2Pac - Starry Night (Dedicated In Memory To Vincent Van Gogh)
a creative heart, obsessed with satisfying
This dormant and uncaring society
u have given them the stars at night
and u have given them Bountiful Bouquets of Sunflowers
But 4 u there is only contempt
and though u pour yourself into that frame
and present it so proudly
this world could not accept your masterpieces
from the heart
So on that starry night
u gave 2 us and
u took away from us
The one thing we never acknowledged
your Life
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
We seek the things we lost,
a mind forgotten,
torn from the cosmos.
We seek the things unknown
but what we get is not what we want,
thoughts we don’t want to own.
We seek what we cant have,
a life of untold riches
but we tremble in the dark
and hide is the dense bushes.
We live but we don’t live.
we try but its not enough
held back by the stars
tethered to the sky,
encroaching the land at night
under the shadow of the moon
crowded by mountains we cannot climb.
But i will poke holes in this curtain,
this ominous shroud that confines my mind,
and i will try and let the light shine inside the batcave
and bring new meaning to my life.
cut the tethers, float up the mountains as if a breeze
i will pull down this veil shrouding my mind,
set my spirit free, as this is how it should be.
with the setting of the sun.
My heart doesn’t know well enough to know you, And your heart doesn’t know well enough to know me; Your words can burn forests but heal a wounded tree, But I long to see you heal a tree instead of burning a forest in me.
I loved being your daughter from the moment I was conceived in your womb, I still believe you love me, and I hear from your lips that you still do so; But I do not know who you are- I don’t know how you manage to stand With your fists clenched to hug me, my soul wounded beyond repair.
Still I sit in front of a chair to let out my thoughts, With the memories deep inside me, kept somewhere in my heart, But I don’t know who you are, no I thought I knew who you are; You are still my first friend who tried to heal the burnt forest in me.
You’re a cold lonely winters night in the summertime
I’m lying here all alone, knowing she is by your side
I know someday soon we’ll be alone again
But it doesn’t stop the pain and it doesn’t stop the rain
Will you remember me when you’re all alone
Will you remember me when it’s cold outside
Will you remember me, will you remember me
When your heart unfolds it reveals a better world
I’m still touched by the part of your world that I once knew
But knowing it now doesn’t change things anyway
It doesn’t stop the pain and it doesn’t stop the rain
Will you remember me
It’ been awhile but I remember the first embrace
The passion in your eyes, the smile upon your face
Knowing deep inside you still want me anyway
Doesn’t stop the pain and it doesn’t stop the rain
Will you remember me
And now that the golden dawn has brought us to an end
We can say we’ve never faltered once, no we’ve never given in
And knowing in your world I just don’t belong
How can I be strong, you were just another song
Chicken McNuggets are good. The moon is blue. Shut the ■■■■ up or I’ll sue you. Birds are smunchees. Toastie tees. Make bread for me. And I’ll sing for thee.
come with me
compute with me
computerized she prints out me
commingling with me she becomes me
coming she is coming is she
coming she is a comrade of mine
comrades come all over comrades
communists come upon communists
hi hi
we are here to complete our fusion
we are here to create confusion
do you confuse coming with confession?
do you fuel for nuclear compression?
i’m for funicular ascension
I look in the mirror
and see my eyes, nose, lips
to remind myself of who I am
and see the women I am becoming
and when I am lost
and I don’t know
how I will survive the day
the reflection keeps me grounded
