 | My homie smokey
Smokes weed every morning,
He got sum bussines going
He has been locked,
Now cops are on his block,
Holding him tight,
Telling him to stop,
Is just this fear I have in my heart,
By looking at my eyes you could see the pain I hold inside,
Tears falling from my eyes,
Rolling down to my cheeks,
I can't even breath,
Seing him leave,
Without saying a doubt,
It makes me frown,
It's just falling apart,
His life is rough,
And it ain't no fun,
His leaving me behind,
Going bak to those bars,
How can I explain this
To his mom,
If his just a thug,
Now whos gonna give me a boyfriend hug,
When I'm feeling lonely,
And at night feeling horny?!
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