Nick Garcia


Commin Home Late - Poem by Nick Garcia

2 regulations ago da b#*ch gotta know how I feel

da $hit is stressful not knowin if its worth it

cut her out peace out dip out

bull$hit comin from da people she know

why do I bother when u comin in da house actin all perfect

I know what u did so stop playin

It aint no game no restarts or do overs

Your done im tired finished wit all ur little $hit

Bleed your blood knowin I would die for u b#*ch

Treatin me like a bum no money and nothing to show

Why do I stay near when I was in fear

Fear of what u’d do come lie to me touch me tease me

Play me talking to me like im 2

Whats wrong wit you

I thought u were suppose to be a family person

Guess I was wrong well $hit hit the ceiling

And now im gone doin what I want

cant stop me cant do shit I live my life the way I want b#*ch

Get off my nuts back da f@%k up

Before I go buck wild take ur a$$ out

U drive me crazy but not crazy in love

Im ova dat shit I can see a million white doves

And never find love

Ur fake to me

Never again not even friends

So peace da f@%k out im out


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 13, 2009



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