FOCUS!

old focus

2010-08-26T09:56:00.000-07:00

I give too much time
to those that don't want any of mine
the demons keep in toe
whenever I walk the line
just to whisper in my ear
I'll belong to them in time
the world is in my back pocket
I just don't know it yet
concrete jungle on my back and it
hasn't even made me sweat
I wanna connect with everyone i never met
why try with the ones I see? they'll never know me
better if we didn't meet I'm too jaded
big bold lines cel shaded jet set on radios
so lets get ready if you're set then go
go, go, go-go far everyone
is trying to act smart or hard
little do they know the greatest sound
comes from the heart
my words take me to the stars
while weaker dudes are trapped in their own bars

let it be.

2010-04-16T10:08:00.000-07:00

I lover her,

More than everyone i have ever loved before

And every day I've got to say i love her a little more

climbing up exploring all of her flaws i wont fall

She's her own art form

Because it's different to what's represented

in film and music

the fast heart pumping in my chest

proves it

it's expressed through-to an untrained eye- a mess

i go under the ground then swim through her head

such big eyes i wi fi connect and get high-refreshed
i wont know any other flesh no need to reflect
because she's her own self; her own being
being with me. honey. makes me feel like a G

with a little bit of lemon she's my favourite drink

baby you make me think- from my pen you could swear

it was jay electronicas ink hold her so tight

i've ingrained my fingerprints on her skin

where do we begin? we begin from endings
birthed a look that in turn returned the loving feeling

i had craved. now i write in that manner so cliched

but what the hell I'll write about it anyway-way

in that unexplainable but so good makes you try to explain it anyway-way

I'm way off where I've been

and carry every image i have seen

so excuse me if i only ever want to see the prettiest things

get you in my inner-view- erykah badu gets close to saying what i want to

and as you hear me shout

the love that many lie about

know that I'm saying that sex is fantastic

when it's with someone you love

it goes past being just better than masturbation

it's- another form of communication,

a better way of expressing your love to that very special person

don't search for it

sell yourself cheap for it

definitely don't go on a dating service

honestly i don't know how it's done

if there was we'd no one would be alone

ah do what you want. safe.

A bit much

2010-04-04T04:16:00.001-07:00

a list of who i miss

2010-04-01T16:02:00.000-07:00

In no particular order.

Straker
Simon and Louise!!!!
Sarah Pirozek
Mighty Max
Thunderbolt
Nemide
L.V.
Mr. Green
Nyla
All the friends i made in new york
Ricky. man. i miss Ricky.
Uncle Christophe
, Joe
Peter Parker (i haven't bought a spidey comic in ages)

and that's about it! if anyone i miss see's this and i still haven't called or anything, i don't know. now you know.

parents evening.

2010-03-28T04:31:00.000-07:00

hello Ms Mahoney, Thank you for coming.

Well, I don't know what to say. Sean is doing well for sean. His attendance and punctuality, good. Good. For Sean. I mean he doesn't put his hand up never speaks in class never handed in homework through the term that's passed.

I mean, It's a bit obvious he's not going to be a rocket scientist. I mean, it's not rocket science. heh.

Mrs Mahoney. Please sit down.
uhhhhhhh- wow. Talkative isn't he?
There's a tendency to spout off on these long-winded rants at any opportunity. He's nice but in that class he can honestly at-times-be unruly. I just don't seem him ever having any interest in poetry.

Hello Ms Mahoney.
Your son is... Sean. oh yeah. him. well where do i begin. no complaints. He fits in, does what is given. what else. sorry i really don't know what to tell you- i think he pays attention..?

Ms? Mahoney. Mahoney, mahoney, ma---honey. Sean. where do i start. you know what, in his defence the other day he said something interesting in class. he said 'sir i'd love to do the work i just don't have the heart. My mind moves too fast' i think he said it to get a laugh. i mean if you look at his grades it evidently isn't the case. His performance has slipped since he's got that eczma on his face.

Ms Mahoney! Before you leave, i just wanted to talk to you. you see, i don't think, Sean, i don't think he's very focused and i don't know how well he's going to do on the gcse's and- well i think i might put him on a course as a mechanic. what you think?

I've never done a hundred press-ups in one go. But I've never done a press-up wrong. So don't tell me I'm out of rhythm when I'm dancing to a different song.

in case you didn't know.

2010-03-27T08:23:00.000-07:00

never really been worthy
how could i touch her flawless skin
when my fingernails were so dirty?
and i don't know if it hurt me
the words I'm looking for are- numb pain
i would walk for hours just hoping for some rain
angel's tears on my face, like 'sean we feel the same'
i love her, earned and deserve her
but that's not the way love works.
why do the nicest girls always go for the jerks?
I'd come back from work
my spirit depleted soul defeated but her smile
made me feel well worth my while
it birthed the man who shrugs off denial,
invites in every single emotion
as i know love never comes alone
she brings the type of shit that stops you
from answering the phone, the type
of anger that has your future postponed
but a life without love is like a house without a home
and i've never needed a throne,
just a big bottomed babe that smiles when she mis-behaves
hair that bounces when she dances, unafraid.
to raise stakes.
to take chances
but make no mistake
i don't need that either. and neither did i ever need her
even though i may have thought i did, and god knows
i never kept that feeling hid- my feeling now can only
be described as: big. not bigger, like bigger than you,
than some. no, just the biggest one of all the seans before that have come
what I'm trying to say is.

i LIKE my dirty fingernails just the way they are.
a-thank you.

My awesome hero outfit

2010-03-26T08:23:00.000-07:00

overreaction

2010-03-24T03:12:00.001-07:00

i wish i haven't hurt her
hurt her, like the women before
how i was struck by the thunder
if i put some words on paper
there's a rush to call it a love-letter
Hurt her like the woman I've hurt before
Hurt her because I don't want to have
the only wounds that are sore
and they said she was a heart breaker
but she only ever made my heart pump blood faster
if currency was laughter we could've tipped the bartender
lots of beer was drunk as we knew tonight we'd sleep together
I thought it was rather sweet.
,
But whatever
The truth hurts but time heals
tell you now and hopefully
in time you will feel better
my skin is worn out leather
over time I've fallen apart
and can no longer face the weather
funny on how a hand to hold
can make you feel that much warmer
but i have to leave you now
as i can never be your lover
heartbreakers make my heart pump blood faster

new york rain sure falls slow
no hard pain of pitter patter, LDN doth now.

potential not too pretentious but still never heard before songs for a play list

2010-03-12T09:21:00.000-08:00

It'd be erratic.

not cool maaan

2010-03-12T08:38:00.001-08:00

ESOL, I know right?

2010-03-05T03:36:00.000-08:00

Okay, so I work with Immigrants quite often nowadays. I know right? It's done through hampstead theatre, called ESOL it helps those that have english as a second language to develop confidence with speaking in front of people, writing, pronunciation, all that jazz. The whole thing is quite a laugh really.
A couple of weeks ago I was brought in to work with some level one students (bear in mind these students are nearly all middle-aged- bear in mind these people barely know english at all) and we created a script that was quite funny. for me anyway. and here i am, sharing it with you! enjoy.

Scene 7
The head teacher, teaching assistant, melissa and melissa's mother are in the head teachers office.

Head teacher: Thank you for coming, so what's going on?

Teaching assistant: I saw Melissa setting off the fire alarm

Melissa: No i didn't

TA: Yes i saw you

M: No, she doesn't like me.

TA: Melissa that's not the point at all- that i don't like you.

Mother: how dare you talk to my child like that.

HT: Everbyody calm down!

TA: Melissa I don't want to have any problems with you

M: Whatever (does whatever hand sign. you know it)

TA: You have to change your behaviour, I really want to get on with you.

HT: Melissa it's the first day of school. Don't make a lot of trouble like you did las year.

M: Oooh what? I make trouble? She took the key for the lunch boxes!

TA: WHY would i take the key?

M: Maybe you where hungry! I've had enough, I'm taking my chile home. We'll never be back.

mother and daughter exit.

HT: Don't worry about them. She's always like this. I'll talk to you later.

End scene.

yippie.

flashing lighter.

2010-03-04T09:42:00.000-08:00

keep up with me in london town move real quick and my face is found the concrete rocks knocked down got put into nasty blocks nazis blew off our socks rebuilt but where are we now? in a the same shit hole but safe and sound no one wants the star around, he's too much for the weaker now, now I'm killing all I'm brighter now, those that can't take it better exit now or become i devout. I do this, better than them, many men came and went while I still refuse to relent Simply heaven sent player, women wooer dragon slayer fortress taker quite simply that motherfucker if she can smell me you couldn't even touch her, she's the lover of mine now, somehow some way, i manage to nod my head to decent beats every single day, classic like doris day show boris johnson lay low one pound twenty for bus how could you say so? That's the way it goes, took our votes but it's all the same, every politician got a different name but they're all fucking lame useless monologues spouting- twenty one years and counting for a better aim, either that or hope to hear what someone's saying is worth saying, im just saying, truth be told the brave and the bold ideal has gotten old. whoever's got the ball wants to pass in front of an open goal. and for fifteen minutes we're willing to sell our soul, that or it's just the way the truth is sold, news for the world gives us girls, gets us hard for boobs instead of hitting us with hard truth, we'd tell the the truths but in that there's money to loose so why change, does that mean intelligence gives no change, they wanna keep the working class the same surely insane, everything needs to be rearranged or am i just derranged? Twenty one but stuck in a teen age, the devils at our door asking what we're gonna fight for, what's the cause, trouble in the street and darfour whatever way you go it's bad end you're going towards- and I got no prophecy or religion, my mouth wrights what was written but it was my eyes what witnessed them and only those can i trust an ugly face but the light shines from this dust. couldn't give a fuck but i will lusting for a thrill all i need is one more pill smile on my face like the can't be real. Take a hit a dose who does what they love the most? that's the man who haunts our lives like a ghost. Till I'm him i'll find it hard to care, I'm a million pounds short from a millionaire but if you met me you know I'll get there. See you when you get there, if you ever get there, hard to care for everyone we always want a perfect day but why deny a setting sun there are other truths to be won so i run for trust of those that's get me to the point where im not running for the bus. I sigh it makes my day because "us" used to be me and girl but now my other half is the entire world, she's pretty heavy so i go on top don't stop don't know if she can take what i've got on lock one love from above im fly no need to ask the question why would you ask a bird why it flies why electrics slide on the dance floor people people why jay's at the top for, because they all imitate in the hope of finding what's great. Water is not rock why be another state? How are we going to show our place when you're sounding like you're from the united states? such a state and here i am writing to a beat made by kanye if you noticed it touche mon frere what i do to those that aren't it's unfair but now you know a few of my views see if you wanna check out the viper D cobra lightfooted warrior and, and, and i have to breathe, and i, i can't believe, all i see is embodied in me, and all i see is a part of me, and if all i ever be is a part of you, i hope to- to make that part a little more true

rained in.

2010-03-01T09:16:00.000-08:00

I'm all she knows
I keep her close
loosen her bows
remove her clothes
I'm all she shows
she's all i see
all I'll need
no less than we, are
rolling, roll in.
move in, moving
growing, grow in
I take her slow
and breathe her in
break bridges
I'll make again
she holds my pose
I ignite her glow
the only night i wont let go
and if the lights never went low...
and the lights then went low.

(had mad love

though i wouldn't give it

meant to say I always loved

but never could admit it)

dreams of flashing lights

2010-02-28T09:59:00.000-08:00

women measure men
by their salary
before the charade is there
what is it you want from me?
longing for a girl that wants it for free
dudes get cash for girls because they're not funny
overcompensation seeing as they're not pretty
pretty funny for ma honey he's heavy already
looking better looking good,
outlook looks like it fucking should
only word i don't know is could as Sean is, i mean
I am both those two
if you didn't know deep too
too bad if that gets lost on you
i truly am that dude
hollow women filled up on shoes
I'm telling truth telling you I'm telling dudes
don't go tail those who say their good
just run straight in first place like sonic would

no ones worth their fame, so lame

In real life they're never the same

got no brain but always seem to give it hard to believe it.

whereas i strive to be the greatest, no one can attest

who acts hard boom by ay a bullet proof vest

can't hurt what lives in others hearts and heads
I've been tired now in the fold

I'm on the rooftops shout and remind

I'll sell what can't be sold

got a story that if not paid, cannot be told

doing this for years and it's still not old

why do you think i am who i am?
walking in the concrete promise land

money has never defined so it always helps

wealth is fine i only want enough

though to many that can be seen as too much,

i want nandos for breakfast

brunch, lunch and supper

and if i get bored of london

I'll fly to an early summer

spend it with a bonafide stunner

they're getting wiley aiming

at the road runner i just

throw the dagger scream cowabunga

like michaelangelo watch me go

as your life moves in slow motion

but it's always at the wrong moments

waiting for the bus. you're in the rain

I'm first class, on a whole other plane, no worries

i feel your pain, friday fight night was on the 29

free bus sometimes could cost a life

got me running london better than boris

not hard better suited as a florist

only ever being honest, real talk

no holograms or peg legs I'm all man

understand the best has come

so who's got to step it up now? everyone

IIIII write from the skies strike thunderous flashing lights liker miker-raphone killer said im the greatest more power than the thriller in manilla gotta figure they're all dead before i pull the trigger bouncing off walls baby call me tigger more winner than sinner begin her for dinner quiver never would have happened if i chose to be a singer now let me linger.

it's like I've got a gold finger, i guess

every girl i touch acts like they're blessed

so imagine their face after i cum on their chest

that's the point of what im trying to say

i've always got the girls never had to pay

I get casual when bagging lovely women

pick up pull them even in running trainers and double denim

think you could get a girl in asics? as if

run around run around run around town

do it all day just google map london that's where my face'll be found

from comedy to poetry from kentish to hackeny

if you don't know you know of.

and if you're not jealous then you do have love

and i got it too that's why i do this i do this for you.

hear my speech watch my words it has to be true

hall and oates, private eyes, some put that charade up

living private lives

i define both middle and working class

i don't know which way to strive.

Perform every night.
Before going on stage I look at my hands
They do not shake.
Many reign in what they wont give back,
I do not take.
To conform to conversations is the norm,
Though I am not fake
The pressure can get too heavy for many
I will not break
Will not slow down
I will not brake
i say this because i do this
For us.
In the hope that neither will you
and god forbid you do
I always have on me some glue and sticky paper
No matter what we'll get through, get better,
happier and back together
as those that took, shook or hid, live
in a false sense of security, foundations: sloppy
We will not quake
The bones wont break
our muscles wont ache
the sounds wont grate
no matter whats at stake.
and if they do, and they will
we will have learnt, how to feel
when you know what's not
you know what's real
you know what's what?
this talk. It's real.

Larry Sanders.

2010-02-27T07:18:00.000-08:00

Heart. part one

2010-02-24T05:26:00.000-08:00

My heart had enough
Evolved, got tough
grew fists and punched
my chest thumped
every time a mean girl
and i were going to fuck
my heart grew up
evolved, grew legs
and ran out
had fun, stood out
evolved and made a mouth
to shout to all what I was about
my heart felt pride
evolved, grew eyes
saw what i had become
and cried.
I took this as an insult
and ripped off his limbs
proceeding to stick him back in
only problem was, next week it'd happen
and endless weeks after happen again
in search for this cycle to end
a new approach was taken
and i talked to my heart as a friend
I asked "where do we begin? what is it you see?"
my heart, the smart arse, sighed, rolled his eyes
offered his palm and said "follow me"

see where I'm going with this?

2010-02-24T05:17:00.000-08:00

Perform every night.
Before going on stage I look at my hands
They do not shake.
Many reign in what they wont give back,
a lot of help to get on the right track
I do not take.
To conform to conversations is the norm,
many wear a mask with a smile
Though I am not fake
The pressure can get too heavy for many
a burden, a load when family goes
I will not break
Will not slow down
I will not brake
i say this because i do this
For us.
In the hope that neither will you
and god forbid you do
I always have on me some glue and sticky paper
No matter what we'll get through, get better,
happier and back together
as those that took, shook or hid, live
in a false sense of security, foundations: sloppy
We will not quake
The bones wont break
our muscles wont ache
the sounds wont grate
no matter whats at stake.
and if they do, and they will
we will have learnt, how to feel
when you know what's not
you know what's real
you know what's what?
this talk. It's real.

candy man candy man spit me a dream

2010-02-22T06:28:00.000-08:00

Life has been getting in the way of video games recently. My usual indulgences are beginning to feel slightly like a waste of time- there was a picture of carnage the size of a skyscraper fighting the new avengers and it did NOTHING for me! It's not even for my usual, no, former problems. Heartbreak is so far away now i can look back and laugh, properly talk to the thunderbolt without the wanting to cry "don't you see! don't you see!" and doing something crazy, like, something crazy. Which is nice. In small doses. Who wants to see such amazing talent being wasted and degraded like that? Something will be done if i have anything to do with it, just a shame that I'll probably be the only one that does anything.

that's a problem though. A lot of writers only WANT two dimensions. Anything more than a posh person or chav makes them reconsider: "sure we see that it's great, but will the audience?".
no credit goes to you guys. I swear.

now, back to something completely the same.
Some say (joe budden says) to get your mind of an old girl you should get with a new one. I went about all this the wrong way by sleeping with countless women on the spin, half-wanting to fall in love with them and another half-wanting to kick them out of bed just for, not being her. It's not nice but that's what happened. And it's already come back to bite (that's right people, AIDS) and if i don't man-up soon im going to lose one of the few (just kidding about the AIDS) girls i would genuinely like to spend more time with. IF i do. Some people are in relationships just to BE in one. to have another thing to talk about, or because it was forced. I hate that. and i've felt and seen real love, I'm not going to commit to anyone who i don't feel that way towards. i mean, doing that just seems like a waste of time. So no more sleeping around but no relationships.....

lets see how long this'll last.

anyway, there's bigger shit to worry about!!!
Death came and stared me down to the point everything got a little awkward. And you see the downward spiral thats been taken throughout the years reminding on how you've done nothing to help or, have, but not enough.

It was hard, family was involved, but it's over and we must move forward. The bad times are just like the good, they pass- I guess we should just embrace each one and, hope for the best? that's so fucking shitty I don't even want to write this.

grumble.

hay hay haaay

2010-02-07T06:16:00.000-08:00

My success is determined through how hard i work. on everything. i put time into being a comedian and started doing well for myself, then told people how great it all was and weirdly cancelled out the work. I'm not good enough to talk and work at the same time. I should have learned this back at school when i'd joke with antoine during french, he'd be laughing AND working while, well, looking back i guess i was working towards where i am now. a joke maker. heh. Quite simply greatness can come but it must then be maintained. On the constant. Don't act like a big deal, be one.

I don't think there will ever be a point where i can be seamless, able to joke then just hit the stage, there has to be a few hours so i can configure a decent act as being able to just be on stage and 'be funny' isn't as funny as putting in the actual work. nothing comes from nothing- man, no matter how talented you're told you are. The comedy club scene is tough, especially when you go out every night to an audience of mainly swedish tourists- following an accountant doing five minutes of cringe-inducing pedophilia joke- here i am with real london material. i think. no way am i jerry or pryor or izzard or chappelle or, as much as i hate to say it, even gervais good. You realise how tough it can be. Especially when you're starting from the bottom. Last night was my first ever booked gig. Where, they wanted me. to perform. because, they thought i was good!! Great! only problem is i sparred in a bout, and not just that i drunkenly sparred. I was so nervous. and i got a few laughs but it was all really loose, i was just another comedian. another mediocre comedian. I even went over as well- eight minutes! so loose, i just walked off gema (the wonderful compare who booked me) had to show her face to me. That's really unprofessional people. urrrgh sons of fucking bitches. that's the beauty of it all though- it was all my fault. And the only person to make things better is me. No bob hope going on here, folks. But hey, there will be other gigs and the other comedians i met where cool as well- all of them pro's, so there is a slight light at the end of this rather shit-filled tunnel. Don't get me wrong. These are high-class problems. I'm living a dream...

but just like all dreams nothing is quite as right as it all seems...

(lds;ahigoqrkl;adhsfgnviow[aklsdfjnvaos=difh[venrdisaoghklvadinoxhklv[aenodis[lknv)

evolution.

2010-02-03T13:46:00.000-08:00

teardropps

2010-01-28T09:47:00.001-08:00

i loved her first but put her second
tell her now and on the record
truthfully i reckon
if the spotlight never beckoned
we wouldn't be in this position

if the spotlight never beckoned
back when we were
and it was but it still is
too hard to recall
somedays i cant stand tall
i wanna give you a phone call
when the world gets too big to breathe in

on another heart we get dependent
no one will give what you can't get
shouldn't forget wen we first met
no one understood them then
the two young lovers in camden
now tear drops in my eyes
your name on my phone i breath in

shouldn't take what you know you'll break
but back when we where
and it was
remember when
and back then
now you're
too close
to call a friend
too far away
to ever love again
put my heart in the pen
painted prose for when
she listens to the story of my life
can't love the only woman i like
I'll have to love her in what i write
hair nose teeth ears
truth belief pain from fears
with past being another road
leads to a hurt but strength unfolds
and yes we could say
all humans have these things
but only when we bring
a certain something
makes every heart sing
and how do you define the thing?

Baby steps

2010-01-24T06:53:00.001-08:00

Two pounds change
spent on chalk farm chicken
with varicose veins
the sky is dark blue
in the type of winter
you wade through
In my hand is a cold can
of mirinda, the poor mans
fanta.
The bus comes slightly ahead of me
so i sort of jog and quietly hide my fatigue
It's more of a rumble and my head rattles
on the window. The light blue bus going past
hampstead heath musics played from behind
my seat I'm writing about london clouds
then throw an evening standard away from me
the front cover was about the casualties of haiti.
Baby steps.

ny-lo-nyky-lay-la.

2010-01-22T03:31:00.000-08:00

hows my girl down Korea way
I met her after my session
at the internet cafe
tell my parents new york is great
and I'm doing okay
that I've found a menial job
with semi-decent pay.
her little legs with a lot in them
are perfectly shaped
she bounces on me
it makes my day
while sneaking a lingering touch
other than that there's
not much else to say
it was an unspoken moment
on korea way, just off broadway.

good shit from the vault 08

2010-01-22T02:20:00.000-08:00

Heartbreaker.

"when so many love you,
is it the same?"

if everyone loved you would it desensitise the feeling of love? and when you love someone, you'd be breaking others hearts, perhaps without knowing. the other thing is, would it hurt more or less if you were turned down?

Imagine that, being born a heartbreaker- it could only be a woman- you would have to make sure you didn't smile at people too much. Horrible.

If you were mean it'd be a gift
but only a curse for the good.

stuff to go by

2010-01-21T00:13:00.000-08:00

Learn the ritual
or write the passage
go the old road
or see if you can manage
to be both truly tortured
and nurtured
surviving off
and learning from
the best and worst
of yourself
x

With great power...

2010-01-15T04:26:00.001-08:00

... Comes great responsibility

Crosshairs.

2010-01-11T07:37:00.000-08:00

The fairy lights sparkle

boy checks his breath

and thanks god he gargled

wrestle with the pen,

odds of her with him were one to ten

teenage angst makes no sense

especially when you're twenty

and not the first time

you've been with a pretty lady

she, got a body that's unfair

not quite sure if he got the chance

on how he'd handle that derriere

he knows dragons lore

but is unprepared for an answer

to the question she is asking "for

how long will you be doing

what you've been trying to do

and if it doesn't work

will you be willing

to try something new?"

it was like there was a dagger in his pocket

but was hesitant to use it

slipping in his palm he began to feel useless

what's good a weapon

when you're stumbling over a question?
did i forget to mention
his truth often left him
conscience hovers over head like the jetsons
so jet son not with this one

I would love to say you know how i do

but if you did you'd do it too

and from the looks of things

it's evident that it isn't true

true enough truth will make you

want to scuff

don't act too tough before you're called on your bluff

walk in walk out or

you'll be left with a bigger hole than your big mouth

a gaping soul

broken hearts

from the start

he gave her answer that could have torn the night apart

"forever and no

because this is all i can do

but if i get far enough you can come too"

her lovin' lookin was liken to reese witherspoon

it could been she was saying

you complete me too

gave me a big old kiss like

roll the dice is all we ever do

constantly learn from the lesson

each time the effect is lessened

put the pen to the hand

then pen to the page

carry on till the next ice age

so when my soul leave my body

put these words on my coffin

sean mahoney never stopped for nobody

or nothin'

but before that time comes

let the fairy lights shine

dates over won her over

lets make for lost time

and we'll come to mine

real rhymes from a iron mind

put your ear to my soul
and feel your heart shine.

Jerry Seinfeld.

2009-12-28T11:00:00.000-08:00

wouldn't it be great if we didn't have to put on these guises and, y'know all these, phony attitudes. I watched these kids in the audience at that, on that james lipton actors studio show and i, my heart goes out to these poor kids because to be an actor is to kind of to say to the world "i have nothing to say and i want to become hugely famous because i can say things other people can think of"

Bedrock

2009-12-27T16:35:00.000-08:00

hopeless romantic- endlessly smitten

I'm illmatic and everyone else it was written

on the wall that's where the writing be

telling you being true comes easily

I would leave if I could but this lovings just too good

you call me and i come and you come before i leave

all that's left in my head are memories of you and me

so before my flight leaves, baby take those jeans off

back-forth-low and on top, we can make the bed rock