… i can't see'em comin from my eyes, i gotta make the verse cry.. can't hold this pain staining my brain, so I gotta make the verse cry…
… their she goes as i said hello my names fuego, smiles of her face ending late night convo.. thoughts of us walks in parks the talks inking in her visual, traveling huge towns.. the sights, the tours, encoring more never sore or left in frowns.. sexy, independent, intelligent intellect, own money own thoughts what man wouldn't want that.. won't take a dime from me, every thought of her is how it's suppose to be…
… i can't see'em comin from my eyes, so i gotta make the verse cry..