I knew him as Tommy and he was a friend of mine.
She was his golden reason but she whispered all the time.
His world revolved around her; she chose me instead.
It took a .44 revolver just to get it through his head.
Her name was Jasmine Lynn; her skin an olive tone.
I paid no rent, wherever I went, she was my only home.
I waiting on her backsteps and I'm believing that I'm sain.
She walking down the steps and can't remember my name.
I knew this snake ....
"I knew this snake named Pastor Dwight the afterlife his game
Basket filled with honest money
Nose filled with cocaine.
I recognize this kinda crook, they ain't afraid to die.
I hope on Judgement day I get to watch this camel try."
©cheetah
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