I never seek to hope's executioner, love's liquidator, peace's eliminator
So I smile at you, and say 'hi' to you, and offer you the opportunity to talk to me if you need
because if only for a moment in your day
or in your life, I want you to feel good about something, about someone
And so I am often misconstrued,
By some men they see it as an open door
By some women a phony moment
And it is neither
And I will not change
This is me.

These days everybody claim they swag trafficking

When really lives lack and seems

Nobody wants to be a king

Of life or hope or joy any good cling

And we climb each other's back

To touch mirage, not achieve a dream

And I ain't frontin' like I don't have the same thoughts

Or that I construct my life with only just the meager wants

Damn, I'm just about as guilty as the robber's bag

I'll open up and take, but I ain't even ask for that

A foul disclaimer as we go through life doing dirt,

hearts are filthy but display clean hands with all the nerve

Habitually, ritually ending up on Sundays in church

Spiritually hunting down Satan when we the real perps

Bodies there but hearts and minds trapped where sin's perched

Still frollicking at them places where frailties converge

We bring out them toys hacking other's weakness everyday

I just sank your battleship, now please go and pray.

I'm Sorry, But No Apologies

I admit I often wonder
What do you see in me?
The woman that inspires
Or the one that seeks to be?
The girl never admired
Or the woman that is too much?
The feelings you've retired
Or the chick you want to touch?
Am I the fanner of the fire
Or there for you in the clutch?
Never fancied myself a liar
but may stretch myself too much.

I've only ever wanted to take you higher
Exert my wisdom muse
My love never retires
Although my love gets used
Not sure what you saw prior
But today is all I know
Yesterday seems not as dire
And not clear 'bout tomorrow
A shame to say this through the wire
Keeping my distance long
It's never been my desire
Although the outcome's wrong.

Hopefully I'm preaching to the choir
And you understand my recluse ways
I'd just hate to be a flier
In your book, an excerpt on a page
I wish not to conspire
Or make you feel I'm false
To exist, I do require
That some people will get lost
Wish there was some life umpire
to make those final calls
But alone I walk this briar
I take the credit and the falls.