Everyone has that special boy or girl that slipped through tha finger tips of lyfes poor choices or tha lack of choices we never made. like to reach out and grab u wen i had u. witin reach. like tha work god spoke. through tha ghetto gospel. another missing love. another thought of u like water in tha tub. when i pull tha plug.... but it dont drain cause tha drain is plugged. u slipped away into a distant memory. were at least tha dreams tha only extacy. were ur lyin next ta me. awake an walkn alone. im lonely. an traveln home c. cause its in tha heart where tha heart is. u will always b my wiz. and stealn hearts dont always have to b a biz. who am i? offer my soul food to tha ones who aint been hungry man! a poets angwish in these battle lands as i lower tha mic stands. turn off tha stage lights lock tha door behind me and tha swollen tear glands...
Posted on: Tue, 27 Aug 2013 05:31:40 +0000
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