I'm learning
I'm learning not to expect too much these days
False promises and no conviction walk these streets
Talking the talk but stumbling on the walk
Thinking u float with a cynder block around your cock
Your a downgraded thot
Your word is not bond and I'm learning not to expect too much these days
A shame we use to put words on our mothers not knowing being down for opp is a motherfucker
Saying i ain't too proud to beg.... for false promises and body pounding weights of consciousness
Nauseating gin and juice tonic
I'm learning not too expect too much these days
Face down ass up....that's the way we've been fucked with ignorance to silence our solace when we want to raise the roof for our youth...
But I'm learning not to expect too much these days
Expect the unexpected they say...time is of the essence these days while your learning not to expect too much these days.
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