hoping it would set me free like a slave running I picked up a pen 2nite hoping that the feelings I have can stop stuntin Sitting here fronting Seeing your face and still not saying nothing I picked up a pen 2nite then wished on a star praying for a perfect world One where moons were big and stars were bright Where love was made Made so beautiful that you had to hold it tight I picked up a pen 2nite As I wrote…. the letters started to form your face One that is distinguished, pleasant, and somewhat complexed Your stucture tells a story Showing hard times of pain or…