INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

He's ready to fall in love, he wants to settle down, But he's lying to himself cause he gon'  mess around, Cause he's addicted to the city and the bright lights, He's in love with early mornings and even later nights, In the club, at the bar, sipping on his drink, Staring at the pretty girl in the bright pink, She looking like the next girl he wanna take home, She already putting her number is cell phone. But it's a number that he knows that he won't call, Cause if he ain't hitting tonight, then he won't hit at all, He finds himself stuck in such a vicious pattern, That if he met the right one, it probably wouldn't matter, Cause he's been in the game so long that it's all he knows. A wife is terrifying he more comfortable with them hoes, But he ready to fall in love, he's ready to commit, He laughing in the mirror, like that's some stupid shit... So let's take another shot let's push it to the max, We t...

It was summer, the sun was hanging in the sky just as lazily as I was as on the ground as we walked down the strip at Venice Beach, shades on our eyes, smiles on our face. There's a particular wonder about Venice Beach, a kaleidoscope of walks of life all meshed together, harmoniously getting along. Perhaps it's the sunshine that makes this place so peaceful, or maybe it's the frequent marijuana shops posted along the boardwalk, who knows? But the calm of the afternoon was idyllic for a Saturday. We walked into our favorite watering hole with handshakes and "hey how are you" floating through the air over the noise of the crowd and music humming from the jukebox. The ice cold beer received a chilling welcome on such a hot day, the first one disappearing all too quickly. I can't be sure if I was simply thirsty or excited to get drunk and see where the booze would take me. About a half hour later and another beer down I stepped outside to have a cigarette. ...