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I Still Love H.E.R


I met this girl when I was 12 years old And what I loved most she had so much soul Misunderstood chick; didn't know bout her much She struck me with her voice and blew me with her touch At first I was skeptical, but she pulled me with her spell She told me she could teach me, that she had a story to tell As I grew older, I wanted to get to know her more She had an aura about her that made you want to explore Turns out she was from the streets; a New York girl She had messages that would spread all across the world One day I stared at her, saw she had some bruises She got hit by the naive and attacked by the clueless But I grew to love her, I wanted her to be my queen Loved how she abided by her motto, C.R.E.A.M And even though the cracks in her were easy to find I loved how she lived with the New York State of mind .................................................................................................. There's only one thing that I always need you to know This girl may be flawed But I swear that I'll never let her go And as long as I live My love for H.E.R will forever show ................................................................................................ Me and her decided to spend more time together Whether I was healthy, or feeling under the weather She loved telling stories, and I loved to listen When she spoke, I'd get struck with tunnel vision She told me stories about "that thing," and pulling triggers Told me stories about love, and to look out for gold diggers It made me see The Light, and how it was Common Told me about how It Was a Good Day, not many understood our jargon Any time I was depressed, or fell through hard times She would always be there, made me feel better with her rhymes She was amazing; beauty personified Some say she didn't want to be saved, but many certainly tried She didn't discriminate; color wasn't an issue Because like blacks, others lived the Hard Knock Life too. I'll always love H.E.R and she'll always be there for me She lives by her acronym which stands for Rhythm And Poetry. ............................................................................................................ There's only one thing that I always need you to know This girl may be flawed But I swear that I'll never let her go And as long as I live My love for H.E.R will forever show
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