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May 5, 2002
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i just wrote this...i'm sendin it to my ex-boyfriend in jail...we just broke up after 2 years....feedbacc in appreciated...thanx :classic:

Fillin my mind with game and lies/
i closed my eyes and felt like i'd rather die than to ever have to say goodbye/
it took me awhile to realize/
i could no longer compromise/
told me you where a real man, but nigga, youre more pussy than in between my thighs/
i cant cry but i got these swollen tears in my eyes/
i'm feelin like Faith, you get no love, but you mustve been Biggie cuz you had me hypnotized.
Now there you sit, mind scrambled in all your bullshit/
all i can do is spit, hopin it hits you in the face and drips off yo bottom lip/
makin me wanna flip on some violent shit/
dig my fingernails in yo heart and licc the blood off my fingertips/
succin the red juice from my cuticles, enjoyin every sip.
Bitch, you less than dirt to me/
it would do me no greater pleasure than to see you bleed/
we used to talk about the baby we would conceive/
everyone warned me but i refused to heed/
now we will never be/
you gon' wake up one morning and see that its me you really need.
Maybe one day you'll come to the realization/
i was prepared to give you me without hesitation/
i gave you my heart now i'm filing my resignation/
for the 2 years we were together you gave me 24 months of agrivation/agitation...dont you understand hun?...i was in love to the point where i woulda gave you my left foot if you aint have one/
if youda asked it woulda been done/
cuz i still woulda had the right one/
get it? Hmm..obviously you didnt/
cuz anything triflin you coulda done to me you up and did it/
and i cant forget it.
Start livin wit yo mind and soul and not yo dicc and semon/
put ya dicc bacc in ya pants and quit pussy feidin/
most importantly put god on ya team and start truley believin/
in fact you got a lot of growin up to do/
i'm sorry if i interrupted you/
or abrupted you/
even though i'm younger i couldve instructed you/
constructed you...into a real man-grown and mature/
but all that fixer upper husband shit i couldnt endure/
i need somebody with a soul thats deep and a heart thats pure/
i'm sufferin from a broken heart, tryna find a cure.
This is a wound that i cant heal in a month and some days/
i loved you but now my heart is scarred and grazed.
I coulda been ya misses/
puttin down my dependance/
givin total interest/
took my love and singed it/
i'll no longer defend it/
no more hopes to mend it/
all i have left is my vengence/
and my own independance/
i'm not gonna cry over you, can die over you/
when i get up and walk again i'm not gonna so much as sigh over you.
This glass heart is broken and shattered in a million peices/
so heres my thesis-i think less of you than i do my own fesis/
all this anger on my heart, i'm gonna release this/
i'm stop searchin for love and try to figure out where peace is.
I used to think you were too smart, too intelligent a man to be classified as ignorant/
but you took the word discernment in my eyes and disfigured it/
showin me that you'll diss and never earn the female youre meant to be wit/
you locced my soul in your hands, i think its time i free it/
that silly ho you want me to be, i can never be it/
that life i saw for us in the future, i can no longer see it/
the ability of love when you was caught on ya riff/
but i dont want it bacc, you can keep it, accept it as a gift/
i'm gone now, your punishment is to wonder for the rest of yo life...."what if?"
 
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Thanx to both y'all....i'm doin aiight, it helps to get it all out on paper and send it tha muthafucca tho! But thanx a lot for the comments...now that i know my style is appreciated i'll be postin some more.
 
May 5, 2002
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So i sent it to him last week and i guess it pissed him off....i got a letter bacc yesterday tellin me that he had fucced my best friend 3 times...once in MY room, once in his car and once at her house. That hurt worse than that song coulda hurt him...
 
Jul 12, 2002
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Like superman I fly high up in the sky
Pulling out gats to make sure everyone dies
Name is Dead Body Baker reppin the siccness
Kill everyone you know straight up with the quickness
Only holding on axes and really sharp knives
Seems when I hold on a weapon Im always taking a life
So bitchmade hos step up to get whats coming
When I pull out my nuts I know all of are humming
So bow to the baker and understand I am god...
And oh yeah I forgot....FUCK THE LOTUS POD!
 
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WOW!

Damn girl, all I can say is WOW! Thats some shit. I like where you said "Imma stop looking for love and try to find where peace is" Thats deep ma. Keep it up and use this time to write all your emotions out on paper. Writin will keep you strong and a couple years from now you'll go bacc and read this shit and be like damn, he wasn't even worth the pain.