I missed the banana boat
never hardly got a lighter note,
when I do
it's from the love I float.
Not the love recieved,
but the love percieved.
I feel that if I show some love,
it will boomerang back,
instead of a hate attack.
In coming bullchit,
most of the time
it's only hate and stupidty that hit.
However the little love is legit.
One out of ten,
especially here in the den.
My azz is frying,
but at least I keep on trying.
Trying to believe in love,
when most of the time
it's always been push and shove.
I have been pushed
off the end of the earth,
been this way every since my birth,
but for what it's worth,
love is my chosen path,
yet I suffer truly from it's wrath.
A path fixed with slime bombs,
duck and dodge the hate that comes.
Praying and hoping for a better day,
as the devil tries to keep his way.
Ouch his pitch fork hurts,
and surely all the hate flirts,
but I'm at peace knowing,
from inside some love is glowing.