The Money or The Love

I strive for perfect in a world of imperfection and my ex girl believes the only time she got affection was when we were sexing because when it was done it was back to the block where me and my crew was flexing now around here a condom isn't the only line of protection being used and me running in the streets gave her the f'ing blues until one day she made me choose the money or the love what would you do I looked her in the face and said we need food and this is all we can do I'm sorry but I do love you she looks at me and says I use and I hope you get the bigger picture before someone shoots but what she fell to realize her presence was the reason my being her face the reason for my seeing and laying next to her was the only thing I've ever looked forward to now that your gone I'm alone since my heart and souls has left with you I've grown numb to the pain to the point my skins bullet proof so don't worry about me just know all those late nights were for you

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