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In the heat of romance
toes curled up in excitement
bodies flushed together
as love sweet and tender
embraced so close to each other
the room temp raises
as they peak each others limits
sweaty from the magic
of each others body they laugh as
the love making continues
held so tightly with the
fear of let go
why die for another man idea, why not live to make your own, are we so self absorbed in wanting to belong, that we can't seem to shape our own lives
ain't no nigga can get use to being broke,
nigga get hooked on a wall of false hope
but in the ghetto niggas who hang with you
become closer than family,
this niggas do shit but it is these
niggas that help you cope,
help you from pulling that trigger
or hanging your self with that rope,
i done see nigga cry to niggas
i done see niggas ride for niggas.
niggas lose hope and consult with a nigga,
rep to each other like brothers.
those hands which once felt like home
seems to the the same hands
casting the stones,
i wish i could offer my help,
but your heart is cold
all wickedness has taken its tole
and slowly she breaks
her heart no longer has what it takes
to strive through the night
fragile to touch, sensitive
to words, a broken frame
held up by a nail
no longer eligible
a picture that deserves a thousand takes
a thousand glances no chance for mistake
let me mend your heart
heal your crimson touch
ignite your spark
that was once lost
amount of lust, passion and love
