We're all here bcuz of hormones... But when ur fixed... It's a choice to be alone... Grown n firing blanks shifting with the mix... Rollin solo n countin pay stubs beneath the surface of showin a fake face... Having no need in timing of lies jus to dip in between a good set of legs... I like my sex a bit more personal where emotion comes out to play... Noticing without the attachments pockets fill with the stuffing of a fucked up twist... Seems relations is for the birds as I get life rounded out back to home plate... Feeling the emotion build of the broken back knocked out in which is up next as truths are felt upon the lips... Goin with the spin of time... By the ticks given has what it can't refuse to give... So as for know I hide... For banging the grips of hips jus isn't the same unless smiles work both ways falling in an instant... Luv sits at the fingers on outstretched arms as timing is key for self to be able to show up... Holding on as assets are shared yet money is not mixed... As individuals are not in any kinda rush... The resistance is as real as touch goin numb so hard work isn't spent... Refusing to become once again, a male whore... With a heart that needs not to mend... Knowing there's nothing within me left torn... The dingaling isn't allowed out until what cannot be ignored falls into place... So I can live... Once the minds direction can switch lanes... So who's really mine talking about self like those like me ain't shit.!?
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