You Can’t Promise Me Anything

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All you can promise is your pretty lies that comes with consequences

You broken my heart over and over again so that’s why my heart has put up some fences

Don’t get my hopes up when you are such a good liar

A good womanizer that has promised lots of hearts when all you do is break them until they are broken apart

A million pieces lies on the floor and you wonder why I will always hate you

You break promises over and over again and get hopes up again

Do you remember the last time your heart was purely good?

Without it being filled with sin

Stop promising me the world when you can’t even tell the truth

I’m just sick and tired of all the BS and toxic thoughts you put me through

Just do me a favor and don’t promise me anything else

Penning this pyscho love thriller that I can’t wait to put on my bookshelf

All you can promise is your pretty lies that comes with consequences

You broken my heart over and over again so that’s why my heart has put up some fences

 

Written by Patrice Rivers aka Lyrical Passion

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When The Pieces Don’t Fit

I am who I am

I wasn’t born for your opinion’s that isn’t needed

My beauty lines and ancestor lines

My sarcastic smiles and flexible body parts

My world of Queendom power 

All defeated

You say I couldn’t fit in sista

But guess what? 

I was born to stand out like the cinnamon in my morning oatmeal 

The unique clothing and hair I wear

I salute hatefulness and deceitfulness with my cat eye

I was born to make changes

Hell

To be the game changer in my generation 

To make changes of the world that’s divided in a nation of hate

Call me a misfit

Because I hold the piece of the puzzle that will never fit your dreams

Your opinions of what you think about me

Judging me just like the world has already done

Yep I’m done being looked at like some psychotic rat experiment

Trying to figure out what I am

Who I am

What I’m made of

My DNA clearly states that I am made up of the dark melanin of my skin

The boss ways of my independent articulate ways

The sarcastic personality of my guards that stay high up like I am on my throne

I’m made up of God’s power and fierce demeanor to be different and not follow the world of cruelty and mishaps

I am that missing piece of the puzzle that isn’t meant to fit

Guess what?

I was always born to stand out!

~Lyrical Passion