* dedicated to Zoe Kravitz #ZoekissTony
* dedicated to Migos, Handsome and Wealthy
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lNyCSeO3BM
“Then when Mary was come where Jesus was, and saw him, she fell down at his feet, saying unto him, Lord, if thou hadst been here, my brother had not died”
Go see the Mad Max movie yall, and tell Zoe that thejesusmetaphor sent ya!!! #wooooooo!!!!
+---------------------------/Your Love, No Stone
Zoe, my soul decays in Bethany,
finally succumbed to loneliness-
that dreaded black plague of the heart-
and all my earnest erstwhile efforts to
win a woman over are now eulogized forever
(the rejection and pessimism I bore
like a procession of mournful townsfolk
and kin to my tomb)
as rotted and rancid flesh, once a man,
that repeatedly failed to find love.
Oh I wish you would beckon my spirit away
from this netherworld of melancholy
as all hope floats away on the River Styx
of my resignation to singleness; wrest
me away from Abraham’s bosom
and the warm and heavy clench
of his embrace of finality!
If only you would look at me
with those dark enchanting eyes
that echo God’s voice from another world,
paean of salvation by hosts of angels upon
your Virgin birth, flitting your braids as if
casting out demons of
doubt and rigamortis.
My desire for you a harried and
fretful sister weary of loss
clasping your ankles, drenching your feet
in tears begging for sympathy from her Savior,
the other sister pragmatically arguing
that just one kiss from those seductive
lips would have saved my life.
Your tattoos are evidence
of recalcitrance, a disdain for natural law
that flouts all expectation
of conformity – that radical and
countercultural sexiness
that can incite passion within a man,
and raise his longing from the dead.
Oh just speak to me baby, tell me
you are here to abolish the pain
of the past with just...three...words....:
that my affection and fervor will be
like blood dispersing throughout
a cold cadaver running towards
you ripping off the graveclothes
of every other females’ cruel intentions
to destroy my romance.
All I want is to be alive again
and hold your hand…
as the crowds walk past the stone
and stare at the place the dead
was laid.
(Zoe, guuuurl...will you kiss me? #ZoekissTony OH BAAABBYYY!!!! How do you feel about that? I WONT KNOW HOW YOU FEEL TILL YOU TELL ME!!!! So please tell meh!!!! :)
----------John 11:39-45
Jesus said, Take ye away the stone. Martha, the sister of him that was dead, saith unto him, Lord, by this time he stinketh: for he hath been dead four days. Jesus saith unto her, Said I not unto thee, that, if thou wouldest believe, thou shouldest see the glory of God? Then they took away the stone from the place where the dead was laid. And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me. And I knew that thou hearest me always: but because of the people which stand by I said it, that they may believe that thou hast sent me. And when he thus had spoken, he cried with a loud voice, Lazarus, come forth. And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes: and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go. Then many of the Jews which came to Mary, and had seen the things which Jesus did, believed on him.
---Handsome and Wealthy Lyrics
[Hook:]
I don't know why I came in this club with you, girl
Don't know why I came in with these diamonds on my chain
Surrounded by bad bitches I can't get 'em out my face
Maybe cause' a n* handsome and wealthy
Is it cause a n* cook like a professor
I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I won't know how you feel 'til you tell me
Is it cause a nigga handsome and wealthy
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Is it cause I'm a star
It maybe could be my star status
I got my chain and ring
My Rolex watch it got 50 carat
It could be QC or even maybe it's me
It could be that 4 hour flight, shopping in Beverly
What's on your mind?
I'm not Ginuwine
Ain't tryna spend no time
I know my b* she so fine
But I don't know what's on her mind
Gotta pay that cost to be a boss
I put on my Louboutins playing golf
Young n* walking with Nina Ross
I'm dropping the bombs like Viet Cong
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Takeoff]
They say I'm picky cause all my b* exquisite
I'm in some vintage Givenchy smokin' a Philly
The dope that I sell is the purest
The junkies they hit it, they scratchin' and itchin'
The flow that we killin', the flow that we spittin'
My nigga you know we invented it
Dripping in St. Louis, I'm a lunatic
I'm a Migo but my b* an immigrant
I got the boot but no Timberland
I am the plug, you the middle man
I never leave my n* starvin'
You n* mistake me for Marvin
I got 15 bricks I'm finna drop
In there right next to that carbon
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Offset]
Is it my looks or is it my wealth?
Or is it the way that I carry myself?
Let me know I need some help
Don't keep that secret to yourself
B* be saying I'm acting funny cause a young n*got a lotta money
She lookin' at me like she want somethin'
Can't give her nothin' but a couple hundreds
She sucked up on a nigga, tryna give a n*kisses baby girl you trippin'
I don't know how you feel can you tell me
I know why you came
In this club tonight
Looking for a n*that's gon' change your life
[Hook]
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