinkin’ to dance Never once have I talked withoutu thinkin’ to chant Well represented by my skin’s complexion On lock through good friends and connections We push the fader to express the creative art form We handle to hammer apart norms Hardcore implies that the surface is soft So we keep our centers balanced with the ground that we walk on Sometimes I feel the city breathin’ through me sneakers Whisperin’ a melody that we drop beats to My love jones seeps in and drowns in the deep end Of streets that separate me from the earth with cement Some scream “hype on” meanwhile I write on Through many dusks and dawns until the fight’s won Until then this victory’s a mystery to me On this journey takin’ in everything that isn’t me - Chorus Through pens, papers, guns, and streets (Sometimes we conflict, but we agree with the beat) Whether it’s then, now, war or peace (We shoot different ammunition, but at the same dream) So get ya aim right, brotha- get your aim right, yes Get ya aim right, sista – get your aim right, yes Get ya aim right, kid- get your aim right, yes My bullet is my word and I make sure it hits - Never once have I biked without thinkin’ to biff Never once have a I drank without thinkin’ to trip What often shoots doesn’t often hit I’ve watched sane and crazy both walk off the cliff This ain’t a case’a sayin’ “hey it’s all good don’t worry” While gunshots and money connect like Canterbury It busied you to notice, orderin’ your peach cobbler dish Stressed about your mazda’s dent We don’t pick sides, we live where they plot the fence Takin’ it normal authority has a common skin Better save what you make before the option’s thin It’s gonna take more space than the projects built The hospitals, the Gaza Strip, and every square foot of Riverside Plaza, kid. I throw down for tomorrow and I walk against A globe spinnin’ off the axis tryin’ to profit with Chorus

The dream is over, just when you thought that you were holdin' the last move to play and a smile creasin' open Your sure thing hit like a first sting Lookin' lost like culture in suburban third rings The truth was outta tune and it wudn't worth to sing When everybody's sayin' word, but they haven't heard a thing My friend, the game was born to serve kings And I play it cool like a quarterback sittin' third string Wit' an iced stirred drink You blew the plan celebratin' early Now I gotta pull strings with the verb and word sling Enough to make a cold woman turn spring The dream is done, the evening's up You should probably kill what you got left in your free cup It's over now. Now is where it's endin'. The bottom of the bottle's existence - Chorus Where nobody wants to be, and often wants to leave But only get as far as almost Settlin' for better off dead, waitin' 'til the end Passin' the time dreamin' in a comatose Leave with me now or stay here Fade into the background sittin' in a chair I wait until you first move, if it's somethin' you can do And take the long walk back home - Known it always, but only sometimes Two regrets for one crime We pay dearly for dodgin' sunshine But get to go out like the first bullet in a gunfight W-well well, dust off the shelf I played a close watch, low key and loose belt It's the end, a place we didn't wanna get near But now we're there like smoke up against thin air Last I was here by choice. Took a taxi as far as it could get me Then made the long walk like Moretti It's not pretty, the end looks like the beginning Same bar, different round, one less record spinnin' Three drinks deeper into almost forgettin' And the bass turned up until the needle starts skippin' Live long enough in the dark and it'll be clear Enough to ask the question, how did it get to... Chorus Through the entrance I entered and kept it simple No questions or gestures, I kept my momentum Lead with the right shoulder, my hips turned sideways, Maneuverin' and cuttin' through the crowd like a knife blade This is the finish, I didn't want to visit But had to to ask "is this how you wanna end it?" Sittin' down, no smile to spare Leave with me now or stay here And die alone Die alone Dreamin' in a comatose Dreamin' in a comatose Leave with me Leave with me If it's somethin' you can do Somethin' you can do And not somethin' to prove I can stand until this crowd is passed out On the floor. Don't doubt I'll wait until it's awkward. My stance is advanced enough to last and fight Your spiteful silent war with no words Don't doubt a cowboy with new boots and old spurs I walk a fast pace with the same slow burn You're starin' at the bar top, shiftin' in your stool Glancin' at the clock on the wall every minute or two Fade into the background, part of the party Losin' your color, notes fallin' off the harmony Hardly a spark, partially dark Seems off beat over broken guitar strings Stay here and die alone And drown in a crowd of people that you'll never know Or leave with me now and die slow Painless past the point of almost Stay here, die alone And dream in a crowd of people that don't Or leave with me now back home

When the dark blends with the night it makes the streets look gray That humid wind blows and the trees start to sway A fresh page as I breathe in that city sage Second-hand smoke with a fresh air haze Some sit 'n' write, some sit 'n' blaze Cigarette smoke that tints the air glazed I stir my drink that takes shades of brown beige Filled with that liquid for my night phase The remedy calmed from heat and intensity While I'm just kickin' it with Pad & Penelope On the balcony of the coffeehouse Sometimes to find my way or to find my way out And in and out an emotional weave Always adjustin' my prescription so I can perceive And understand then hopefully we can relate Conversation over tea and a muffin on your plate - Chorus Do ya stay late awake into the nighttime Sit back and just write lines About things and what ya' feel like Or just chill and think about life Lay back upon a grassy hillside A coffeehouse servin' at late night Or out a window in the night sky Losin' yourself below the moon and light - No- no- no, we don't sleep much down at Pandora's Cup On the 2nd floor porch of this coffeehouse hut Lookin' out from the balcony where I can see it all Just an uptown village up against the wall Scratchin' at the bricks, searchin' for ways to deconstruct the structure Workin' off'a poverty and hunger Meanwhile I hit the tip jar, grab my fill Find a table and it's back into the midnight drill Starin' at a page'a paper waitin' for a thought to spill I got bars and a dramatic pause to kill A true emcee can handle silence in the evenin' And not jump at the chance to grab a mic when she sees it Keeps even between speakin' and closely listenin' to another's speech So that their flow is above and beneath it I jump from the weekend's altitude And dive into the sweet deep-end of the afternoon Chorus Wipe the stars from your eyes and the clouds from your canvas Walkin' under the sky more manic than Hamlet Instinct tells ya not to settle for average And ya still stress unsettled after ya have it Combatant of the battle and war against itself Sweatin' from the neck of your shirt down to your belt I worry not of what not applies to me As I flip off the cops and coffee break from society My rival is my indecisiveness between coffeeshops and party houses Desks and stained couches My outfit: the anti-uniform shoutin' While many stay conformed and backgrounded I stay black-grounded to the roots up and down the busy avenues Midnight to the afternoon, longitude to latitude Sittin' with a notebook with only words to be And if I have to do convey the frame and shape of what's my able state to Chorus

I’m in steady movement through the city’s grid Similar to public transit busses and police bullets Life or death dodge ball on this asphalt campus Meet me under the staircase around 1 between classes I’m avid and organized against all authority No hallway monitor or principle could get a hold’a me I speak my themes globally, bold prose and openly Y’all cats is a similar style to Mokujin Carbon copied, great plagarism Never done dirt, but ya rock the gangster image It’s not my place to say what is or what isn’t A valid image of truth in this delusional system But whoever, however, whenever starts talkin’ a heatwave And gets the representin’ of rough streets in Green Bay I gotta slap the sociology in their ignorant head Take that ass to Flatbush, kid, and get your - Chorus - Head checked hard enough you can see past the Next step. Baby, walkin’ these streets ya get Rest-less as the night gets colder, I carry the burden like a backpack on my shoulders So, express one love to the beat And get bed rest. Not so quick to speak headin’ to the Next keg. Yeah, we all get down, But how low depends on what’s comin’ out of our mouths - I rock more phones than coke addict telemarketers And handle the pen with the skilled hands of an old carpenter My flow spills like a broken faucet, cold and honest My hope’s soaked and cloaked in vomit I’m a broken promise while my faith is in a state of unconsciousness No signs of life, no responses I give nothing to stay positive. My word is bond, kid. Understand that and who the boss is ‘Cos it’s not me and sure as hell isn’t you These buildings stand above us both to hold the truth of livin’ proof That your life is only worth what ya fight for And if you’re fightin’ for your penis envy then you’re no more than a mic whore Hip-Hop prostitute, y’all cats see and ya follow it Until ya hit the dead end of a hollow tip Reality’ll turn your throwback to a red dress And I’ma keep on marchin’ and singin’ ‘til your - Chorus - I date the devil herself

If you got somethin’ to prove, then that’s coo I just hope it ain’t for your pride ‘cos I’ve made that move (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey) Don’t think I’m waitin’ for your silence to break Girl, I got my own hell to raise I’m in this simple situation with a girl that we call “just a thang”, That I like to call “gray” In-between what we won’t say and what we say- I mean I’m sayin’ what I’m sayin’, but the fact that we don’t say all we think Gots me thinkin’ “Awww Hell, what’s real?” Walkin’ casual circles as if we’re gonna get somewhere It’s confusin’ when we’re standin’ at this distance Far enough that strings don’t get attached, but close enough to kiss And I’m coo wit’ it if ya coo wit’ it, But can’t see the point in bein’ subtle if they’re ain’t no truth in it We can play this off only so long with whatever Still tryin’ to get it together - Chorus Sittin’ on your front porch Holdin’ a conversation that would soon get cut short Talkin’ about the reason that we hold our hands for I mentioned to be friends and then ya told me what for Before I could respond, you shut ya front door Tellin’ front door Sittin’ on your front porch Until ya shut your front door - Silence is a coward you think brave just for your sake And there ain’t nothin’ I can say to cure the coward you’ve mistaked No, I can’t just walk on and play like so and play for show And I done heard that song composed before- composed for show So we’re shades of gray waitin’ to fade away Hopin’ the canvas that we painted someday has a frame I don’t look back in shame, although I’d have to say You know those thoughts on your mind when you’re half-awake? They feel ideal, not like dreams Or good ideas, just somethin’ ya feel Like we should be. Instead I’m just a fool for relivin’ Chorus If you got somethin’ to lose then don’t bring it with you Come with what you came to use (Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey) Don’t think that you’re the reason why I stress what I say Girl, I still got May’s rent to pay Since when did walkin’ away become a method of game How you’ve descended so, and given condescension a name I’d bend this walls enough, but you’d rather murder than save See it how ya want it to be seen Push out your smile and leave at your own pace Force feed your ego and persuade your false faith Your smile only means to scream and disbelieve And It’s not like I haven’t done the same I’m just another guy that can’t figure out how to walkaway I’m just sayin’ what I been tryin’ to say Yeah, I’d like to spend the rest of the day Chorus

Still in love with yesterday Standin’ on where I wait Gonna catch this bus And leave this place Kill what I love Just to see today She has those eyes And that sarcastic laugh While all I got is this pen And a black backpack My threats to leave Strike no key, chord, or chorus Not tired of singin’ the song of a fool I’m just tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them Tired of writin’ for them So would you go if you never had to Stay still standin’ and see your past through If you could what you live for if without tomorrow’s wait My love, I have to leave. Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday Goodbye yesterday I’m gonna catch this bus And leave this place Today

There ain’t no hold Or obstacle that could make our quest stop or fold Now I ain’t tryin’ to boast or tell ya what’s garbage or gold I just got questions at most We get so low It’s past below and can’t be touched by the status quo Now don’t feel outcasted or asked to go Let’s talk about it while we walk or roll C’mon, it’s G8- the kids that think and bleed gray With wanderin’ eyes that never ever see straight Always conscious, analyzin’ their environment Never have so many misrepresentations been inspirin’ The sound out loud is fire within It can’t be explained like tryin’ to describe the wind We like to think of ourselves as cool guys and gents That go together like private-school ties and tims Kind of a clash if ya ask Brad, Mike, or Chris But, held together when I rhyme like this Wrote it down watchin’ people dien’ to win Spoke it out watchin’ people survivin’ to live We’re throwin’ out the kitchen sink plus the dishes Replacin’ the fridge and renovatin’ the kitchen Got a new style, same sound, same message And lettin’ that chill while I hit the cold coffee - The hip-hop, the crème de la crème The underground of the undergroun, the us and them Lost sight of the cause, now we fight amongst ourselves And if somebody points it out, we raise hell Became afraid’a change soon as we gave it a name Focused on differences instead’a how were the same My brown skin pronounces half a round trip Born with an identity that I haven’t found yet While the eight richest countries connect now and then To discuss the rate at which the globe will spin Occupyin’ the third world, the ghetto urban Colonized the prize, but didn’t get the job done I’m lurchin’ through the basement of house party antics Kegstandin’, fashion, and dirty dancin’ Eight sub-heroes speakin’ through the speakers Blastin’ even after the cops try and crash it - Call the coroner and tell’em keep the coffin Might think it’s common to sleep that often But good rest depends on the streets ya walkin’ Not much shut-eye the way your fleet keeps talkin’ Seekin’ profit, plans to flee the projects Speakin’ nonsense, matchin’ needs for wants, kid Not synonymous, but hey- feed your wants, kid We’re gonna sit here and watch you lose Every bit’a sanity tryin’ to keep your cool I still make my bed on a broken rule list I’m a bad example to tell ya what to do, kid Nonetheless I seen smart run foolish From feds to Franklin, rich kids gone stupid Policemen fumin’, poor people confused You might wind up havin’ to speak thru A microphone with seven kids from the school of music Rockin’ basements, keepin’ it movin’

Addressed with finesse when I stepped in the class The TA marked me late, I said surely you jest She responded “no, not at all” and smiled I hit her with a grin and said I dig your style Headed to a desk with my pencil and text Spent the lecture writin’ on my hand and my wrist Steared at her hard when I ran outta skin Class dismissed, now baby let me begin I stepped right to the left and approached like smoke Balanced on two pumas, cooler than cool- see I was ice cold Strollin’ down my row she let her eyes roll When I stopped her train a thought like a typo Excuse me, I know I’m undergrad And ya mark me late whenver I get to class But I’d like to kill the beef and bury the axe And take ya out after the final exam - Chorus Say yes (yes) It ain’t complex, it’s simple like common sense So, say word (word) Because the amount of ya style is more felt than heard So, say yes (yes) I got nothin’ to lose, so I make that move Whether or not approved, I’m gonna state that truth Of nothin’ on my conscious but to kick it with you - Paused in the moment, ridin’ on its spurs Waitin’ for reply, waitin’ for a return She packed her bags and paid me no concern Until she hit me wit’ a grin sayin’ “After the semester Ya got a chance maaaaaybe Get ya time right if ya date me Can’t trick a girl named Tracy” Hun, ya got me- let me do it again I ain’t caught up in the manhood of masculinity I know I rock mics, but not for self-esteem I’d get my time right, but this class is chemistry I’m in it pass-fail, so don’t gimme no heat Anything else, I would arrive to it early Determined to take in the sunset’s eye that stirs me I’ll take that chance and the wait just to find out if I’m worthy And if your thoughts concern me Chorus So many live in yesterday and focus on tomorrow Express the height of happiness, but hold the deepest sorrow Consumed in bravado with the shallow and the hollow With no knowledge of the leader, but they continue to follow My hunger used to be a glutton for McDonald’s And gratification because the truth was hard to swallow Staccato, the tempo couldn’t wallow Until I eased up- eased up on the throttle Lock tight, got my flow fresher than a bottled avocado Spittin’ it with more juice than a souped Toronado Or a deuce deuce hollow, this blues ensemble Is eminent and almost as beautiful as Mayano Possible and probable? No My word is solid as the thickest of the stones This crowd is vast and even more fast And to find a way out I’m gonna need your hand Chorus

At 22 my momma says you got your whole life in front of you But runnin’ from the truth and glancin’ back is all I wanna do Not fond of movin’ if that movement isn’t in pursuit Of somethin’ or someone somewhere The avenues I’m usually passin’ through reflect the same faces They’re just different shades of brown livin’ off workin’-class payment The vision is limited to not much or not enough When the only point of view you got is from your front porch Feels like life’s on hold, but still in a hurry My contacts are five-months old. I’m seein’ blurry. Takin’ rejection from the apple of my iris As the cellos and the violins in my theme music get silenced I’m tryin’ to concentrate, but time is dancin’ like a promenade Givin’ hints that she doesn’t even wanna be on this date Searchin’ for a sense of resolution is my common fate As I observe standin’ on the gates - Chorus (Walkin’ that cracked line between the street and curb) On the gates (Not so much black and white, but tints of gray) On the gates (Walkin’ that cracked line between the street and curb) On the gates (Not so much black and white, but tints of gray) On the gates - So the sun decided to take the day off and watch the soaps The sky got cold and threw on a gray hat and undercoat Despite the lack of light, I hold my disappointed appetite And let that gloomy overwhelmin’ feelin’ pass by Nowadays I keep tight grip on both my eyes since Losin’ track of my mind became a daily crisis So to hell with irrational thoughts and egos I’ve lost it I’m sure you can find’em both with the girl from the coffeeshop in her back pocket I back off it, seein’ my confidence isn’t that often Behind the wheel to jump up in discussions and land talkin’ I’m awkward, and my circumstances have bad posture So me speakin’ p.c. is somethin’ I can’t offer I’m only enough, and even that’s sayin’ too much I packed an extra sandwich in case I get jumped for my school lunch Gettin’ mistaken for cocky when I’m self-conscious Worryin’ about everything from basic to complex Chorus Feels like life’s on hold, but still in a hurry My contacts are five-months old. I’m seein’ blurry. Takin’ rejection from the apple of my iris As the cellos and the violins in my theme music get silenced They made a curtain call and took a bow and all was done So why am I still livin’ the script handcuffed to act one She’s gone, and there isn’t a verse that could remedy The thoughts afloat swimmin’ in the ocean of my memory It all comes down to the last thing on your mind Before you go to sleep and it’s all you can see with closed eyes The hindsight is painfully clear through these low tides Her image breakin’ down my cool to a cold vibe And if tomorrow looks too far away to get there I know my crew’ll have my front, back, and both sides And if I fall so far, the bottom starts to look clear I know Danny’ll catch me by the hand in no time Once again, here we are Contortin’ our faces and actin’ like rockstars Waitin’ on Owen to get back from the bar (Ayo-yo-yo-yo-yo-here he is) As we piece together like a foreign car Missin’ a few parts, but still could run the track Crashed a few times movin’ forward while lookin’ back Yeah, Mayano used to mean tomorrow, but now no longer She sits with what refuses to exist or be a part of You left standin’ on the fence, dancin’ on the wall Starin’ at both sides assumin’ I belong to where I fall But neither did I want. Just to hold your hand between Both sidewalks in the middle of the street The black and white, the handshakes and barfights The middle fingers and smiles, the modern day apartheid Couldn’t speak through the bars that separate So I figured to send this while I was standin’ on the gates Chorus

The coldest emcees know this And keep their distance like ragin' homophobics Rhymin' mindless babble and chatter like a spokesman All freestyles and threats, but no notebook These cats talk with the same likeness As kids who hate on a style then turn around and bite it Tryin' to tell me that my walk is misguided And the battle that I'm battlin' isn't worth it to fight Nowadays you're either in or out, up or down Black or white, there ain't no in between I been called a lost-cause-waste-of-good fire Not worth tryin', openin', or headlinin' So, I drop silence on top of whinin' while I'm rhymin' Hit the track and start a riot. Shit talk, I wouldn't try it. I slap titans, crap lightin', and flatten tires Chew broken glass and spit it back in your iris Spin the darkest charcoal into diamond And still keep it black, like the Starr, Brooklyn's finest Yes, Rollin' off my lips like a goodbye kiss In the midst of your roses and bullets, I'm dodgin' both Headed to the nearest open mic with my mouth closed I like to keep an observant ear to the loud prose Different viewpoints and opinions speakin' out those Minds ya use half the time when ya shout poems But every now and then I get doubtful Down and out 'cos they do it for the clout, so Predictable when your ego's hangin' out- uh Zip- zip it up, I make the cut Like your dad's Norelco when he hits a bump Don't front, just take it back to the outro Do-se-do to the beginnin' keep it down low Observe the eminent ones rockin' it out cold Shake ya foundation, front lawn, and your household

Droppin' on the track like a bomb on Iraq Blowin' up huts, kids, moms, dads, and housecats I'm out, man- runnin' with the ins and outcasts Quicker than a bullet or your Subaru Outback Yeah, we're dien' young so we're breakin' it out fast That's the motto, so either compete or get out ran Now that we got your attention, don't pretend it's Another group to make their bank accounts fat And blow like a car bomb stashed under the dash of your Escalade 'Cos the deadline for the debt to pay was yesterday Turn your gold & green into red & gray Tryin' to get up off the curb and have a seat right next to fame So they say, these days, hip-hop ain't even about skills It's all top sales, TRL, and hot wheels So tell me, baby, can ya band mix well and rock well Does your DJ make beats and can your emcee talk- Well, hell, shit's changed and it's strange to me Ya stopped smashin' pumpkins and lost your rage against the machine Now ya work for it eight hours a day, give it gasoline And apply oil when the gears rattle and squeak You're fast asleep wit' no alarm clock And I'm gettin' the feelin' that it's all a human pawn shop Watch it, while you're runnin' your mouth G8's in the basement of the house and we're turnin' it out - Chorus We burn it down like this And turn it out like this We burn it down like this And turn it out like this - Os and Xs, ego trips and questions Squares and triangles, hopes, faith, and labels I'm pushin' all the buttons, runnin' outta my senses Frustrated with the game, controller cords are in tangles Forgot the character I'm playin'- kinda like I'm lost Except I recognize the time, place, date, and everyone Familiar with the consequences of my actions But still can't figure out what the fuck is goin' on I'm the background of the background, in fact I can't talk to women without an anxiety attack Crackin' jokes and approachin' at inopportune moments Mostly posted and rollin' solo and unnoticed Stressed and tensed up, passin' up the next keg cup, Breakfast and lunch just to hit my Mead textbook Servin' up the fresh more than the chef's best cook I sacrifice my pride to grab a pen and paint perspectives "Where's the payback?" you're wonderin' in misdirection 'Cos the answer's soakin' up your present attention Got your head shook, sayin' "Yes" Convinced what's comin' off the page is dancin' right your perception Go'head, try and get my confidence shook Burn my wallet, closet, and whatever's in my textbook Tell me daily who my ex-girlfriend blows a kiss to And watch it get passed up on my quest kid Chorus

They say She's a cold queen who's murdered bold kings and said cold things Freezes hearts to death then goes and counts her gold rings In her castle filled with ice, strife, and spotlights that doesn't melt a drop on hot nights It can't be cracked, broken, chopped or sliced And that she cracks grins as she clutches her wand tight to cast spells upon herself that turns her heart into solid rock ice On a college campus eeking out enough space for her to fall into three social categories: Prude, slut, or bitch She doesn't comply with this, so they call her a cold queen 'Cos she does her own thing, doesn't treat sex like a weekend routine And has the confidence and common sense to not put up with being treated like an object by the male populus With a beauty as obvious as her mouth is honest to tell you you're on an ego-trip and you need to get the hell off it- Good Goddess She stands out like the oddest with strength of the strongest Gets more pissed than my mom gets, refuses to be modest for the sake'a bein' real... And she's all up in my system like a bong hit. - Actually, that's complete bullshit. I've never smoke anything in my life, but after I met her and told all of my friends how cool she was- and how someday I was gonna write a really really really great slam poem about her... They coulda swore I was high. My eyes soaked with courage pouring from her presence saturated 'til this day, which is why I still address this message In honor of such a bold woman who can even defy the sun when it gets jealous And tries to call upon a tempest in efforts to wash away her bright, captivating, cloudless complexion But it can't happen- she gots the muscle of Mount Everest - So she walks away unscathed Throwin' on her black leather jacket over her broad shoulders that extend out like two cliffs holdin' up her hair from swingin' like her two fists whenever guys start grabbin' her and makin' sexual comments And they still call'er a cold queen And I know I can't relate but I'm tryin' real hard to understand If I ever hear anybody- ever call you a cold queen again I'm gonna have to protest it, Sayin' "Watch your mouth little boy, she's a bold queen well respected like a street empress- so you should show some respect, 'cos even the street lights on University Avenue are bowin' at her entrance" If ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are And she stands out because she knows who she is And if ya don't like her, it's because you don't know who you are And she stands out because she knows who she is Proving true when it was said Woman is the name of God on all lips.

Her eyes looked like night, but the sky said day While we stared at each other in this odd little twisted way I played it off like she had no control Or effect on my stress and my blues & grays Even though I’m a fool for games, I wasn’t gonna let her get away lookin’ all cool and tame With her words that she throws like pretty little knives I gotta respond, return the favor likewise