Shaniqua McCrae Biography

I can see the moonlight
I can see the street
I can see a man lying there
Bruised and beat
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This breeding ground for destitution
I see deprivation of wisdom
Shunned by none other than my own
Deprived of existence
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The shadowless lover
Who finds pleasure in the pain of their significant other
With a kiss of the lips you taste death
Their grasp unbearable trying to catch your breath
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I feel i love her more than music
Her voice relaxes me
The sway in her hips keep me on beat
And her mind spits the knowledge I need to put this at the top of my charts
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Staring deep into the dark roots of my failure
I look ahead and see my past
Deja vu i relive the terrors of my life
My being lives inconspicuous
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