Thug Appeal Poem by ash enslow

You got a bad habit of staying out all night
Finally upon return your tired and hungry
From slangin’ beneath street lights

As I sit up and kick it waiting on you, my stomach churns
I don’t even feel like smoking the bomb you left me to burn

Thinking about all them shard ho’s who be hittin up your phone
Hoping your not kickin’ it with girls, if you are just let it be known

Trippin off those stupid things often stresses my mind
But right when I’m about to snap, you gently remind me your mine

Running from police and ignoring red lights
You speed through intersections, while I hang on tight

Everything you sacrifice to some day master the game
I truly hope its worth the lose and you achieve ghetto fabulous fame

So night after night waiting on you
I sit up in moms house being a good girl staying true

Thank you for your trust in me, it means a lot in fact
You can be sure till the end I’ll have your back not pinch your sack

The sex we have and love we make defiantly seals the deal
I guess I’m just a bad boys girl addicted to your thug appeal