stone [ poem by mark flow ]
in the unfortunate pursuit of sadness
my heart becomes the sadest
started to b heartless i felt so savage
whats da point of bein heartless if u aint hurtin
no hearts while u at it
became a player a relationship addict
i never take away her pain i just add it
cuz bein hurt the first time felt like dark magic
im shootin at these hearts like baskets
like i play for da magics
on to the next one became a habit
kissin each girl on their forehead like
i was the best man or the rabbit
even started tellin the truth but i was really lien
but i manipulated u to only make u think that i wasnt lien
bcuz u had nigguhs before that lied and had u cryin
now u meet a honest nigguh that didnt sweep u off yo feet
u was nearly cloud nine flyin
but my heart is of stone like lions kings pride rock
anything i touch becomes stone i can make yah bed rock
im just a rollin stone
i got skeletons in the closet but they not at home
theres [signs] that she lost her heart
but i saw one that said [wanted]
u aint foolin me come to my house of pain
every halo that comes n floats away haunted
then i got real buffy just to slay her
i continue with puszy on the menu
when u f***** with a heartless player