Hey lightie, I’m brown skinned!

Hey, you ready? Let’s take ‘em baby...

Lights, camera, action…

Sea of faces, fancy ladies, fashion gurus

Cameras flashin’, music blastin’, nervous reaction

I’ve got a move, an attitude, not this time

Barely remember me sequence nor who’s next in line

Sexy in a satin, I froze, my heart pumpin’  

The head ramp is crammin’ coz I ain’t swervin’

Livin' in a bubble, with the fame I struggle

Coz when I heard it from ya, I tore up a little

What that?! I’m a regular

FYI…lightie not anymore!

Coz ma brown brown skin don’t grab your attention,

Lookin askance at fair chicks, nah I don’t care to mention

Talk to me boi…

Yeah ‘em rappers, I’mma gonna give ‘em a run for their money

Roxanne, latifah, nikki minaj

Lil' kim, foxy brown, rah digga

Duh, I ain't a nigga

I’m an Asian in rap, I’ma lady from the subcontinent

White fella…I’ve got somethin’ you don’t, i call it confidence

Oh ya…I’m serious, now raise your brows

Ain’t a showoff, and it ain’t as bad as breaking vows

Talk to me boi

Mamma goose, you ain’t have no worries

It’s ‘em Latinas, Caribbean hailed as hotties

He don’t get it right, there’s no such thing as a perfect 10

There’s no flawless curve as a Sunny Leone or sexy Angelina’s pout

Alla that done to prettify, without a doubt

Boi ya know what? There’s no set standard for beauty

I’mma brown to the bone, so what?! dusky is sultry

 Cappuccino, mocha, or a caramel queen

I walk tall, coz that’s how Im’ma seen

White chicks, naw, Imma call ‘em pigmentally challenged, no pun

Boys on ma block not exchange me for one…

Talk to me boi…

Love ain't a race!

She’s up all night, she wrestles sleep

Stickin’ needles in her lids, she’s too hard ya know to weep

She reaches her inked out arm, moonlight spills on her ring

The diamond shinin’ perfectly against her bronze skin

Caught in the waves of reluctance, the clock is tickin’, she’s lost count

She’s damned if she do, damned if she don't

Those hateful words turn hands on her neck, she’s chokin’

As they keep ringing in her ears, “Why did ya come?”

She startin’ to wonder if the pain will ever go numb

Easy come, easy go, he gotta style

‘Do it all, have a ball, onto the next’, a motto that he lives by

Sweet talkin’, tippin’ hoes, untyin’ his sneakers

He don’t care, he’s strummin’ her pain with his fingers

He’s not a saint, nor a sinner

Self-made man, still the damn same, won’t take a blame

She not bother, she waits, she’s got the flame

Coz she’s not one of them, them in tank tops n rolled up jeans

Not a big fan of loud music, nor smokin’ hot scenes

No strangers she’s not for a grind, she’s one of a kind

She ain’t a Rihanna, she ain’t unfaithful, she ain’t love his lies

Perhaps a Beyonce, who sees his halo, knows her savin’ grace

Good girls ain’t no fun, bad girls ain't no good,

Good or bad he’s undecided, a man who can’t be moved

He’s a Bob Dylan phoney, he’s not there he’s gone

His words cut her like a knife, ‘Please move on’

Yet she don’t give up, she don’t give up, she keep up the faith

It's hard, it's alright, whoa she’s gotta will that’s tough to shake

She’s playin’ for keeps down her memory, her love’s a masterpiece

 Moment of surrender at the meadows, he’s fallin’ on his knees
She’s been lookin’ for a lifeline, seems like a lifetime

She's had her answer, love ain't no race, there ain’t no finish line!

Prince on a milky white steed!

She’s a sucker for fairytales

She believes the books she read by the candlelight

She dreamt of her prince in the smoke of twilight 

So strong and steady on a milky-white steed

Without a warner, he appears in a corner

 Tattooing his face in her heart
It was a fairy tale love right from the start…

So the story starts, playful at first

Suppressed smiles, meaningful glances

Countless conversations, doubling the chances

Homies tell her that it ain’t easy

Tell her it ain’t fun and it ain’t for everybody

She ignores what ifs, nothings wrong… nothings right

As she’s lost it all in his face so bright

 She says she’ll see them later, she’s in a fantasy

She runs to her shooting star, her fleeting ecstasy

Age ain't nothing, but a number 

She knows not, he's a taker not a giver

His head so high wouldn’t bend to kiss

She bowed his head and joins her lips to his

He closed his eyes & surrenders to the bliss

Coz they pressed upon his brain as upon his lips

As each day gets better, each day makes her closer

The burning sensation left by his goatee doesn’t matter

 She’s stoned as his passionate kisses get sweeter

She’s trapped inside a prison of mirrors

She’s got no clue that sorrow is nearer…

She snaps back to reality

The truth is bitter, but fairytale endings are a rarity

She turns the music down, touches the sound of silence

Remembers them days as the music faded

Brings herself to say it loud and clear, it’s complicated…

Lump in her throat, she looks the other way
As she decides to stay out of harm's way

Man, he’s stabbed her right in her heart

She needs a transplant, for a brand new start…

Intoxicated lover!

You call me at quarter past two

That’s when you remember, my drunken lover…

You call me only after you’ve had a few

It’s a routine and not something new

It’s not something new…

Six straight shots of single malt whiskey

Nothing else matters to you, boi it’s nasty

You're stuck inside your dogma

And your Karma's getting messy

Damn it’s so messy…

Drunk emotions, loverly words spoken
Too many promises the daylight has broken

You don’t remember if it’s a hickie or a bruise…

Tears run silent, run deep, as you give me excuse

As you give me an excuse…

You look into my eyes and I look away

Coz I know, silence, it sometimes pays

How many more lies will they tell me

I see just holes where your eyes used to be

Where your eyes used to be…

It’s another Saturday night

I’m sleeping with the lights on baby

But it’s alright go online and two time me

It don’t matter if it’s pretty freaky

But that’s just what’s left of the life before me
My emotion grows, but I won't let it show

Even if I'm broke I still won't let you know

No, I won't cry for a love that’s out of reach
Yes, I won't cry I’ll practice what I preach

What I preach damn preach…

Coz there's a door I still struggle to open

I stand outside with a heart so broken
There's a name that still hurts to say

Yet I wait on the road to madness
Playing chords for the stranger next day…

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