Mrs. Angeles

Excuse me Mrs. Angeles,
but when you said you saw me,
was it the me I always wanted to be.

When we met
it was love,
you can't deny.
Walking down these mean streets,
you made me feel above
the fray,
and all the rest.
Setting me up
to put true talent to test.

Here's to you,
it's all for you,
for never letting me touch earth
and letting me buy
what you sold
about my worth.

You're not a stranger to beauty,
it walks all over you
on their way out,
rushing to that dark blue.
But you're protected
through past protege's
that speak through symphonies and epiphanies
put up high above my feeble attempts
to reach them.

So although I'm selected
I get there's no sure thing
in life
or on your streets
but your belief in me is new,
happens to be all I got.
Of you I ask one more:
To not letting me settle for the forgot.
I'm outside that bubble
with that lucky few.
So I'm just writing and waiting
until I wake up
and hear from you.

Don't spend stolen money, invest it

Revenge is a drug,
a sick abuse
that I've learned to become accustomed to.
But I found more
than you can ever buy
So this is goodbye
Goodbye

It is time
to get what we deserve,
to steady this shook hand
and sign that dotted line.
Just try and take my memory
attempts will stay in vain.
I will never back down
if one thing's for sure,
you raised a fighter.

Just come looking for that closure,
you'll find me unsympathetic,
yes you are pathetic.
Brace yourself,
I will run this to the ground
if it means you'll feel it.
Oh I know you'll feel it.

Build me up by tearing us down.
Oh I bet you wont regret
raising this prodigal son.
Was I even a son?
Or just a gap to fill the silence.
Your last inmate,
tunneled out,
skipping that life sentence.
Leaving you a shawshank warden
to pull that trigger.
I'm sure it was surreal,
finally having to feel.