This is How i Say it
He was a lonely kid all he knew was the streets grow up in the hood now he can’t do good .
A champ of the night that took life as a ramp, rolling up and the one and only named “Vamp”.
Now this was his glory but let me tell you his story don’t judge too quickly… you might be sorry.
When the night has come you’ll see him when his out.
Look up at the stars, his high as a kite.
But don’t down he might want to bite.
Seeks blood for a reason but only down for season, better catch him quick before he becomes a treason.
The darkness came by a bitch that he trust his life fell apart like aches to dust.
She used a dose to keep him close he sank right down and madness was found.
Got caught for possession for a two year session tough love and aggression got him into depression.
As he meet his time all he had was a dime
Got a part- time job for the Sun City mob.
He had a friend named Valerie that nigga amiga was family.
She helped get better but it took him forever.
Found him a queen, but she was just like him. He felt her pain and both like Mary Jane.
Raquel was her name slicing fools was her game.
She had no fame, but her eyes had a flame.
When they got together… well let’s just say it got better.
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Beonce and Jayz
They run together
Like crime and the streets
Life is tough
Aint never been easy
But we resting on top
Like Kim and conyeezy
I’m his air
He’s my blood
You better build an ark
Cause it’s about to flood
This love is as real
As penitentiary steel
Ride or die
You know we will
Now … I bended some details cause this shit is extended.
But don’t worry my friends this hasn’t ended.
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