Nudity's Jewelry

She's naked, she's nude,

Awaiting her knight in shining armor,

Reality left in the dust just to alter her mood,

Visions flash before her eyes,

But to her surprise she flees from what she denies,

She's naked, she's nude,

Choked by life's grip,

The lack of breath strikes her face pale blue,

But what's this in the foggy rear view?

Luck missed her soul in the mist long behold,

A sparkling chance which appears brand new,

She's naked, she's nude,

More beautiful than ever,

However vulnerable to whoever tells her never,

As she is forever and ever naive,

Bred to conceive and not to relieve deceive,

She's naked, she's nude,

Finally fed up,

She seems to have stuffed herself enough,

Full of lies, done with the cries,

For a diamond need not dwell in the rough,

Locked up behind a wall of no trust,

Trying to scream but whispers slip out,

All thanks to the tightness of the handcuffs,

She will always know who but left without a clue,

Held back from this thing called truth,

Her face so distant from me,

Yet her tears are so used to me,

I tend to call her,

Nudity's Jewelry

Mac Miller x Kool Aid & Frozen Pizza [Video]

Mac Miller x La La La La [Music Video]

Big Sean x What U Doin? (Bull$#!@ing)

Flowers of Steel

There he goes,

The little boy who wanders freely,

As he smiles he picks his nose,

Stops to stare at the sun,

His eyes become full of water,

He taps his ankles and begins to run,

Teary-eyed,

He twirls in a huge circle,

Falling flat on his back - face to the sky,

Rolling on his side,

He picks a white rose...

"This will keep me safe inside from all the fears at night.

I will see all that the eye does not, I hope I might..."

Says the little boy,

Tearing the jeans his mother sewed,

As he stands to his feet,

He sees a mysteriously hidden cove,

Walking towards it,

He tightens the grip of his white rose,

For he fears not,

Countless screams of evil shout from the cove,

But the little boy hears not,

In total darkness,

A deep voice rumbles from the depths of the cove,

Extreme sharpness,

Perfect tone of the words the voice had to say,

But what is the little boy to do?

...As he is left alone in dismay

"I've got you now. You fell right into my trap.

Stunned are you, laying helplessly in this web I spat.

I sent you a sealed letter, and you innocently read it.

I am the ultimate tempter..."

Says the deep voice,

Frightened is the little boy,

Certainly not by choice,

Those intimidating words aimed for his face,

As the tears shot from his eyes,

Undoubtedly not the gift he planned to open,

Which brought the shock to his surprise,

Running for dear life out of the cove,

Slowed down is his heart as he dove,

Landing on his back,

The little boy is scared to look back...

As he gently opens his eyes,

Sitting himself up to a kneel,

The little boy is stranded among beautiful,

Yet deceiving flowers of steel...