Unfinished Business(In The Morning With Neruda)

You either love me or you don't. There's no in between. There's either attraction or intimidation.

You're too big headed to admit it, or you're afraid. Or I'm too big headed to admit it, or I'm too afraid. It's gonna happen. I know what I'm capable of. Everybody knows about you. Even the fruity boys get in on it, how can I be down?

Effortlessly, I'll make the rules. Maybe that's what you see in me. Maybe that's what you like about me. Maybe I'm too self-centered to care for what you like. Perhaps I'm Mr. Right. Maybe I'm that musician type of guy your mother warned you about....Maybe. Why have I become everything that I tried to avoid? Everything I stood up against? Now I'm doing the same shit.

You know what I can do? I can change your train of thought, give you a one way ticket to happily ever after. All you gotta do is take care of me and I'll take care of the rest. Ha....I'm not psycho, I'm sleepy....I'm irresistable to the big girls, intriguing to the theatre girls, creepy to the white girls, quiet 'round black girls, and the shit to everyone else. The next time they throw it at me, I just may hang the phone up, unless it's Unfinished Business, and or any chicken from The Bus or The Slab. Cincinnasty girls go so hard, it's almost too easy, and I don't mean all of y'all so chill.

I could never be whipped by it because I'm that raw. If anything, I should be in Menage A Trois mode right about now, but you gotta crawl before you walk. If that's the case, I was driving before they bought me a tricycle.

Soft-core spazzin' is what you'd call this one.....

P.E.A.C.E

P.S~Got shit to do before WSU gets out on some Summer shit...