MY CLANDE

I go through her all the time
Just like a thespian goes through his lines.
She's the addiction I just can't stop,
I try going cold turkey on her
But nothing seems to work for me.
It's funny because I don't really want to stop.
As she seethes in my bloodstream and soothes my soul
I feel alive, more alive than I've ever been.
Starve me,let me go thirsty but don't
I beg you, don't deny me her simple pleasure.
In the words of Dead Prez,
When she hits,you feel no pain,
Because her gains come with no pains.
I feel very deeply about this love,
This clandestine relationship that we have,
But it can never be thought of as a fling.
If Poetry heard about this arrangement
She would be jealous,it would break her heart.
A lot of people have used her and dumped her
But that doesn't matter to me,
She has gained a value with her old age
The more they use her and dump her
The more I love her and appreciate her.
She never PMSs, never lets me down
When I need her, I just give her a holla.
She is all the things I love and more
But don't tell Poetry you heard me say this
Because she would be jealous of my clande...
...HIP HOP

I GOTTA...

I gotta read about how I matter to him
I gotta read about how her life looks dim
I gotta read how the life he never had became my dream
I gotta read how her chances of living are slim
I gotta know why he has to cry for me to smile
I gotta know why we have to go the extra mile
I gotta know what goes on in her little head
I gotta know what made him choose her instead
I gotta see where she comes from every morning
I gotta see if she can swim without drowning
I gotta see if we were made for each other
I gotta see if this could become a bother
I gotta think if the if the insults are necessary
I gotta think coz I forgot our anniversary
I gotta think before I act and regret my decision
I gotta think if they are worth my attention