Hmmmm
i'm running, but that don't mean i'm hiding from somebody, i'm just tryna get my shoes dirty - see, daddy gone & he been gone..for a long ass time. daddy #1 gave me life & rolled out, he running to. probably on the other side of hell if you ask mee..& daddy #2? he's immortal, he has no feelings. he fucked me & left. he said "shannie, you ight, you always going to have the shoelaces to my oxfords..you the only one that tied my shoes real good..you aint gotta worry about the next shoee..wee only resting.." but I wasn't born to rest -- i'm not hiding from nobody, but these walls aint giving me room too breathe..so imma keep running, & not go home. not even if he tells me to..not even if he sitting on my bed w/a giant condom on, keep running. caus maybe he'll realize.."damn, that girl has lungs.." you know? & so i'm sitting here thinking..& i'm almost crying writing this..cause this shit really hits home..
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