INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

These are Innocent Thoughts of a Guilty Man, I swear that I'm trying and, I swear I'm not lying and,   It's just hard to hold on to love when you have one hand, Tied behind your back, and you have your fingers crossed. You wanna tell her where you at, but you can't because you're lost. Lost in the city of angels where you watch the sun set, And then hit bars on Sunset where pretty girls ask you questions, About the life that you spend when you on set,   And you trying to get her to undress out that pretty little sundress, The one with no bra showing, the one where her skin glowing, We both act like we not knowing where this whole shit going, Now this is just this moment try not to get attached to it, we just do it. We never slowing down this is steady movement. These are bad conclusions, these are all illusions, My mother asking me questions that I can't answer, I ain't figured out the cure to this life, single man cancer, Where all I do is hug models and ki

He sat in his fancy hotel with the fancy view of the fancy city completely exhausted and doing like most of the world, wondering what the year would bring for them. He questioned everything. And those questions only lead to more questions, and very few answers. What did he believe? What did he want? What was achievable? What should he give up on? Who should he give up on? The clock was getting louder now... the clock of life. He thought about the night before as he was out celebrating the end of one year and the start of the next. To his left, his best friend and what will likely be his wife. To his right, two young, beautiful women, giving eye contact that suggested there were things to be done. He could try and pretend that this was a fork in the road, as if it were really a difficult choice for him. He was who he was. And as much as he admired that other road, as much as he pretended to want it, and sometimes not pretend. He was always going to turn right.  With a bitter joy he danc

She told him he was the villain. She said it so concretely, so certainly, that he was sure it was over. That they had reached the end. He thought of all the movies he had watched over the years and the conversations he had had with people where they saw the character so differently. He realized he was now in that story and he was now that character. He saw himself so differently, so completely opposite from what she must have saw. He wondered what stories she had told to her friends to make her, them, believe that this was indeed his role. He quickly tried to play back all of the scenes they had acted out looking for the evidence she surely had that he had missed.  "The villain", he asked?  Hoping he had heard her wrong. But indeed she said just that, and repeated herself to boot.  He thought to himself, he was never mean, or ugly, rude or untrue, hurtful, nor a liar. Sure, he had made his mistakes, gone left when he should have gone right. But he good. Perhaps not always the

I haven't been writing as much lately, yeah I know I've been gone, But you gotta understand, I been all in my zone.. I been focused behind the camera and I ain't talking i phones Went from seeking production to producing my own. Look how he's grown, from producing college plays  To screen plays about wild times back in my college days Not in it for a minute we not focused on going viral, I want forever in my content so I'm making sure that it's vital. Leveled it up, made sure that the levels was up,  I get a high every time I tell em picture is up, I pictured this up, and put in the work to make it here... So don't act surprised when you see me take it there. I dig deep within my feelings, to give you what's real,  And you make so much effort to pretend I ain't here,  Overlook me and underrate me, go ahead and hate me,  But if you haven't noticed I been killing it lately. I got 38 scripts and I treat em' like 38 clips, Locked and loaded and r

Late nights sending smoke signals through my instagram, To let her know I'm back in town just to see the fam,  She see em' and... think about dipping out just to breathe again... Slip away from him to be alone, just so that she can respond,  And I just wanna put a smile on her face but I don't have the time... Crazy to think that the only thing keeping yo wife from becoming just your BM Is me having an ounce of integrity and a desire to a better man... Even though I had her heart when I was rocking Letterman's That young sweet boy who would even write her letter's and.... Skate to slow songs where I would hold her hand.  Normally I seek trouble on the double so I can jot it down, Making scripts out of real things that I live around... But this is one story that I can't indulge for the sake of it,  Can't go around breaking hearts just to make a flick.. But what a story it would be if I came in to the picture, like what a plot twist,  Like who is this? Audienc

I've been 30 seconds from homeless and 60 seconds from famous, That's how wicked this Hollywood game is, what yo name is? Who you came with? You got a link? Well let me see ya work. You gotta deal yet? Aight bet, let me see your worth. Even the homie told me it's about time you get your blessing, I wonder if he can see it in my eyes the way I'm stressing? Cause it seems like I been down forever... Walking around town with my head down like I've been down forever, Took the leap anyway and told myself it's either now or never... Standing on the edge wasn't getting it so I took to the clouds to see it better And I'm not sure if things wings work but I ain't hit the ground yet, My Auntie threw me in the water and I ain't drown yet. I'll write it, direct it, edit it, perfect it,  Re-shoot it, new music, re-boot it until it's selected. And I don't really care if you don't re-share it or act like you ain't hear it Or pretend that I&#