Crush

I look at her when she looks at fancy cars And think i gatta make my dreams work I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love And i thought damn i gatta give a love like this I look at her as she looks into the stars As she conceals her scars within I look at her shade a tear of days of crying I look her tear herself apart Cause the system hasn't been fair The system has torn and torched her Butched her dreams... And fed her fear I look at her though from a different perspective I see more woman in her smile A strong big hearted being With the ability to make the universe sing String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine I see fine art in its best form And this all i see from a distance