June 19, 2007

If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much

Ooh this could be messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
And I have honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this

You're essentially an employee and I like you having to depend on me
You're kind of my protege and one day you'll say you learned all you know from me
I know you depend on me like a young thing would to a guardian
I know you sexualize me like a young thing would and I think I like it

Ooh this could get messy
But you don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

We'll fast forward to a few years later
And no one knows except the both of us
I've more than honored your request for silence
And you've washed your hands clean of this

What part of our history's reinvented and under rug swept?
What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget?
What with this distance it seems so obvious?

Just make sure you don't tell on me especially to members of your family
We best keep this to ourselves and not tell any members of our inner posse
I wish I could tell the world cuz you're such a pretty thing when you're done up properly
I might want to marry you one day if you watch that weight and keep your firm body

Ooh this could be messy and
Ooh I don't seem to mind
Ooh don't go telling everybody
And overlook this supposed crime

May 17, 2007

There are children standing here.
Arms outstretched into the sky.
Tears drying on their face.
He has been here.

Brothers lie in shallow graves.
Fathers lost without a trace.
A nation blind to their disgrace,
Since he's been here.

And I see
no bravery,
No bravery,
in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

Houses burnt beyond repair.
The smell of death is in the air.
A woman weeping in despair says,
He has been here.

Tracer lighting up the sky.
It's another families' turn to die.
A child afraid to even cry out says,
He has been here.

And I see no bravery,
No bravery in your eyes anymore.
Only sadness.

There are children standing here,
Arms outstretched into the sky,
But no one asks the question why,
He has been here.

Old men kneel and accept their fate.
Wives and daughters cut and raped.
A generation drenched in hate.
Yes, he has been here.

March 15, 2007

We were out on a date
in my daddy's car
we hadn't driven very far.
there in the road
straight ahead,
a car was stalled,
the engine was dead.

I couldnt stop,
so I swerved to the right.
I'll never forget
the sound that night.
the screamin' tires,
the bustin' glass,
the painful scream
that I heard last.

When I woke up
the rain was pourin' down.
There were people
standin' all around.
Something warm flowing
through my eyes,
but somehow I found
my baby that night.
I lifted her head,
she looked at me
and said,
hold me darling,
just a little while.
I held her close,
I kissed her our last kiss.
I found the love
that I knew I had missed.

Well now she's gone.
even though I hold her tight.
I lost my love,
my life,
that night.

Oh where, oh where, can my baby be?
the lord took her away from me.
She's gone to heaven,
so I've got to be good.
so I can see my baby
when I leave this world.