somethings r crucial words have to b said
honestly they spew out as if it could b no otha way,listen while paying attention did u notice
i cannot stand the way it's played.
dont like games cuz i neva win,what about pool i run the table , yet everytime i play my cards it seems right,constantly losing at gin!
or bingo,***** that chit,i neva won nothin but i told my cousin she would eventually hit the big one,i heard her scream it across the continent. i dont like to win maybe thats it
im a class x loser who jus loves to flaunt
tried so very hard to pass u all this blunt

i have a secret and i must say it quick im so mutha*****in serious u could not even stop this chit,i want this lady and have i alwayz wondered can she hear me,then so long ago i wrote a poem and someone must have heard thee.

im used to being played tis all part of the game
im sick of the words im tierd of all the pain
usually i dont tell on myself a tru gangsta keeps the hidden amongst himself
but i will tell u like it is in case there was a time when u stared into my eyes
u better hope u r her cuz i made it very clear
maybe i should say her name,yet people call them selfs perhaps to how they feel
i was once told im so mutha*****in angey must b i dont like being played like a biatch they did not teach us how to react to that type of c r a p while i was embedded in the streets
it is all about respect
have i not earned it?
to have a woman come @ me with some sort of mockery,does one not know if it is not whom this nigga right here will end up in the pen,oh the highlight of the century.

im all about my bidness,my anger derives from mutha *****as playing my feelings
i do
i jus wanna keep it real
how can u trust a screen,even in my face i wonder what is the point unless there is put forth action behind things said,it is useless
jus ride on out and put it in the bag
i am ghetto. from the depths of the gutter
it made me who would i b if i would have came from anotha.we all change hopefully for the betta what am i to do if i refuse the noose
these thugs im telling u my tears fell to the roots my seed is in my leaves. y is it all about the chedda and not the cheese
y r these lips so loose the plates say unbridled spirit, and i say to you jus read.


think over everything.i can live with anything but i refuse to b played so dont drag on the game jus to keep it alive. b true b urself
if not i say f u c k you and i loved her til the day i die.

p.s. to elaborate i am angry.so very much.lemme try to explain it was not~in love,oh it was the lust.i call her my wife,oh could it b,do i deserve to b played,i fell in love towards the end of the game.i would rather walk away keep my mind sane than to think someone took advantage of my faith,left me wet and rode hard,
what is that word i am searching for so u will come to me,let me know & it wont b tommorow or even the next day i am so finished,i kno its all for the show.one day u will realize nothing could b so innocent nothing so pure,and i will b gone something i never wanted you to hate God for.

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