she called me up, said she needed to talk.
desperately need a friend. say she need me again.
i know this story. should prolly end it before it starts.
me and logic call a meeting, but my lower brain attends.
fuck it, just listen to her.
tells me she's trying to keep it together.
but all her new nigga does is just rip into her.
initial thought: "screw her. forget saving this chick.
if you play superhero, she'll be your villainess."
logic has a loud voice, but the heart is undecided.
aching to open up, and aches even more to invite her.
then i'm reminded how good it feels to be snug inside her.
before i know it she's in my bed and we fuck till maÒana.
playing casual with questions like, "how's your mama?"
i know she couldn't a give a fuck, but i still give an answer.
because we both know we're just stalling the drama.
so grab your armor and brace yourself for ensuing trauma.
and i know that i should tell her kick rocks ó break a toe
but i won't. 'cause reason ain't stronger than lust.
and i know that i should dead it, give it the final blow.
but i don't. 'cause reason ain't stronger than us.
go after the heart when the brain's not looking.
go after the heart when the brain's not looking.
go after the heart when the brain's not looking.
won't be long before you start to wonder how she took it.
so we're right back to the arguments.
wasn't long before it stopped being marvelous.
kisses on her neck seem to be enough to pause the shit.
if only for an hour.
then i'm left to wonder how i fell for this poisonous flower.
perhaps i was attracted to the scars around her heart.
they told me a tale of the last time she was torn apart.
in my arrogance i tried to be that beacon in the dark.
then i fell, but there was no one below me with a tarp.
call herself 'bored', so she's packing up and leaving.
never cheated, always given you respect, and that's a weakness?
what the fuck? what you mean you and that other nigga speaking?
i guess all that you needed was for you to be mistreated, huh?
feel like i'm bleeding, bruh. she cries, and i eat it up.
fiery goodbye kiss, i'm tryin' to heat it up.
say that i needed her, she say that he need her more.
then she leaves me there, frozen, staring at the door.
another promise to myself to keep my guard up.
another beat is a canvas to draw some bars up.
just remind myself: when something seem too good to be true,
it probably is, and i shouldn't get beside myself.
besides, shorty's doing well, and that is all that counts
she and dude living together, she became his spouse.
she don't need me now, so why am i in shorty's house?
with the proverbial shovel ready to dig shorty out?
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Braver Heart Music. Trust the soul Music. Trip over a rock and bust your head music but get back up and brush yourself off music. Galactic Fear me Music. Step over that to get to that music. Jumping over my life to get to my next life music. Visually Visual Very well contained music. jumpoveryourodds
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Gritty, shadowy, mysterious, sweaty. This feels like an urban hot summer night when things might go bad. Beats and lyrics are on point, both tell the story. Eumomota
North Carolina MC Big Pooh tells it like it is, detail for gritty detail, aided by L'Orange, Steve Roxx, and Apollo Brown. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2015
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WOW!!! It's been a long time since I've listened to an album and enjoyed EVERY SONG on it from START TO FINISH!!!! I chose PROVE ME WRONG as my favorite track but 6 other songs like THE FORMULA and People's Champ could have also been chosen as my favorite. I am going to buy two CD copies as a way to make sure I always have it in my collection. GRAND SALUTE to OC with the SUPERDOPE LYRICISM and APOLLO BROWN with the SUPERDOPE PRODUCTION. Michael Holt