(1.)The perfect picture
Paint me the perfect picture
Where there is a man who has no face
Sculpt me the perfect sculptor
Where there is a woman whose beauty embodies her grace
Sing me the perfect song
Where the two aren’t tied down by race
They share sweet loves embrace
He has no name
Yet she loves him the same
There’s nothing to gain
Paint me the perfect picture
She makes his heart spin
An eternal whirlwind
Induldging in sin
But not for the bliss
Of her innocent kiss
Together as one
This is my perfect picture
(2.)The Realization
We are all born with optimism in our minds, the hope to grow and live life
Fear in our eyes, the fear of the unknown
Warmth in our hearts, the desire to love and be loved
We face struggle
We embrace love
Quote me or hate me
Shun me or take me
Nothing that you do will ever make me or break me
See life’s about decisions and the road you take
So do it for yourself and not everybody else’s sake
Have fun and do you because one day you won’t wake
It’s all about the memories and connections that you make
They say life is a gift and we live in the present
So put the past behind you if it wasn’t that pleasant
Never regret the things you once wanted
Those thoughts stay with you and your dreams become haunted
Climb to the top don’t block your own path
Do that, your life stinks like damn you need a bath
Maybe you didn’t get it that was a bum joke
Laugh or don’t laugh I’m not going to choke
Because see success isn’t given it has to be earned
So go ahead use your knowledge and everything that you’ve learned
Let today be the day that you realize
That you’re not just a nobody you are a prize
Sweeter than my mommas fresh apple pies
Naw let’s be honest, no need to be modest
My mom was Mexican I didn’t have pies
I got burritos and ghetto homemade French fries
But hey were all different, like earths changing seasons
And everybody has a story, never judge without great reason
If you feel what I’m sayin clap your hands two times
Now hopefully you clapped, cause or else I look dumb
And I could go cry or sit down and suck my thumb
But life is too short
I still remember being 5, using blankets to build a fort
I know I’m not here to stay
But when I look back on it all I want to be able to say
That I was the type of guy who made something, out of everyday
