rubber
(poems go here) kissing is a habit
sex is a game
guys get all the girls
girls get all the pain
a nigga says he loves you
you believe its true
when your tummy starts to swell
he says to hell with you
10 minutes in pleasure
9 months in pain
3 days in the hospital
a baby without a name
that baby is a bastard
her mama is a whore
this wouldnt have happend
if the rubber wouldnt have torn
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