Pimped Out of Dreams

Come here girl, what ya say you want
To be a doctor having surgery on me
Look at me girl, what’s that I hear
That you want to be a supermodel
Wearing nice gear
I told you to stop daydreaming
Of being a psychiatrist while I’m screaming
What ya say, you’re going to be a lawyer anyway
Don’t leave daddy to become an actress
You can act making my money in a dress
You see baby, I care less that you
Want to become a songstress
Don’t back talk me, I’m your career
I’ll give you all the dreams with fear
Don’t make me pimp smack ya, backtrack
Ya alley catches ya slipping
I don’t know why you’re tripping
You wanted to be a superstar
Make the money and I’ll be your tax collector.~shariee

Yesterday, I Saw You

Yesterday, I saw you

I took one look at you

And you took my breath away

When you grabbed my hand

And squeezed it gently

I then exhaled

Yesterday when you looked at me

Time, for me, stood still

Cause my mind was light years away

Wrapped in the depths of your soul

My image mirrored in the blackness

Of your pupils, reflections of

Things we’d experienced and live to tell

Saving each other with an embrace

Of Love’s secret

Yesterday, when you kissed me

It was as if you’d never kissed before

But with the passion of many

And today when I kissed you back

I felt the heavy weight lift from my heart

As you kissed my pain away. ~shariee