maH famiLy

heY heY hey
iN a bLink of an eye
i got married and gave birth na
hahaha
weLL in oUr worLd i did
a speciaL hi aNd heLLo
to daDdy CUSOME n baBy CUBY
froM MomMy CURTI
ingaTzz
LaBshew
and
muwaah tsuP
aLL im waitiNg for now
is a 24 karat diamOnd engageMent rinG
mY new 2 beDroOm coNdominiUm unit
and that aLL expense paid trip to euroPe
care oP CusOme
u make piLit piLit nga Cuby
tnx tnx tnx
kahit na shoRt tyM pa Lng na nagiNg cLose taung tatLo
miSs u boTh badLy na
kidnappiN nyO nna ako d2
ahehehehe


hehehe
i said it once and i say it again
gud thinG insanity is not a siN

"Vincent"

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

FroM my psychoLogicaL and psychotic minD
LiteraLLy da soNg is sayiNG dat
here is an artist
a great one at that
and yet no one tried to understand him
dey even criticized him
no one tried to appreciate him
da beauty and magnificence of wat life has to offer
that he portrayed in his works
and now years after
his works are worth miLLions
and are considered to be masterpieces
and for the artist...
wat more cud we do
he no longer lives

now wat does dis teach us
like wat i always say
capre diem
seize da day
live ur day as if it wer ur last
show credit to whom credit is due
do wat u can finish now
say wat needs to be said
u never know wat may happen
den u'LL end up regreting
for not doing sumthing
wen u cud have done it long ago