I text No reply Hours passed Still no reply Days passed Guess I feel You don't care Question is Why should I Because I'm a different Kind of guy Yea it's fucked up But still We both crossed paths To be in each other lives For a reason & Reason is & Truth is I can't get you off My mind I'm sorry I lied I'm sorry I made you cry I'm sorry for being sorry Giving you ...
I always loved Pick your battles Because a Lot of leeches Sucking blood Like Dracula Yea we argued And you used to flip on me No spatchula Forever we be talked about like Hitman herns & Marvin haglar.... Classic But we're not boxing Space got us no where Due to everything being crowded Everyone was doubting ...
This is for you, once again, Out of all the females I talked too You're the coolest one friend, Even when they call me I don't click over the reason For that, you're more maturer And they're older, when the Time is right, we'll be close, I hope, whether I'm your friend Or boyfriend, it doesn't matter What I am, as long as I help ...
Today I have a guest poet, it's a honor to have him, let's support & embrace this man kings and queens, take the time out and listen to Keep It Smooth.. Contact information below darnell.davisjr12@gmail.com www.facebook.com/keepitsmooth05 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=NrR5mzr7X1w
When I die Don't cry Just know I was a King Named B.T.Y. Wipe your eyes Show me that smile As I'm cremated I'm set on fire... I remain in your presence As you look up, Down comes my blessings, Gods Gift tattooed in my skin Unwrapped As I gave you all, my present, That was right before your eyes Which was... My life... KING B.T.Y. 5/2016
I wanted to be faithful Too blind to see Causing me to be ungrateful... Hateful ways To take away the pain, Thought I was the head coach Somehow calling the wrong plays, I knew I had it made, Attention for you, I never payed, Didn't know I needed money, Just time you wanted to spend Only & there's no refunds Nor warranty, just words you gave To ...
When my eyes shut So does the blinds My dreams when I'm awoke Doesn't come true but When I'm sleep they do It's just a fantasy, my Mind goes in & out, Up & down through every Circuit, of my brain continues to Fantasize... What seems so real and good, Yet harmless, is a big taste, sample, Peek, of what could be, therefore You try and try to ...
I see phoniness everyday I gotta be one of the realist People you've ever meet because I'm just me... There's nothing to Be ashame of. I'm the type of person That'll tell you like it is & What it is because I speak my mind... If I'm telling you something you Might take it out of context because Of the way I'm telling you ...
I should've rolled with you Instead I strolled on you I should've rode for you Instead I grabbed the wrong keys And I couldn't ride for you Losing sense of direction Maybe not Just maybe losing sense Of perfection That's what I wanted I'm still hearing voices Inside, Not just my eyes But my heart has cried Not just my soul But I felt I died. Written By B.T.Y.
It's the way of the world So Judge me For whatever reason It's the young ones That's listening to What's on the radio Trying to imitate The hustlers on the block... What happen to the blueprint For the block Jails and prisons are crowded, Guns and drugs being sold But is the cops really stopping it, Who's reselling to the outsiders Once it's been confiscated Unknown ...
B.T.Y. is not directed in the way that it sounds. B.T.Y. is for people who judge a book by its cover, for those who won't give us a chance, for those who say we can't do this or do that, for those who think of us as a "statistic"... We are all Better Than You and will be Better Than You...I speak for all those who can relate to B.T.Y. (Click Here to Read More)