uggghh
Another day with no mother home, no food in the house, and boredom.
VLAD I MISS YOU. Good thing you are on your way back though? i think?
I love you guys. Simmons i'm sorry if i did anything wrong because you weren't talking to me the other night =(.
Somethings got to give ,pull me out of these chains
make me a woman who will never take the reighns(sp)
Don't make me sick from your rather suddle words, don't carry me places when we are in hurds
Just go, get what you need, take everything including the weed
Sniffing it up, sexing it up, needing more money for my "special" tea cup
Pass the lighter, light me up, take a puff burn it up
Another customor leave you mut, it's time for me to do my strut
You got the goods?
Give it to me ho! I don't have time to wait so slow.
She sniffed it all up herself looked at her family picture and laughed to herself.
Then she thought was this the life i wanted? How did it get this way? The she felt woozy and started to sway. Blacker Blacker. Can't see and that was the last you heard from she.
This poem has nothing to do with my day or life or anything it's just something i was thinking about
drug addicted hookers who only have sex to pay for their drugs. Constant cycle, it's rather sad if you ask me.
VLAD I MISS YOU. Good thing you are on your way back though? i think?
I love you guys. Simmons i'm sorry if i did anything wrong because you weren't talking to me the other night =(.
Somethings got to give ,pull me out of these chains
make me a woman who will never take the reighns(sp)
Don't make me sick from your rather suddle words, don't carry me places when we are in hurds
Just go, get what you need, take everything including the weed
Sniffing it up, sexing it up, needing more money for my "special" tea cup
Pass the lighter, light me up, take a puff burn it up
Another customor leave you mut, it's time for me to do my strut
You got the goods?
Give it to me ho! I don't have time to wait so slow.
She sniffed it all up herself looked at her family picture and laughed to herself.
Then she thought was this the life i wanted? How did it get this way? The she felt woozy and started to sway. Blacker Blacker. Can't see and that was the last you heard from she.
This poem has nothing to do with my day or life or anything it's just something i was thinking about
drug addicted hookers who only have sex to pay for their drugs. Constant cycle, it's rather sad if you ask me.