For the most he was so called in love with his girlfriend but he couldn't leave me.I was just his little shawty who held him down in the streets . Why he was itching for the juice.I mean not being his only hurt .But when he gave me hugs and bout me things ,Shit I wasn't tripping .I was saluting to see who wanted to bang as he sold cocaine on another man turf.I was trying to protect ,sweat him ,when he cheated on his girl and his last side bitch left him.I don't know man I was just in love .Falling for a guy who had nothing going for him but to be a fake GANG banging ass thug .
I guess I was looking deeper in them dark brown eyes ,chocolate skin ,and smile that light up the world .It would make a grown woman cry.I don't know man I guess it hurted when he was back with his girl. He knew I loved him ,he was my world. He still told me to never leave cause he loved caressing on my curls.He liked me having his back and always being around .Even to shoot a iffy ass nigga when he sold weed on another mans ground . I told him I was the best for him we could leave this life but he couldn't leave her again. I just had to suck up my pride and fend . Later on in the relationship he said he couldn't do it ,So he just kept on stressing ,and he was starting to ruin . While he was with her he was flexing showing gold chains watches ,necklaces ,and diamond gold rings .With me I was to busy on him getting his life back together ,being a good man ,having fun ,and most of all progressing .
I don't know man I guess he didn't really find me that deep till the day my poor baby lost his life in those grimy ass streets.
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Love after dawn.
Poetry" Can't find intimacy on these streets.Thats why you always have a shorty on your side to show you what love is ,because baby these streets don't love you."