Taalam Acey - The Perfect Poem (Live) lyrics

[Verse: 1] I don't need no smoke and mirrors to bring you nearer from across the room And I can see past your makeup and perfume And without leaving this stage, I can accompany you home But that's nothing Because every time you sip your drink, I taste your suffering And I'm not talking about some man who played you, because I play to much deeper emotions like your eyes And even in this light, they can tell me/ whether you're worried if you're raising your children right Or whether you're concerned that you might stay out too many nights Or whether you're obsessed with success/ and stressed that you're wasting your life It's like I'm some circus freak, like/ from this stage, I can guess you're age and your weight but trying to guess someone's sizes and birthdates is fake And what I'm telling you right now is as real as your tears and heartache And I've been around the block enough times to know,/ when a woman has regrets When there's things, she wishes she could hide/ and embarra**ing situations that she hopes to forget Like you don't recognize that ain't nobody in this room perfect/ and your life might just be as good as it gets and you looking at magazines, and TV/ hoping that you could have some famous woman's life Knowing, it would never be worth it for you to pay the price/ and all the principles that you cherish/ are all the values that she sacrificed And me, sometimes known for love and erotic poems that flow like Hennessy/ and hypnotic p**n that even in this room full of women/ could get you hot and warm Like my tongue, when you ain't got nothing but my words and chocolate on But that's a bluff--speaking s** to a room full of women when I know,/ if I have you, then I have enough And my sweetest tasting poem, would be your smile And my most pa**ionate applause would be/ the way that you're looking at me right now And I feel scarred Like falling in love with you could jeopardize my relationship with God Because only the everlasting should be loved eternally/ and perhaps a man and a woman shouldn't love that hard But here we are, in this venue where all these writers come to perform,/ like they don't know, if I have you,/ ain't no need for none of us to write no more Because whoever sees my love for you,/ will already have seen: the perfect poem