"Sweet Bitter" genre: Hip Hop
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	From the upcoming Listener album "whispermoon".
	CD: Whispermoon   Label: N/A Credits: Written by Listener, Beat by Dust, Cuts by Dust.
	Lyrics Verse 1: Now, some of yall will probably call me a mommas boy, when really I'm just partial to niceness. And some of you insist I don't exist until I'm deployed to start my journey and gain likeness. I'm just happy to be alive. I'll swim around in my world not occupied of what lies ahead or outside. Discover my thoughts and grow. I'll eat and sleep when it suits me or just kick out to say I know. Eyes closed I pray and smile thanking whomever for her beat. It's what keeps me going, what keeps me growing until her eyes I meet. I want to be whole, I'll be the best one ever born, when you see me I'll know you understand. I learn stuff every day and I'll be so proud to show you let you hold my hand. We'll go through it all together. I want to say thanks, thanks for caring, sharing your body. Thanks for taking the time to give me life, thanks for daring your health, and treating me right. It's you I believe. You don't have to tell me, I know your nervous, I feel your pulse move through me. Calm down mom everything's gonna be alright, I'm not ready yet I see some light whoa... I don't know what that was but I was wondering what you're gonna name me. Ouch...There it was again it's starting to hurt, and I don't want to know how pain feels. You gotta make it stop mom, make it stop. Verse 2: Well, obviously I'm pissed. I look down at you and see the empty shell of a life that you wanted to miss Your a theif. Took from me the ability to walk and breathe. I hope you burn. What gave you the right to take the life that you gave? I won't get to run laugh or love, won't get to have fun. I hope you become a slave a prisoner to your own conscious. I would have been so smart. Would have made you proud we could have hugged and kissed but now... I'm here living my existence in a place that's so much better than what you could have given me. Whomever you are mom I guess. I still hope you'll join me and escape your captivity. Leave your lust for death where it began festering from poison breath. Speaking conversations of question and hatred. Searching for the tainted truth at any cost debating. Whether or not you should have, but you just don't have that luxury now do you? Shame and guilt hover over you like a hat of ill fitted mesh smelling from years of abusive love. It's that very means to an end that got your casual ball rolling, stumbling struggling like water fighting the cold. Old dismissed faces like ghosts skeletonized from lack of nourishment. Haunts you to tears and boasts your good nature. Pounds his chest because he's taken your innocence, and in this ironic twist of fate you've taken mine. I still love you though.

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