You sharpen your words
To take a stab at me.
But what you think ain't me.
I keep it real.
Like veal, I'm pure
come take a
Tour.
Look at the scars love tore.
Look at how I hit the floor.
Look how I sore like never before.
See me falling towards Temptation's lure.
See me whole.
See me torn.
See me born.
See me morn.
Watch life make me horns.
Oh Lord I'm sorry but my heart's
So cold, I got nothing.
I can't feel no more.
All I got is scars and sores.
I murdered Cupid at his door with a 44.
My money talks.
I can't move my lips no more.
Nothing in me for bitches and whores..
Empty. nothing in me no more.
We talk then we talked some more.
But no body is mopping the blood off the floor...
Come take your stab at my sores.
Come and unlock my doors.
Look at my joys
Look at my horrors..
Look at everything I said before..
I got one foot on Earth, one foot off shore.
I'm judging like it's been told before
one shot from the 44 killed one and effects 4.
Mistakes I've made before.
I thank God one time and I thank him again.
That I haven't gotten to see my end.
©CarlosMOcrela
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