Um...why is it that the thing that hurts you most can also give you the great pleasure... You know that the pain is wrong not right... But being gone for just a minute seems like forever... You convince yourself day by day that this is what love is suppose to feel like...
You could never tell my story the way that I can...
The trials in tribulation were never pretend...
Std's pregnancy, and a aborted son...
Watching my pain rise in fall like the sun...
"Use it or loose it "was what my girls would say while they brag of the doe they got that day. Decribing there ATM's body to a tee, laughin gigglin making fool of me. I was only 16 didn't no much about a stick, but the decription of the pain just made me sick.
His appearence is one of a greek god built strong, carmel and ready for war. His eyes dark and deep with distilled sadness of a past life he once knew. His hair the color of coal and flows down his shoulders braided in a patteren of skilled craftmen ship.
Damn.... I need another hit!!! For this isn't the kind of drug you smoke, gargel or spit, but the effects can definatlyt be applied. It's that drug that sends your body into convultion, and you yern with passion in emotion as you let out a long cry for more.
The sun rises and sets everyday upstate for a hustler it’s never a new day just a repeat of yesterday with a short nap in the middle. Darkness never seemed so bright while light was darker than ever. He knows that today is his release day!
You ask me from behind steal bars on a cold telephone once every week Are you holding it down, keeping it tight, and not getting caught in the streets?. I tell you yes as I always do because I know you already know the truth!