You make me smile
I can’t put a finger on this gun fire
Your attraction, or whether it’s just for a moment in time
Everything is a moment in time and time has its moments
Are you listening to me?
I’ll make love to you like the 60s
Segregation is not my policy, I
Have a dream
I went by to your fears
Drink your cup of insecurities
Our conversation would skip rocks across the rivers of your voice
Causing their convergence to release your wholeness
Baby, don’t fuck with me!
This is deeper than 10 feet
This is roots in the concrete
Or maybe I’m tripping
I’m playing chess and you’re playing checkers
While I’m playing checkers, andyou playing whatever
Maybe you ain’t ready for me
It’s funny how we get lost in transition
The battle between the mind and the heart
Therefore I call it blue odd.























