I Used To Love H.I.M.

I met this boy, when I was eight years old And what I loved most was the stories he told He was old school, before I was even born Never knew throughout my life I’ld miss him and mourn On the regular, discussed oppression and stupid pigs Not about the money, it was deep, his love I dig But I respected him, he hit me in the heart A few LA girls he had boned in the dark But he was there for me, without sex he took me to ecstasy He would come through and then, looked into my eyes when We just cooled out, and I listened to his voice Sitting on a chair, he ran his hands through my hair Evidently we were meant to be, he was made for me Because we related physically and mentally And he was fun, but he stopped coming around Nothing pops though, hip hop is no where to be found Original, pure beautiful and down music Boy I tell ya, I miss it I used to love him... I used to love him...