INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

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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 ...

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...

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...

  It's like we're trying to out run responsibility, Stay a step ahead of old age.. Not quite ready to leave the party... Not quite ready to turn the page... So we hide under the disguise of vacation, We wrap ourselves in the cloak of a trip. So that we can get high off of the sensation, Of the adventures that await on the strip. Stability is our only enemy... Chaos we court as a friend... To know exactly where it is we are going... Feels like what it's like to already be at the end. We're quite happy to be here in the middle, Not the beginning but still plenty to go... We don't know it all, but yet, more than a little.. We've left plenty to remain unknown. What's so good about moving forward? So grand about moving on? Being grown up is where death marches toward, In the middle is where I belong.

  Starting to realize now nobody gonna love me like my first girl, What a tragedy that I did you the worst girl. If I knew then what I know now, Then I would know better than to go out and wild out. Love seems to be better in hindsight... All the right answers seem to appear after we're done, right? Or better said done wrong, look what I’ve done wrong... Looking at old pictures is like listening to love songs. Way after the love’s gone, it turns out the crew was wrong, Knucklehead niggas telling you you gotta get out more, There’s plenty pussy in this world you just gotta get out more, Had me thinking I was missing something, Like I was doing it wrong by not getting nothing But most of pussy I went out there to get, Be the same pussy I came to regret. But old fools were once young fools, And I got fooled good trying to do what the young do. It seems that time teaches heavy lessons, The weight of past decisions have a brother stressing Yeah I was the man on campus, Used the art buil...

  Still, still attracted by the bright lights, City life seems to be my one and only steady wife. Committed love crimes and I've been sentenced to the single life. Rather that then to be one of these masked up brothers living double lives. Nah not for me that seems a troubled life. Rather tell you the truth and hurt you than to live a happy lie. Still, still that love look good when you see it. Baecation photos for the gram so the whole world can see it. You the last man standing everybody else done got on bended knees, Last one in the city and they ain't got time to come and see. Too busy planning new homes in new neighborhoods, That kind of cul-de-sac love where you know your neighbors good. Still, still dream chasing yeah I've been running and running, They ask sarcastically how it's coming, it's coming. And when I hit I won't forget who was in the cheer section. Late night messages of encouragement and affection. How you still down for me even after the way ...

  It's crazy to watch, to see it all happening right before your eyes... I've managed to watch young boys become men... players become fathers... party goers and bar hoppers become home depot shoppers and PTA participants. I've witnessed the strongest of men become fragile, and weak. The most independent of women become dependent and sedentary. What is the point of this circle of life we all seem to be engaged in... the experience of our very own existence within the circumference of birth and death... what is there to be learned? What is there to understand within it all... I stare up into the cosmos of all that is and will be... all that lives underneath the sun and moon and question the why of it.. the how of it... we live forever and yet we live for a moment... moment to moment... collecting each like lightning bugs in the summers of our youth... These moments that build us and define us... whether it's the young black English teacher that hands you a book that wil...

  Cutting people off like the sleeves on my old shirts, Begging for your approval took away from my self worth But I put in the self work and dug deep to hit newer depths Long time friendships can proceed to increase unwanted debts. If I was doing this for y'all I would've already quit Good thing is I did it for myself and kept on doing it... Putting too much energy into trying to seek the praises Of those who wouldn't lift me up when my spirits fade it's, Not a sad thing no I feel elated, slightly jubilated. This should be celebrated, look how far we made it. Fork in the road and you gotta decide who you gonna eat with, Life is a journey and you gotta be careful who you move your feet with. I neglected good people who only wanted to adore me, To chase the love of those who would rather ignore me, Do nothing for me, look upon me poorly But this is not a sore me, no this is me soaring. Like a child shouting "Mommy look what I can do"! That's how I been cons...