Don't mistake my works for love poems or words of sorrow
Make no assumptions that I am making promises of tomorrow
Never listen to the line of grapes rumoring that what I wrote was drama
Stay in anticipation of the message because it aint about mama
Assume not that you must read between the lines
You may turn the opposite direction if you read the wrong signs
I find it unnecessary to paint with words of heartache
I wont jot down the names of whos made my heart break
Never am I inclined to share stories of feeling suicidal
And you wont hear of my fallen heroes or current idol
I wont share my horrors or nightmares or dreams
Because even in the real world nothing is what it seems
I wont speak of my heritage or the land I call home
Or my candy apple Cadi pimped out with chrome
This artist doesnt speak on political views or oppression
Nor does this creator compose lines of angst or aggression
There will be no production of meadows, butterflies or scenic views
You wont catch me confessing my love to my muse
But expect this
When I write I promise to fuse
Whatever the terminology I use
To express what in my mind stews
My intent is not to enlighten or confuse
Nor is it to discourage or enthuse
