shorties 4

360 degrees of me and weez,

along with all of my interal rage & violence/

is in an empty room of thoughts,

locked behind bars made of silence/

because the heart ain't gonna grasp ideas of logic & science/

in prespective the brain cannot understand concepts of love/

but when thats what i call the birth of lust/

and anyone who can't distguish the difference isn't one to trust/

but ya soul links together tighter then the OJ glove/

thats why ya mind is in turmoil when ya hearts love/