When It’s Cold Outside

I’ve decided to re-post this song because it’s cold outside and I rather enjoy it. For those whom it may concern I have about six new songs and two rap projects I’m currently working on and hope they translate into new blog posts. It takes time for the osmosis of linguistics to transpire into greatness. Or, into something I find agreeable enough to post. Recently with-in the continuum of time I found myself lacking the beads of sand in a hour glass needed to press words with efficiency.  I am random incarnate and will finish what I started.  I bleed nursery rhymes in real time to attract women that are fine.  Have a wonderful day and may the WORDS (force) be with you (Insert inspirational emoticon here).

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Sit around and think about the month of may

When it’s cold outside

Lost in the patterns of snow flakes

When it’s cold outside

Try to find away to forget her name

when it’s cold outside

Dream about the love we used to make

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

When it’s cold outside

Breathe against the window pane

When it’s cold outside

The glass becomes a canvass to paint

When it’s cold outside

Her fingertips moved by her soul create

When it’s cold outside

The sun reveals an heart shape

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

Blamed it on the good ones

Blamed it on the ones that got it right

Blamed it on the good ones

That’s why I’m all alone tonight

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Anthem of a Microphone

Anthem of a Microphone

When the world hands you lemonade
Drink it
Don’t over think it
Cause it’s the little things that matter
And when it comes to laughter
Indulge in the natural epiphany
The chemical balance of creativity
Spontaneous in the essence
Of a well timed presence
Imagination is the foundation of power
Those who fear words
May one day become cowards
To feel the strength in this ambition
To spit mad diction
To grip the mic tightly
To make an audience show up nightly
Back to the basics
It’s time to look in the mirror
And face it
I believe
In the oath of the trees
In that warm breeze
In the randomness of a smile
My soul
Becomes freed
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