I love the way he lights up the room with his laugh and how his eyes crinkle when he smiles. I love how he fiddles with the buttons on his shirt and bites his lip when he's focused. I love the way he moves: his steady walk, the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes. I love the way he treats people and how he makes the best of a bad day. I love the way he loves people. I love the way he loves boys. I love the way he loves me.

Two fight like David and Goliath inside of me,

I can go down or get up and show what I can be.

People only see what they want to see,

There’s another story you have got to read,

Like someone innocent in a penitentiary,

My pen intense to read cuz I slay them but leave them alive

Just to witness the fear in their eyes.

Let them see that I had to suffer,

Like having to lose my brother,

My homie, my G,

I feel like I’ve lost a part of me.

Lost but not forgotten I see those letters,

Truth be told I’m here and still getting better.

Use this pain and use these amazing lyrics,

To defy the laws of physics,

To soar high and keep it moving,

Because my rhymes are so sick, they’re also soothing.

Let this be a massage to your mind,

The fight is difficult but not if we’re side to side.

No worries you don’t have to hide,

Trust me your future will be bright.

It’s hard to trust people nowadays,

Look in one direction they come the other way.

Let me show you a glimpse inside my mind,

To show you this is all not a lie.

I’ve been the butt of the joke,

They lit that match now see me smoke,

On this track like a beast,

I’m the guy you wanna meet.

Been through it all, getting hurt losing trust,

Why does this have to be so unjust.

The purest hearts and minds have it the worst,

They are the happiest outside but inside they hurt.

Constructive criticism, divided schisms, interconnected rhyme schemes,

I can assemble everyone so together we follow our dreams.

Chorus

The fight is a long one to have,

Called life, the longest it’s so bad.

Friends and family, you’re never alone,

Just know how to call, your voice or a phone.

Then there’s me, always on social media,

The type of knowledge they send my sisters, what are they feeding em.

They feeding lies, a disguise, far from our eyes,

Cuz I know these guys, their lies are hidden,

From someone who knows and has it written,

To me, they’re pesky kinda like flies.

Chorus

Now I’m here stronger than ever,

Mainly because of my friends, we made it together.

Never give up, keep pushing and fighting,

Don’t stop the inspiration, keep on writing.

It’s a hard fight especially if you’re alone,

Keep thinking and don’t get out of that zone.

Lose yourself in this life and your music,

This is the only place you’re allowed to lose it

Just you and your music inside your playlist,

With that in you, you’ll never be shameless

My mind was never educated,

school vs. minds is debated.

Mind that all these demons we're facing,

get them out our rotation,

by saying stop all the hating.

On what grounds you basing.

These fights are childish to begin with,

overused excuses like "I plead the fif".

Our greatest leaders never resorted to violence,

what they did was fight them with silence.

We have the power to do what we do,

experience my life "walk a mile in my shoe".

Where's inspiration if it's not coming from you.

My name is Shuvam but some call me shu.

"Be the change you want to see in the world".

keep hold and strong you don't want to hurl.

What about "Turn the other cheek".

Trust me, everyone can be this deep.

I'm in the belly of the beast, trying to survive, he's having a little feast. Deal with many complications, have my body and mind racing. My life got me guarded, Deal with many complications, in a thing i don't know who started. A fire has been lit inside my stomach, making me fight with myself inside, the cerebral cortex I call my mind. No it's not a disguise,trust in me and your eyes, My mom created me, the world forged me into a weapon, some call it a curse, I call it a blessing. was this what you were expecting, You don''t know me, i'll always have you guessing.

I wish you would realize

I am not fishing hooks and empty beer bottles

Or whiskey on someone's breath

I am coconut lime shea sugar

And bath salts and pretty pink things

I wish everyone

Would stop acting like I'm broken

For not knowing how to fix a car engine

Or all the rules of football

Because,

The truth is…

I am broken.

Just not for those things.

I am broken because

I can't wear makeup in public

Or a dress or some heels or tights

For having extremely broad shoulders and facial hair

I am broken,

But not for the reasons you think I am.

butch girls with green eyes

have a long history of

ripping my roots out

slamming their

tectonic plates

into mine

transverse sliding

finding their way

between my hips

paralyzing me

knocking over buildings

and leaving me

trapped

alone beneath beams

of headlights

bright to the point of

blur

to the point of X-ray vision

radioactive burn

to the point of important things

crunched unknowingly

beneath feet

leaving cracks in me

leave me making

armadillo promises

of jelly fish

of stinging nettle

I will never be.