My Blood
My blood is within me, My blood can't sin me, My blood can not hear me, but my blood can feel me,Your blood is not my blood, my blood knows me best, My blood rise and it lowers, it keep me warm during the cold summers,My blood is from my mother and i can feel the sensation of my mother anger when she is mad, My blood doesn't like colds,My blood is pass down to the next door, My blood will find some love,My blood will take care of the little ones.
By -S3xyTr33s
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