there's no welcoming mat at the doorstep anymore... feet need not trample where they do not belong.... there's more than bills that need attending to inside... home isn't jus some place to live when dipping in luv's sauce... the door is locked n only the real ones have a key... true friends n family that share the same flow of needs n wants... as the windows are covered so those who drift off cannot see in... life here is a lil different than where most come from... our back yard gathers smiles when gatherings open the gates... we enjoy the time spent without the harshness of the outside world beating it's way in... backs are watched as trust is the factor of self being accepted as is... feeling a worth whether it's morning or night feeling safe from the hatred of loose lips... in here there's a friendship on all levels that means something to us... loosened to cut the fuck up at any given moment jus bcuz we can... free from the bitterness others posses that spreads like a disease... we're family no matter the situation we so happen to cross so step off if ur what we call a hit man... trying to invade our ways that makes sense to us that need not be explained... tears here are comforted from compassion until hope finds it's feel... together we evolve to gain a more enjoyable life... n we are not in need of an intruder so about self claiming to be real...
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