Three of us
Stuck in a place where we don’t want to be
Trying to make a way
And see brighter days
Carrying brighter hearts and minds
But shut down by a grey world
With the ground and rumble beneath our knees
Hands pressed together
The main Google search is “Purpose”
As tears flow from both eyes
Fluids filled with our curses
She
Taking battered moments
I
Rummage through sleepless nights
And Her
Dealing with unnecessary guilt from blind judgment
Trying to see the good in the bad
While the Angel on My shoulder is trying to persuade T’s against the Devil on Jah’s
Damn
When did life begin to be of a difficult nature?
No longer can we find our answers in the dictionary or encyclopedia
Only higher power has the truth set in stone
And we are the diamonds in the rough
Or in the deep seep of concrete we use to tread upon
Lies and obscurities are feed upon
Where does it all end?
Or should I say begin for the three?
Bright stars with big hearts
Only leading to a blues melody
“Not one more good deed”
But “Let me get one more drink”
Our issues need to come together with our problems and drown
Knowing they won’t die that way
The fist down on Her
My subconscious playing with Me
And She’s having words cut through her like the sharpest knives
Three very different similarities
He bruises bones
He Breaks hearts
And He has the slightest bit of care in his heart
I know we are diamonds in the rough
But who will free us of our rough exteriors ?
Polish our smiles?
And let us hang, drip, or sit upon their royalties?
Who will see our true beauty ?
Or are we forever
Conflict Diamonds?
Stuck in a place where we don’t want to be
Trying to make a way
And see brighter days
Carrying brighter hearts and minds
But shut down by a grey world
With the ground and rumble beneath our knees
Hands pressed together
The main Google search is “Purpose”
As tears flow from both eyes
Fluids filled with our curses
She
Taking battered moments
I
Rummage through sleepless nights
And Her
Dealing with unnecessary guilt from blind judgment
Trying to see the good in the bad
While the Angel on My shoulder is trying to persuade T’s against the Devil on Jah’s
Damn
When did life begin to be of a difficult nature?
No longer can we find our answers in the dictionary or encyclopedia
Only higher power has the truth set in stone
And we are the diamonds in the rough
Or in the deep seep of concrete we use to tread upon
Lies and obscurities are feed upon
Where does it all end?
Or should I say begin for the three?
Bright stars with big hearts
Only leading to a blues melody
“Not one more good deed”
But “Let me get one more drink”
Our issues need to come together with our problems and drown
Knowing they won’t die that way
The fist down on Her
My subconscious playing with Me
And She’s having words cut through her like the sharpest knives
Three very different similarities
He bruises bones
He Breaks hearts
And He has the slightest bit of care in his heart
I know we are diamonds in the rough
But who will free us of our rough exteriors ?
Polish our smiles?
And let us hang, drip, or sit upon their royalties?
Who will see our true beauty ?
Or are we forever
Conflict Diamonds?
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