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Wolkine Stany

(November 26,1991- / St. Mark, Haiti, Elizabeth NJ)

I May Not Be That Man


I may not be the man that u can call your thug
But I can be that providing man that u will love
I may not be your bad boy or your gangster
But I can be a sweet man and still keep u out of danger
I may not be the cutest boy that u would want to date
But baby I can make my heart love u at any rate
If there's a good man in front of you, why wait?
Why not give him a chance if u yourself know he's great?
I am not trying to put myself up, and others down
But baby with me you will find no need to frown!

Submitted: Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 12, 2013

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