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
Author Archives: doctorangel
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