He wears a gun on his hip, robs to get,
Starts shit to define his hardness and you're attracted to it.
Sag his pants to his knees,
Gang bang with the thieves.
Only focus on his needs, beat you down but you don't leave.
Talking about you love him, he never says it back,
Only says it when you give it up and then you get attached.
You hate feeling this way,
He runs the streets also lays down in other girls sheets.
Comes back to you and goes to sleep.
All throughout these weeks you could see through the lies,
Everytime you bring it up he blacks another eye.
This feeling becomes too much,
So while he was sleeping you got the gun off the counter,
Shots heard all over the neighborhood, you just stood over his head
No tears, no emotions were spread..

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