All I can ever be to you

Is the darkness that we knew,

And this regret I've got accustomed to.

Once it was so right,

When we were at our high,

Waiting for you at night.

I knew I hadn't met my match,

But every moment we could snatch,

I don't know why I got so attached.

It's my responsibility,

And you don't owe nothing to me,

But to walk away I have no capacity.

He walks away,

The sun goes down,

He takes the day

But I'm grown,

And in your way,

In this blue shade

My tears dry on their own.

I don't understand

Why do I stress a man

When there's so many bigger things at hand.

We coulda never had it all,

We had to hit a wall,

So this is inevitable withdrawal.

Even if I stop wanting you,

A perspective pushes through,

I'll be some next man's other woman soon.

I shouldn't play myself again,

I should just be my own best friend,

Not fuck myself in the head with men.

So we are history,

Your shadow covers me

The sky above,

A blaze that only lovers see,

I wish I could say no regrets,

And no emotional debts,

'Cause as we kiss goodbye the sun sets

Amy Whinehouse~

Uhh,

Hit them with a little ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

2Pac

If I could recollect before my hood days

I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days

I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em

They tested, it was stress that they under

And nowadays things changed

Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange

And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts

'cause any day they'll push the button

and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hutton died for nothing

Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary

but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly

there's no need for you to fear me

if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me

it ain't about black or white, cause we're human

I hope we see the light before it's ruined

my ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad

Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has

And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy

Guess she's given birth to a baby

I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan

We jump into another form of slavery

Even now I get discouraged

Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage

I refuse to be a role model

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles

I make mistakes, but learn from everyone

And when it's said and done

I bet this Brother be a better one

If I upset you, don't stress

Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet

I feel his hand on my brain

When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang

But am I less holy

'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies

Before we find world peace

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

My ghetto gospel

Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)

I welcome with my hands

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold

And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

Lord can you hear me speak!

To pay the price of being hell bound...

*************************

2Pac Feat Elton John - released 2004

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day

You tell me of our future that you plann'd:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

I'm being dragged down, down by the hand

The hand of a golden giant man

He's crushing my knuckles

Splitting my skin, he says he'll let go

If only I'd ask it of him

He says

Girl, it's your call

You wanna fly

You wanna fall

So I shout

I wanna get away from you

As fast as I can

I tell my feet to move it

I hope they have a plan

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Are heading the right way

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Saved my life today

So now I'm free

Free

From the big bad giant

Who was stalking me

Thank you feet, for guiding me

I'm glad somehow I got brains down there, at least

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Are heading the right way

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Saved my life today

Sometimes I'm tempted

Sometimes I am

I would be lying if I said I didn't miss that giant man

He was the line between pleasure and pain

But me and the feet have some years to reclaim

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Are heading the right way

These little black sandals

Are walking me away

These little black sandals

Saved my life today

-- Written and sung by Sia

A magic moment I remember:

I raised my eyes, and you were there, 

a fleeting vision, the quintessence

of all that's beautiful and rare.

I pray to mute despair and anguish,

to vain the pursuits world esteems,

long did I hear your soothing accents,

long did your features haunt my dreams.

Time passed. A rebel storm blast scattered

the reveries that once were mine,

and I forgot your soothing accents,

your features gracefully divine.

In dark days of enforced retirement

I gazed upon grey skies above

with no ideals to inspire me,

no one to cry for, live for, love.

Then came a moment of reinessance,

I looked up - you again are there

a fleeting vision, the quintessence 

of all that's beautiful and rare.

<p>TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, </p><p>

</p><p>And sorry I could not travel both </p><p>And be one traveler, long I stood </p><p>

</p><p>And looked down one as far as I could </p>To where it bent in the undergrowth;

<p></p><p>Then took the other, as just as fair, </p><p>

</p><p>And having perhaps the better claim, </p><p>

</p><p>Because it was grassy and wanted wear; </p><p></p><p>Though as for that the passing there </p><p></p>Had worn them really about the same, <p></p><p>And both that morning equally lay </p><p></p><p>In leaves no step had trodden black. </p><p>

</p><p>Oh, I kept the first for another day! </p><p>

</p><p>Yet knowing how way leads on to way, </p><p></p>I doubted if I should ever come back.<p></p><p>I shall be telling this with a sigh </p><p>

</p><p>Somewhere ages and ages hence: </p><p></p><p>Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— </p><p></p><p>I took the one less traveled by, </p>And that has made all the difference.