Saturday, January 23, 2010

City Streets Forever Imprinted by the Paws of a Bitch..

a few strolls down boulevard lane can leave you wondering whose the one playin tricks.
Dimes come a dozen so collect that change to catch the train but don't be too late because you can't switch from dicks to a kiss. These lips can't be touched too sacred like the tomb of Nefertiti.

my treasures been discovered and marketed for the highest bidder but this only seems to get my spirits to the lowest giver because to give me "one night in paradise" in the back of a Hyundai cant be what the princess means by the one great high, when ur prince sweeps you off your feet to live in the sky among the royals but i get smacked down to earth to get my place planted in soil.

slept on the street last night cuz my gaurdian said i didnt make enough for shelter, feelin like a lost puppy diggin outta trash cans n man! this shit aint for me! but imma make this money honey cuz aint shit for free!.. thats what they keep tellin me.. so i open my mouth so the boss man can feed me...

feedin me lies of lust of what i do for him, to him, for him, love him?! no!... i've been to the scums of the earth but to trust you with my heart would be a new low,..... so mister.. i gotta go