and what should I call you?
tis the peoples view that drives your name,
and the title that stands by you.
categories and genres divide,
our bond to reside, inside
our hearts prizes, dies
from lies, of the minds, that believe hate will rise,
so who am i to,
claim your love like they do,
if i’m hated then its spiteful.
and theres no man who I idol.
high praise to the one true,
Shout wagwan ta all my yutes.
who support my love, my Juliet.
whose to say are bond untrue.
oh my Juliet...
O my love, my heart, my Juliet,
tis the passion that is our glue,
and the sun burns to reflect.
fear not we will connect.
an eclipse can’t block our set.
all non believers and negative minds
will soon be laid to rest.
My heart tells me I can reach any height,
My actions tell me its only a matter of time,
My team tells me 8th republic is the light.
And niggas hate me cuz i marked the game as mines.
Green taint the masses
Fashion devil marked my glasses,
i’m lavished with hells ashes,
replenished when cameras flashes
why O Juliet must we lie
next to hell’s eye
to feel your loves warmth
I guess time will speak to our endeavor,
the worlds our audience, the stars will sing our number
live now, work for the future, let history rest and remember,
O my heart, my Juliet, my love its forever.
-Zaafir Love is...