baddest man on my block

no one ever noticed
the baddest man on my block
he didnt drive the newest car
he didnt have the biggest house
so
no one ever noticesd
the baddest man on my block
he didnt have the hottest chicks
he didnt wear the newest clothes
so
no one ever notices

no one ever knew that
he woke up at five a.m.
no one ever knew
he owned his own business
no one ever knew
he came home everyday for dinner
- then went back to work
no one ever knew
he had a very happy wife
no one ever knew
he put three kids through college
no one ever knew
that mr brown had to be
the baddest man on my block

we admired the flashy dude
that went in and out of jail
while mr brown had a hustle
deeper than drug sales
he went cross town
and escaped his old block
just to run his business
then come back to his old block
mr brown wasnt leaving
even though success was in his hand
mr brown said he stayed
to be and example of a good man

but no one ever noticed
the baddest man on my block
we were all to busy
trying to be something we could not
cause mr brown would forever be
the baddest man that this block has ever seen.
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

Touch

awaken by thoughts of what your whisper would sound like at 2 in the morning
its
2 in the morning
and i'm still held captive by your touch
trapped by temptation
i want to
hear your whisper dance across my ears
leaving my soul searching for sweet seduction
i patiently wait and listen
hoping to hear your words stroke my ego
as you say
baby
are you sleep
and in my mind i scream
yes
no
wait no
i'm not sleep
i'm laying here waiting on she
i mean you
confused only by the moment
i
am still held captive by the feeling of your arms
wrapped around my waist
and your breast
pressed against my chest
and your lips
caressing my neck
i wonder if i'm still dreaming
but i pray that i'm not dreaming
because i
allowed myself to let go at the slightest touch
and if this is a dream
waking up will shatter my soul
i
am
caught up
by your touch
trapped by your smile
and
captivated by your caress
and now i listen for your whisper
at 2 in the morning
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)

40 yard dash

late nights
led to a mornings full of deciept
waking up
draped in unfamiliar sheets
franticly i searched for answers
to unasked questions

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
so now i'm
running against the sunrise
unable to figure out
how i ended up
trying to out race the inevitable
last i remebered
i was engaged in
careless conversations
but somehow
painting pictures of passion
and talking about relationship problems
over a pitcher of
what ever had the cheapest price
left me
seeking comfort in
unfamiliar places
and now she is apologizing as if i have over stayed my welcome
but she can never understand
so
i
try to think of a lie
that wont sound like an excuse
or an excuse
that wont sound like a lie
or i could just tell the truth
how i fell victim to
brown liquor, brown eyes and brown skin
because
i cant run any faster
the car
wont drive any faster
the lights
wont change green any faster
the clock
wont move any slower
and the sun
continues
to rise

you said
dont let the sun beat you home
but i
only went for a drink
my heart needed an escape
and my day was out of control
i
never
thought it would be a race
but you said
dont
let the sun beat you home
(quiet da artist/copyright 2007)