Pretty Things

Turned all out to be all these pretty things Turned all out to be all these pretty things I was 19 yrs old strapped up baby on the way We were married she was pregnant just another day Like my father unfaithful it was my DNA Becoming the monster that made my mother run away Green eyes white skin Polish descent Realized my sins are in a sense Her purgatory her karma she lost her innocence I lost my loyalty fucked up misplaced my intellect She blessed me with my legacy gave me my only son My first born my successor her loaded gun Emotional no vest on naked in my skin She's aiming red beam in court fathers never win Gavel breaks the ground Collasal giant falls on his knees crying bleeding and broken down Some scars never Heal become immune to pain Clouded mind no umbrella you consume the rain ahh! Turned all out to be all these pretty things Turned all out to be all these pretty things Connected souls from past lives Energies that vibed I'd swim a thousand skies just to get lost in her eyes Italian roots angelic perfection personified Her soul's like a ocean deep with nirvana tides I'm... I'm... deep in her thighs Flashbacks of us in Ghiza straight demonized She was Cleo I was Ra connected frequencies Connecting frequently Orchestrating the symphonies She was sent for me Let me put it so simply She could be across the world but she still feeling me Addicted to her touch heaven sent a fallen angel Luxurious as f*ck lovely in every angle I lost it all scattered hearts This wasn't art Dark ripping through her canvass and shattered hearts Guiltiness of cheating... miserable sentencing Forever burning my soul never no sympathy Turned all out to be all these pretty things Turned all out to be all these pretty things