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It Is Up to You

Can i be the reason you randomly smile? have yo thoughts flyer without hand em out
or postin em up, im a locksmith, so without the key to yo heart i can open it up,
find my way thru the nooks and crannys of yo mind and install my thoughts
download me into your memory back and see if the deposit can raise interest rates
then escape, but yet remain on yo brain givin it a deep tissue message
with stimulatin conversation as the oil.... oooh what a refreshing fragrance
just take it all in, you know the deal, im goin all in, i wear my heart on my sleeve,
diamonds on jewelry, don't typically club, so i guess that you dig what i have in my hand
and spades trump all, with no Donald, just love seein you smile no Ronald,
so how can i have you more happy than the meal with the toy inside?
if you feel like you know you missin something, i just want to fill that void inside
you should listen to the voice inside, the one that tells you, No! its sayin no don't fight
because you have the right to Love,
and to live life and love life and love living for what you love as you love living your life
so one side of your conscious is living loving spite
and making you think this No means no you don't get to live for love, right?
well its wrong, or definitely not right, so maybe that thought should get left,
just take it away like a thief in the night
and im moving into play right now, im better than Mr.Ocean and his whole crew
so imma take it away and replace it with somethin of my own like Dr.Jones would do
and hope that there are no booby traps, cause i just want to get to yo heart
beyond where yo boobies at, such a cute face, but i want to know yo mind
thats where i define that yo beauty's at
and i want you to know that you deserve to love, and if you want to,
you can tap into my reserves of loves and it will have you comin back
like somethin reversing but, thats only if you want it cause
its not somethin i can nor would force upon you, just something i want to loan you
so you gotta give some back....so what you gone do?
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Submitted on July 21, 2010

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