storytelling
Sitting in this church these people guak at me like alligators in a congregation.
Their eyes herd around me like antelope or alpaca around grass.
But I'm a barracuda amoungst my kin in my mind so I'm mentally charged like a battery.
These haters fly around my mind like a group of bats clouding my mind.
These words are painting for you a mental tapestry.
I'm just storytelling like a bunch of crows are flying about me
I'm not trying to charm you but I'll fly loss like a bunch of goldfinches at a high altitude.
Tell me why these people judge like they judge mathis.
I'm no mathematician but I can still add up the math in this.
If one hater meets up with another and they stare me down that just equals more publicity.
You can all point out false flaws when yours are like a building to mine.
No land mines but you might wanna watch us step in this life one wrong step open mouths will end ya life.
A soft mind is like a golden compass directing you.
And an evil heart becomes the hand to the dart that tries to hender your progress.
threads loose minds stoney hearts bring in hating times.
Don't judge others when your life ain't together.
Yea I'm sitting on my phone in church.
But is this church or is this a gallery for priceless arts that are trying to make it.
Cuz all I see are uneducated critics trying to displace it.
I'm not evil I'm not even lethal I'm just telling it how it is.
How is it that from the way someone dresses we dub them unfit and unequal.
If a man wears tight or slim pants and pays attention to his outfits he's gay.
But why can't that man just be a man who love to pay attenetion to his appearance rather than being gay.
Is fashion a crime or is it something everyone is entitled to expand.
Tell me why is it that a man with a careful posture and eloquent words must like another man.
Is it not fair to ask rather than assume cuz my friends if you assume.
You'll find out that some of these guesses are wrong.
(Extended)
Why must I be labeled gay when in reality I'm in love with a specific way.
But by the end of the day and the begining I see and dream of girls.
I love females not men.
Being with men will never give me no satisfaction.
I love the smooth satin skin of a female and the personality as well as the body that of which can't be replaced by anything.
Don't assume I'm something I'm not because.
Of a way I behave.
I'll tell you this one night I'll stroll ya girls way and when u walk in you can say okay now I see the truth the fact of the matter Nate's not gay.
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