2Square

condemned to a life.. too much paint spread with these hands... no innocence remains.. the house of cards has now blown off into distant lands along with memory’s held delicately within it’s walls... a whirlwind always stood in the center... tragically thrown and misused...forgotten potential wasted.. long stems of glass flowers stood outside the remains of the house... shards covered its walkway with broken petals leading to its long forgotten doorway.. grass full of long forgotten despair left behind for someone else to clean up...

missing links in between.... Hello beautiful behind the screen... every day is like hell. Is she seen... In those stiletto’s... ma.. you look mean. I know what you mean.. when you on the scene.. the panties are scheen... Im just a man who’s keen.. fit, clean, and lean.. get on the scene Irene... she’s been breaking hearts since a teen... a princess that just wants to be a queen.. For her the men fiend... she put on the squeeze.. and ween...put on the Maybelline.. Look at her toes and how she preen.. doing lines.. in the lines of the latrine... the men want to demean....scene girl... scene queen... dancing on the floor... dudes buying out the store.. to see what they have in store... keep em wanting more... ain’t saying she easy. ain’t saying she a whore... or underneath how she feels at the core... maybe she wants more... man i implore... we all get up and fight our own war... this lions got a bite.. this lions got a roar... she just wants to spread her wings and soar.... but she likes it on all four... has a thing for the boys on tour.... never really found the right one to pour... girl but what are you waiting for?.. being with a man is a chore.. maybe before she settle ...she want to score... and in the end we all want more...the Juicy Couture?..no thats the past.. hopefully you moved past...some scenes get gased... how will we get classed... don’t mean to be blunt ...but it’s passed.. she hit it first and yes last... quick and fast... never wore a chast... just looking for a blast...never been an outcast.. just out cast.....out past....

from blank pages to pages...they say it pays wages... this shit is to outragous......the art is getting spacious or maybe just taking up lots of fucking spaces in places.... whatever it is... this is real life no quiz... sell the bizz?.. tried to sell the ring... no more jewels on the king...sorry it’s a lion thing....most will never relate... not even the related... even most that i’ve dated.... what they loved... they all eventually hated... why does the art need to take over?... who wants a lifestyle makeover?... red rover ,red rover, please send 2square right over.... no stones on the chain.....to many chains on the plane.... leather ropes... carrot pants.. gave away my favorite rings from Belgium and France... there’s not much to have, to have and to hold..if your the only one who gets to have and hold... we all die ...we all grow cold... we all grow old... what time give it eventually takes.... this game of life has high stakes....is it what we learn? is it for what we burn? still the pages turn.... ashes to ashes and dust to dust... most  see half... some read and laugh... this is my path...

4 days until we leave has me feeling emo.... i know i’m awake but it feels like a dream yo.....they serve as the proxy...filling the cracks in my head with epoxy....murder the canvas or beat like it mocks me.... whatever comes out still never shocks me.... so much lust ...can make you feel robust....off the cusp... quicker than most talk... outline something in chalk and walk... what is the restriction... what is the addiction....if it goes off what will be the depiction... people digging up dirt... what is it with people and hurt? help me get tuned in.... so far i’ve been hot air balloonin...... art game monsoonin... just below...stitch and lilo..I think I’m crazy like Cee Lo....

lines might get silly... mr come from the hilly... don’t know billy... do know billy jean..... she’s a queen... wonder if they see insight.?. did they take the 2square invite?....hope she’s affected.... maybe if they get dissected... but not all can see... even when they look right in the sea.... in the black dress she looks right to me... and in the moonlight its nice 2 be... the patterns don’t match... fresh batch, fresh catch...now that’s fresh.... 5 days till takeoff.... damn we bout to break off..no affliction.. just this word play addiction...she read the depiction...is this fact or fiction? no escrow...dancing outlaw like Jesco...kill a wall? okay lets go....mmmmmm.. the smell of fresh paint... beautiful like a saint...she’s rather saintly... and she keeps saying, please paint me........

Words growing from a vine... hahahaha and they are all mine.. drink em up like wine....she looked inside and said what  a beautiful mind.... just a peek through the blinds.... don’t mind the temper... its only temporary... there’s a fire burning around me like Carrie...It’s the holidays so be Merry....to many days on the lawns made me weary... demons in my head made my art game scary....grow it fresh so you pick the cherry... working hard to provide... things that grow together divide...not trying to spar.... just travel away far... tired of the local bar... passports getting passed... beards getting classed... type cast... if they new better they would say he has a tight cast....

from the writing she may think he’s perverted... back to a caveman he reverted...never really talked before but their eye’s had already flirted... dirty thoughts inserted....  bold statements keep him lined....maple leaf had him pined... talking wood... how did the man get misunderstood.... black lines on skin.... captain corelli"s and his mandolin... more than a word onslaught.... more then just the words he brought.... sometimes when you speak they get caught... in a net maybe a web... we all grow up in a reality show like a celeb.... now thats art copying life and so on... he just needs a piece of fur to sew on... and a dipset beat to flow on...

POP-ing out like Andy... just got back from Miami so my shoes are kind of sandy... brazilian girls everywhere looking like eye candy....give me a brush and im handy... throwing up 2’s... smooths throwing up the dandi... i ain’t lieing.... watch out for the lion...he leaves the canvas crying... perhaps you’ve heard....his word play is absurd....turn a badgirl to a nerd... as these thoughts get stirred....good times to hood times....district lines...underground sub...london new years popping bub....neri jass is bumping the club.... feeling brand new... feeling brand 2.... space cakes... Sarnia on the great lakes.... the world is unfolding.... the water is scolding...

Star crossed lovers had me jaded.... web show has me overrated.....paris is burning... tidal waves inside keep on churning... spirit is native... these lines keep me contemplative... to many chiefs on the reservation.... have to leave for self preservation...throwing rocks at the throne.... dude leave me the fuck alone....heavy foot on the gas... ricki bobby on the brain so i drive real fast... recycling lines for the new viewer....  over 500 of these now but you think way fewer.... hitting high velocity...  word diction atrocity... used to talk about how much it cost me...but that material shit gets costly...giving up labels... like i just cut cables... no cable... tv had me plugged.... so close we hugged.... now thats a snuggie...  she’s bouncing.... now that a juggie..... is it the man show... or has this man shown..starting to act grown.... suburbanit’s in the bmw like a clone...

to much press and im feeling creased........ words fighting eachother my head should be policed... ay papi... she feel me but don’t really copy.... paint killer even when it’s sloppy... don’t mean to start a mutiny... but why the stars want to shoot me?.. 60 seconds from mars.... had me out in space....the chain on the neck had her chilling at my place.... yes i am human but i feel like a different race..i run in a different race.... took off the parachute and jumped off the base... its a free fall.... damn i keep on falling...before we were 2square these dudes knoxville dudes were always balling.... not russian but im stalling... nothing left to talk about but she keeps on calling... maybe you can answer... im a leo... hard to understand a fucking cancer... or a gemini.... such an outcast i should be aquemini..... duel personalities... might end up in a duel... sorry a king just wants to rule... somethings can’t be measured with a ruler....but when she’s around my flame fuels her....a moth to a flame.....like a beautiful day froze in a frame