Chiseled Masterpiece Illogic & Blockhead (Ft. Lionesque)

[Verse 1: Illogic]
She’s a temptress, exotic mistress, unknown origin
She’s molded with purpose, perfectly proportioned
She’s chiseled masterpiece from head to tippy toe
She’s energy embodied easily, I eased in slow
She’s soft talks, coffee sips under moonlit sky
She’s long walks and foreign trips that slipped my mind
She’s but a moment in time, a precious grain of sand I held in my hands then after the wind, hard to find
A mere memory, my thoughts won’t escape
She’s love tempting me to recycle mistakes
She’s a dove with clipped wings
She’s an example of potential untapped and lost in the song she sings
She’s only an ink blot on the page
Precious poems penned and personified on stage
She’s dark eyes, dark skin and dark hair
She’s all lies, I fell prey to the petrified stare
A lost chapter of my book
I only gave a piece of my heart, the rest she took
She’s deceptive, trust, used lust as a spear
She’s manipulative whispers that still pierce my inner ear
She’s fear bled, each tear shed, I hear splash
She’s near death and still yet, she just laughs
She’s politics, religion, the other half
She’s obvious, all her predictions they came to pass
She’s a yesterday that echoed
She’s wilted rose petal, I need to let go
She’s a tomorrow that died, but she’s life to me
The living history I cried