diamonds in the rough drafts


Sonny: You give her my test. You give her the door test.

C: What’s the door test?

Sonny: Before you get out of the car, you lock both doors. You get out of the car, you walk over to her. You bring her over to the car, take out the key, put in the lock, open the door for her. Then you let her get in, then you close the door for her. Then you walk around the back of the car and you look through the rear window. If she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button for you, so you can get in, dump her.

C: Just like that?

Sonny: Listen to me, kid, if she doesn’t reach over and lift up that button for you, so you can get in, that means she’s a selfish broad and all you’re seeing is the tip of the iceberg. You dump her and dump her fast.

- A Bronx Tale

(Source: real-hiphophead)

can we transform from the norm
and swarm towards the madness
born from the dust so it’s ashes to ashes
torn from the love so it’s lust that we’re after
trust in big bucks that we spend so much faster
rush to the pastor and pray to the heavens
which some say is just a legend to make you pay the reverend
jedi mind games take two excedrin for the migraines
and pay attention to the time change
cause even wine stains wash away
look me in my eyes and say not today
look me in my soul tell me what you see
take your time to speak your mind and then keep your peace

A toast

To new enemies and new friends
To new beginnings and new ends

i’ve never met the woman of my dreams
because i’ve never really been a deep sleeper
besides, i’d rather count money than count sheep
i learned that time is money from my teachers
but it’s strange, they were talking cash
when i was thinking change of a different kind
so i’ll find a dime when i seek her

if you’re lost then let me find you
i’ll sit beside and try to guide you
remind you why you
need someone to confide in
i know you’ve been hiding
and you’ve been confined to
only the intertwined workings of your mind
black clouds form from your brainstorm and swarm
over analyzing why i’m trying to
realign the stars in the sky
until you realize that it’s simply for your viewing pleasure
because beauty resides in your eyes
and is measured by every tear drop dropped here
when you say that you’ve been doing better
these rain drops blot
the ink from the tip of my feather penned letter
that i’ve never even written i’m too smitten or whatever
who am i kidding i’m too kitten need some mittens for the weather 
bout to rain on my parade
cause i decided on staying silent like a fucking game of charades 

To seduce you, I used to speak softly.
Smoking on a cig, I asked you out for a coffee.
I used to toss and turn thinking about you, sleeping awfully.
But looking for something concrete
left me on the concrete.

You see, recently I’ve been chasing false goddesses with nothing but tall promises.
Who walk around with their noses up in the air like they know that they’re hot as shit.
The problem is their beauty and their hearts seem to contradict,
and the consequence is just that you’re left unconscious quick.

It’s crazy cause their’s all types of shit that we’ll do for a bitch.
Whoa; pardon my French, but that’s just how I kiss.
And excuse my frankness, but that’s just how it is.
These girls walk around like they’re on some sort of power trip.
If I didn’t say how I felt you’d consider that cowardice.

But I’m never roundabout,
and after living and learning this is what I found out.
You know, after having my heart kicked around harder than a mother fucking round house.

You got to be selfish.

Look out for yourself, you shouldn’t expect help.
Your health is the key, and the rule is self-preservation.
You hesitated too long, and now I’m sick and tired of waiting.
You might be jogging through my mind, but in running out of patience.
This means I walk the road alone when I reach my destination.

It’s a paradigm shift and I’ve come to grips with this statement.
But you refuse to believe because you’ve made up these dreams,
and now you seem like Adele because you keep on chasing pavements.
Well, I never said it wouldn’t be painless.
Now, just prepare to soothe the shattered souls with self-medication.

To No One In Particular

I thought she was astonishing.
Beauty and common sense; and she was confident.
So much more than competent,
and compliments to all of her accomplishments.
But wait, this isn’t really what you thought this is;
it’s more a curious consequence of a reconnaissance.
I found she had her heart broken by a few accomplices
She was scarred from them, so she slowly grown to stone
like monuments carved from brim.
Independent, saying she doesn’t hunger for affection
when it’s obvious she’s starving it.
And she doesn’t like arguing. So, her mind is hard to get 
and her heart is hard to win because she’s guarding it.
It’s disheartening.
A secret compartment, locked deep in her apartment
where she keeps her broken heart in.
Otherwise the pain remains, she stays an open target.
She was hardened by thieves and marksmen;
who play darts in the dark end of the parking spot.
Stalking lots of the top end confidants;
who confide in you, but strip as soon as the talking stops.
So call the cops as I call the shots,
and spot the sad slop that passed you off;
or passed you up, and gassed you up.
If you aren’t first then you’re last,
and these other dudes are fast as fuck.
And that’s enough, cause I ain’t catching up.

I would rather count money than count sheep.

Cash Rules

Jan 9

But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most?

- Mark Twain  (via sexcore)

Look into my eyes, and tell me if you see my soul.
Peek inside to see the show.
Read me like an open book,
and when you’re done just leave it closed.