Its My Time

Its My Time
C.L.I.P.S

Friday, March 12, 2010

Poem #2

HeartBREAKRoad
Funny how you broads just continue to creep, as if we some geeks, another niggas scent in the sheets, Gettin'em weak, now its time for bitches to flee(flea), No pest on'em...Yall niggas different from me, No stress on'em...Cheatin's just in they gene's(jeans), No sweats on'em...So stand for what you believe, Protest on'em...Even though she keeps u high. Illest Reffa, Excuses comin up short. Realest Keebler, No matter how much you love pussy she still a cheater(Cheeta), So to accept and still believe her, Is to egg on. Basket to fill up Easter., Its best you let her go til she learns her lesson, Or let go mirror style. Thats for her own reflection, get the steppin Ms.Sorority. No Exceptions, Pussies the road to death we better w/ no direction, So if you find a good girl you should hold her tight, Cus girls hearts getting colder than a homeless night, Just cus she pretty Dress nice and she so polite, Dont mean she cant leave you w/ a Broken Life,

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