Old stuff.....I have this one recorded already.

But I'll never let anyone here it cas the delivery is wack lol

It's a lot better on paper this one. So here it is. Called "Rant". I still think this is garbage, but hey, practice makes perfect.



I thought I had changed her, rearranged her into someone that civilization could look at as more than a stranger. But what’s even stranger is that while tending to her, I put myself in danger, like Herod after Baby Jesus, away in a manger, I fled, but not to Egypt, I still had to equip, myself with the proper cushion to soften the blow, so I’m just letting you know, that its impossible to change some peoples nature.

I saw aspects of her, unravel before my eyes, but the feelings were so strong, I fed my soul lies. Now look at the situation, there it lays, and the worst part about it, is I doubt she even cried. But it’s ok I guess, everything happens for a reason, whether it’s some dumb girl or politicians committing treason.

Natural simply means in your true nature, I’ve transcribed my soul with ink, written on this paper. Personally, Id prefer if you judged my work critically, that way it’d help filter the amount of stupidity, that spews from these lips, and when I talk about girls my confidence sometimes dips. I am a changer at heart, trying to change the world, but how can I do that when I can’t hold on to a simple girl? How can I reach the souls of underserved people, when I’m looking at my whole life through a little peep hole? And on that note, it’s a rather deep hole.

Truthfully, we never signed a contract, never agreed that things would stay intact. Lacking clarity, with moods changing verily, I was miserable for months, but she went on merrily, rowed her boat gently down the stream for what seemed like years, I had streams too, but they were streams of tears. Yes, I said tears, and that means I cried, but you’re too busy being macho-man that you couldn’t if you tried. You’d probably pick a fight with death, even after you died.

But back to nature, and these loosely related ideas put down on paper, I thought she was different, with her I’d be safer. And really…I was for a while, almost makes me want to smile, memories over-flooding like the Nile, reminiscence of happy days, when I was more like a child, cas im not yet a man, I wont be for some time, until I learn to stop calling beautiful women dimes, and I actually learned the value of a dime, and learn when I should and shouldn’t chime in, to conversations, I have no business in, when growth is rapid, I have to spread myself thin.

Even if you don’t get any of this, for me it’s a win-win, because I’ve now oiled up my joints, it appears that I’m made out of tin. My heart feels so hollow, refusing to let anyone in. Subconsciously, I tell myself only she was wrong, but then again my mind is like a game of ping-pong. At the end of all of this, I know one thing for SURE, my mind, body, and soul definitely weren’t for her.