Struggle Of The Mortal Revolution
My loved ones mourn not at my death but the death of a revolution
The enduring revolution borne to one's own resolution
Enduring but mortal as the soul that borne it
Persistent so long as the soul don't quit
Though sometimes dormant or even comatose
It can always rise again so long as the soul grows
But once your soul is dead and rotting
All you fight for is soon forgotten
Married Women
I talk to married women with ease
Whether waxing deep philosophical or shooting the breeze
Casually conversing we mutually please
But all we do or say is nothing but a tease
Because they go back to their mate
Spending their love to men who don't appreciate
Don't want to and never tried to communicate
I never understood how they relate
These women have a friend and a lover but not with the same guy
Women never want a man who is both and I don't know why
Maybe they only need me to pass the time by
But I'm always the friend never the lover no matter how hard I try
Perspiration
I got to keep motivated moving and not relent
Got to make sure every minute is a moment well spent
Spend each second like it's God's sent
Keep moving like I was hellbent
I got to up my perspiration
Each time I get the inspiration
Give birth to each creation
Because conceptions don't matter at your expiration
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