Cupid's Dodgeball Game

• • The thoughts crossing my mind
    Id rather you not see
    But since they're written on my sleeve
    I figured it ought to be
    Shouted from rooftops
    I've got the fan base of biggie and tupac
    Minus a few shells
    Not trying to bring sand to the beach
    Not trying to preach
    But frankly
    Lately
    Im just sick and tired of anything 
    That bleeds for more then 3 days at a time
    Im not crazy or out my mind
    Im not being rude or unkind
    I just can't seem to find one that I don't wanna go OJ on
    Maybe it is me that has the midas touch
    Everything I want and touch turns to gold
    Frozen and imprisoned like my emotions
    Im tired of their comotion and noise
    Banging tin cups across the bars
    Im damaged yes im scarred
    And that wound will never heal
    It just keeps getting bigger
    Im surprised I don't have gray hair
    The way im stressing this situation
    Well that's the complecation
    Its more then a situation
    More like an attempt at erasing
    Anything else that matters
    But im left so incomplete
    I think im going to be this way 
    For the rest of my days
    I sure can't be a man of God
    Cause I am not gay
    No intention for me to offend
    Lets pretend that was skipped
    Like how I skip through meadows
    See a pretty face and trip
    I land right on my face
    Lets retrace this
    I want to replay it
    Like the missed field goal in a super bowl
    Played over and over on ESPN 
    Someones having fun at my expense
    Cupids laughing his ass off 
    Watching me dodge arrows when I don't want love
    And some how forgets to play this dodgeball game when im alone
    I feel it
    Spring is in the air
    Yet my heart is turning cold
    I defy mother nature cause that bitch needs a new rag
    And I can't stand her mood swings
    I really think you all are bipolar 
    Or at least you made me 
    See I've been thinking
    Lets avoid eachother
    Stop all contact and means of communication
    I bet you ill have less need to relieve stress
    Its gotten to the point that my lack of need or want of sex
    Better yet fuck it Im no big fan of it
    And now I don't want it ever again
    You guessed it id have test tube babies
    Cause lady you drive me crazy
    Listen lately I've looked
    But no one booked 
    And it just got to a point where I needed nothing more
    Then a long night on a cold floor 
    After a long sweat
    From beating the shit out of a punching bag
    Its sad
    But guess what
    Im smiling
    I've got money minutes and less need for tyleonol
    Plus more time for me
    Trust and bleieve that will be time well spent
    Getting drunk and bent and counting sheep or cows
    Peace I don't want to hear from you cupid aphrodite