Byron Cornell Ford II Poems

I could be the addict, if you'd be my fix
My niccas gon call me mattress, str8 soft for this chick
Id fly home tomorrow, take off for this chick
Katrina stole her home, you can hear the loss in her lips
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Sittin under the mistletoe waiting for a freakdance
No vision to them 'I miss you hoes' not lookn to revamp
Shawty on that Pee, me being HerMan is a wee chance
All my playas that practice know BALLIN! is what we chant
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When days drag on & on
Just grab the knife it'll be quick
You contemplate this over and over
Mouth the barrel then you won't have to face the world
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Doves flying through the sky
High, High, in the sky
Looking down upon that Black Bird
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Lost Love...
Shall not be forgotten unless it was unwanted from the start
From the start
I mistreated the one I swore I loved, I tore her apart
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No words for love
her madness drove my mind into clynical insanity
Got me paranoid, looking over my shoulder for them men in white suits
and could you truely blame me?
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Living on this earth
Don't never expect peace
Babies living to die at birth
Leaders turning the other cheek
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I live to die.
no lie
Lies kill dreams in the same breath that pushes them out
Gasping for air
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See I used to be so in Love with you
Until I found out you were a BugaBoo
Yeah I did want you to birth my baby
Until I found out your good looks came with something crazy
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Tears fell from her face
Her face now drowning with tears
She told me to leave the room
I was the cause of this teary monsoon
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