I love the peace, and I love the war. I love the seas, and I love the shore. No love for no beach, baby that’s law. But she doesn’t see, therefore I spoil. I trick, I fall, run up in raw. I love her with all my heart. Every vein, every vessel, every bullet lodged. With every flower that I ever took apart. She said, that she would give me greatness, status, placement. Above the others, my face with grace covers of the magazines. Of the hustlers, paper, the likes of which That I had never seen, her eyes glow green. With the logo of our dreams, the purpose of our scene A obscene obsession for the bling. She would be my queen, I could be her king, together. She would make me cool, and we would both rule, forever. And I would never feel pain. And never be without pleasure, ever, again. And if the rain stops, and everything’s dry. She would cry, just so I could drink the tears from her eyes. She’d teach my how to fly, even cushion my fall If my engines ever stall, and I plummet from the sky. But she would keep me high, and if I ever die. She would commission my image on her bosom, to him. Or maybe she’d retire as well, A match made in Heaven set the fires in Hell.