You are a dark horse I can't ride, when my lonely needs denied I can't set my morals all aside, sharing love that holds no pride. Other men saddle your passions stripping off your hooker fashions in an endless tithe
This is a collection of collaborations w/ me, Colonel Denton & Muhammed Aqib Jamil w/ full permission by all of us to release them to various music sites, Enjoy
Lyrics
You are a dark horse
I can't ride,
when my lonely
needs denied
I can't set my
morals all aside,
sharing love that
holds no pride.
Other men
saddle your passions
stripping off your
hooker fashions
in an endless tithe
but my soul it
would be haunted,
by what you face
each day undaunted
and all those many
nights you've cried..
Once a young girl
cruelly hurled.
destitute into
a world
of prostitution
cold and bleak,
occupying each
street corner
smiling... though
your soul's a mourner,
selling pleasure
week to weak....
Pimps like fattened
pustulence holding
all the pus that
stains mankind,
stealing your
earned cash unfolding,
robbing each of
their slaves blind.
In an occupation
draining
many years out
of your lives,
while the act
of just abstaining...
Just might someday
let you thrive,
living to be ninety-five.
Potters fields all
hold the remnants
of some parents,
daughters essence
long reduced to bone,
and though you might
serve some lonely gents
left un-handsome,
forced to rent
all the loves they've known
there are psychos out there
seeking you,
with ways to steal your
dreams pursued,
perhaps it's time
that you go home.
reclaim the family
you once owned.
No more a
young girl
who was cruelly hurled.
destitute into
an ugly world
of prostitution
so cold and bleak,
No longer haunting
every corner
smiling.... though
your soul's a mourner,
selling pleasure
week to weak....
It's not a sorrow
I can seek.
ArtWhisically Yours Studio
Matthew f. Blowers III-(c)-2015
