Whenever you will walk through my door,
And see me on the floor
Don't say a word,
I don't need your verbal letter.
Your mouth is better for other things.
Instead,
Light me a pop roll,
So that i can smoke my big regrets
including you.
Lets sit and laugh at our past
not so funny experiences.
Lets get carried away by the hype,
and fly as high.
I just want your silence
And none of your violence in heart.
Because,that's what ghetto is all'bout.
©yuvie
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