(just some words i wanted to leave not and actual poem)....


Truthfully spoken
if I gotta cop-a-flight to Tampa and buy some extra bus tokens
to get to your front door I WILL
because the fact of the matter is that dead-beat sperm donors seem to love us the most when we're horozontally in'sync to Babyface's "Whip Appeal"
but guess what..
we gon let that nigga have one mo laugh since he aint shedding no green
but when I touch down with my Timb's WE GON FIND THAT MUTHAFUCKA and take one for the team..
got my blood over here boiling while I re-READ your words with this frown
switched over to Lynn's piece and got crunk when she said if she had to she'll put that bible down
not for the physcial purposes but because I know that's ALL LOVE
but the inner child in me fights everyday with unspoken emotions because my momma got caught up in that same babydaddy love potion
and even though I hear your pain...I can't say "I know how you feel"
but for everytime you look down in your baby's eyes and see her innocence aside of all the bullshit, THAT'S WHEN I GOTTA KEEP IT REAL!
so FUCK THAT NIGGA!!
you already know that you a Queen draped in roaylity with a bad bitch figure
so take that phone out yo baby's hand
before she fuck around and call the pizza delivery man... (ctfuuuuuu)


you know I luh you...YOU AREADY KNOW!! Timbs vs. HEELS....(you pick)....




(I got a size for ALL US!!!)