Wednesday, August 12, 2009

The first block

Wake up, my feet hit the pavement
The cigarette hit the lips
Gets wet....
Start walkin
You want too
I'm not in the mood for talkin
Yeah I said things I shouldn't
But you made promises
You said you keep
But when I found you wouldn't
Being with you I couldn't
No I won't back down
I won't apologize
A bitch like you
Can't take it
You usually swallow guy's
Just face it
My pride
You'll never taste it

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