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[ThaChozenWun]

Write a little somethin from the male perspective

Taught the manners of a man and keep her well respected

No necklace, no brand names she'd still be happy

Through the storms and the rumors bet she still will gladly

Through the fire with the boy like a steel mill factory

Everything was hollywood, no rain and no pain

I held her down she was addicted, I was cocaine to her brain

Without me, without her, the teams aint whole

And she understand cause we both had a dream and goal

No failure we stay standing when the seasons cold

And all that jealousy there no reasons for

cause if that start, then a nigga gonna leave the door

Sure enough when the pidgeons took notice

You quit bein you and the bitchin became focused

I tried to show you better but the fixin became hopeless

She call be back now and then cause she itchin for a dope fix

But Im not there to answer leave the chicken feelin dope sick

Leavin me messages, "how you gone ignore me for months"

This aint a love story its a story of love

Im full of life, but her, when she in sight she play dead

cant understand that its on to the next like Jay said

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

late night rendezvous

favorite spots whats the news

"Male seen with female walking to room 502"

meanwhile on the cold side of town

wife is needing and greeting my past

the tedious task of being a a loving husband

never heard such words spoken in a world of chasing

lacing and passionate kisses

living a persona i truly can't shake

she waits by the door

while she walks towards me

in the satin robe underneath lust unfolds

favorite meal on the kitchen table

laying her poor head listening to the sheets moved by tears

vaginal tears and wearing it down

i'm on a roll and shes out of control

also shes in a personal hole

my favorite hole as a whole

her's not really the best

test of patience and insistence

smelling unusual smells on me

never sniff before

hours later i lay in a puddle of semen, sweat, skin cells, and guilt

she lays in pleasure, leisure thoughts, and financial gain

my wife lays in sadness, content, bitterness, and many opinions

pick one before its too late...................

 

[VSOP]

before its too late

shes a dame of the jealous type

screamin "move to the left" but I couldnt cuz she was holdin me tight

holding me right when I was really doing wrong

she told me at night

she knew all along

found numbers in my pockets

stopped checkin when she found a thong

used to check my phone to see who I called

noticed my ipod was steady on Jodeci songs

but she stayed with me cuz she said it was her fault

all the talk

the bitchin about bills

the fridge isn't filled

the kitchen's a mess when I took her out to eat 5 nites a week

she's spoiled

i started ignorin her months back

..I can't remember the last time i even fucked that

i got a pretty lil thing on the side who doesn't always scream "wheres the money at"

i do me while doin her

then I go home, go in the closet, grab a shoebox and hide the hundred stacks

and hopefully my wife won't come across them...

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

if she do, then my plans are grimm

picture me spending on a divorce papers

plus the labor of paying for a silent behavior

a simple deal to avoid major violence

shes on the ignore tip

"food is in the frig, by the way tell ya bitches i say hi" shit

i wonder whens the breaking point

will she snap any minute when overtime becomes time to get busy

lizzy and stacy plus tracy on my iphone

smiley face texts because chicks like the gesture tone

once again left her alone with condoms latex

shes bored of waiting and playing the safe bet

open the closet door and scene three next

the box with the stack and a picture of my mistress mistresses

scene four clothes on ground from 3rd story floor

begging attempts like jungle fever minus the spike lee glimpse.....

 

[Tupacfan]

minus the spike lee glimpse
your caught up in the mix
in the heat of sex
with not one, i lost count, i think it was six.
obviously she's hurting,
don't make her comit suicide,
you wouldn't wanna see her in a hearse,
let all them broads disperse,
And play that psychological reverse
before they become your curse,
Let your love be immersed in her
while temptation lurks with bitter sweetness
no more sneakiness, I'm the witness.
evaporate your love essence while she still present
for she once lacked your presence
In reference of your unfaithfulness
let down your defense and see whats next
before she leave you with a quick text
Or else you'll be spitting regrets....

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

sighs and plenty of thoughts

no redemption for the actions committed

i'm uplifted by the affection of lust

but crush by touching another

driving to my crib reliving every moment

the strokes and the smell of my mistress forbidden distress

i think its time to end this suffering before cardiac arrest

fix up this mess and confess to my nasty ways

keys open doors

note on the floor

out with the girls

give my regards to your whores

the ring is on the table

cheating ways leave a good thing scorn

by the way your brother says whats up

and he'll take your place

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

 

[Tupacfan]

She said it, enough is enough!
She done had it rough,
all this for a quick fuck with some muts
she said you can't even nut
Because you stay fucking different cuntsShe says we aint made love its been months
ouch!
I wonder if brother has been smashing?
soon ya'll gon be clashing
Its gon get nasty
why so shiesty?
Thus creating animosity and future autopsys
and several dichotomous
you should had just remained anonymous.
By now lessons are learned or should be learned
you don't want you or brother sitting in a urn
now that your relationship has been dismantle,
and has been confirmed,
question is, what's next?

 

[blackphysics]

Question is, what next? Divorce court
Instead of using my second head,I should have use the first one
Acting like a headless horseman
Now Im feeling hot under my collar
sitting in the devils courtroom
Cause I know on the outcome Im gonna lose
While Im in the seat of the defendant,my shitty lawyer got me feeling defenseless
but what am I defending?
I can't pretend like I was innocent
The judge looks like Judge Hachette
If my wife chose a Judge it Probably be Judge Ratchet
Point the gun to my head acting like its Judgement Day
By playing God for practice
Anyway, the judge verdict is...

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

guity by all means

future looks grim for thee

especially the situation thats brewing deep

within a good thing gone bad

shes fucking my brother, empty house,

and my conscience is boggling

inspiring to kick his ass

but the task isn't all that cake up to be

driving for hours and heading off to huddle house

drinking coffee and the waitress is flirting with me

really its not the perfect time

speaking of which fast forward tomorrow

she comes in without a bit of sorrow

i'm in the room near the bed that i find myself neglecting

she smiles with a bit of disrespect

but the tears of "damn why this cheating bastard don't get it"

i regret but find myself with a Dr Manhattan cold sleeve

remorseless and non believing

deceiving i rejected but never neglect

the regret of burning a good thing yet

she leaves with her things and my brother is outside

the ring gets thrown in my face with saliva

i'm getting pissed off she about to run off

fist to cuffs across the face

we fight and the door opens.........

 

[Tupacfan]

The door opens and let's out a sound of pop pop pop

the sound of your brother's 40 glock

he busted in and caught ya'll fist locked

he missed target and made ya'll come to a stop

c'mon p, why can't you just get up and walk

forget all the stalks

your a ticking bomb ready to tick like a clock

leave the situation to a halt

remember it was your fault

your feelings are on a riot like LA Watts

your throat is feeling like a knot

just let it go and quit thinking of the time you tied the knot

obviously temptation you sought

now you can't handle it when it's hot

all the lies and cheating has come to a stop...

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

spot on my neck itching

to the triggerman

my brother from the same mother

try to shoot me

never seen this in him

he use to be under me

looking up to thee like a king in the castle

long gray beard and a stallion to saddle

now he's taking her and i really could give a fuck

tell him to put the pistol down

my time will be out of luck

its not even worth the short end of destruction

plus first 48 be having a dude shook

and white folks out here already calling cops to report crooks

enough with the scene take her and book somewhere

I don't really care I lost her and shes gone bad

the experiences I had it could result in something sad

like giving up is hard to do

Donny Hathaway because eventually I'll be missing she

and she will be fucking you

so just leave and put down the 22

he agrees and leaves with my lady

ride and die with me since the age of 15

K Swiss shoes and guess jeans

me rocking new balances, guess jeans that's tight on the ankles

but baggy in the legs

and a Coogi with the fresh fitted OH BEHAVE

bumping DJ Clue and fucking in my benz

the haunting thoughts shall begin.....

 

[Tupacfan]

it has begun
nightmares of vivid images of your brother and your once lady
creating a baby
the retailation of her is real shady
But every action is a reaction, some just crazy
Which has you mindset real hazy
This isn't amazing, more of dazed and confusing
nothing to amusing
all this using and emotional abusing..
this shit is quite alarming, see this why I'm disarming
forget all that charming
the body is starving for non of that harming
and I'm out this piece till ya'll feeling calmly...

 

[VSOP]

Question is, what next? Divorce court

Instead of using my second head,I should have use the first one

Acting like a headless horseman

Now Im feeling hot under my collar

sitting in the devils courtroom

first off-props on those lines

I had to read that shit a few times-Genius!

lets roll.

I'm feelin calm like a rock in the sun

my brother got with my one

took shoots at me

then his shots got him a son and made me an uncle

his nickname that I gave him is "FUCK YOU"

the reminder of a drawn out soap opera that kept playin

I was never told it was over and kept goin back to her like I forgot my stapler

time passed and I'm an ass for takin so long to get back

babysit my nephew with some duct tape and a ski mask

hold him for ransom until that bitch gives my shit back

my big screen

my ps3

everythin she took from me

actually everything he took from me

my brother that is

motherfuckin bitch

and the fucked up shit is she slept with him because she thought he was me because we're twins....

 

[Tupacfan]

thought you guys were twins is her now excuse

All along this broad had me confused

all this bullshit is now been diffused

see, its not her that's wrong, its also you

you choose to fuck other's and hang with the crew

And she choose your brother from the same mother

Sorry are the words she quietly utter

while your sleeping in the gutter

she' curls up like a catapillar

and forms into a coon and turns into a buterfly

freeing herself she flutters by

As time keeps passing you by..

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

moments later a distant June

laid up under a roof of a bar for a few

drinking things thats killing my mood

the spirit within thee is sinking Christian- Full of Smoke

cocaine to numb my thoughts of suicide

especially flicks that i tend to hide from thought

bitch doing a porno with my brother

pictures of skeet dripping down her cheek

with a smiley face embracing the moment

kissing his pecker while the letter says HI

fucking up my high I vow to not try

trial is starting soon within a month or two

dutch in my two fingers and my other palm on the scotch

bartender bartender please give me a lift

so i can flip out this bitch and go on with my bitterness

lady comes by me with the wink

eyes slurring to the melody of her face

she laughs and the sounds of it resembles hyena groups

room getting fuzzy and my words are few

arm to arm fuck session room 202

wake up next to a woman of fantasy

sheet pulled off...sur motherfucking prise

HEY SISTER OF MY EX

close my eyes and continue to lay next

plot in my dreams of whats to come

torture goes both ways

revenge is so fun

 

[Tupacfan]

Revenge is nothing nothing nice,

I sit here thinking while chipping on this ice

is real p going all out like kimbo slice.

This cheating and forbidden love has ya'll enticed.

On the white throat of the' useless passion

That scorched her soul with its burning breath

you clutched your fingers in murderous fashion,

And gathered them close in a grip of death;

For why should I fan, or feed with fuel,

A love that showed nothing or something but blank despair?

So your hold was firm, and your grasp was cruel--

You meant to strangle it then and there!

You thought she was dead. But with no warning,

It rose from its grave last night, and came

And stood by your bed till the early morning,

And over and over she spoke your name.

Its throat was red where your hands had held it;

It burned her brow with its scorching breath;

And she said, the moment my eyes beheld it,

"A love like this can know no death."

For just one kiss that your lips have given

In the lost and beautiful past to her

she would gladly barter your hopes of Heaven

And all the bliss of Eternity.

For never a joy are the angels keeping,

To lay at her feet in Paradise,

Like that of into your strong arms creeping,

And looking into your love-lit eyes.

she know, in the way that sins are reckoned,

This thought is a sin of the deepest dye;

But I know, too, if an angel beckoned,

Standing close by the Throne on High,

And you, adown by the gates infernal,

Should open your loving arms and smile,

She would turn her back on things supernal,

To lie on your chestt a little while.

To know for an hour you were her's completely--

Your's in body and soul, your own--

you would bear unending tortures sweetly,

With not a murmur and not a moan.

A lighter sin or a lesser error

Might change through hope or fear divine;

But there is no fear, and hell has no terror,

To change or alter a love like your's.

 

[REAL_POETICAL]

remorse and forbidden torment exile my darkest moment

born again scorn all over

luck is non existent...four leaf clover

laying in the room next to the woman i took life of

suicide, sicko thoughts, and restless movement

stench of the body rigamortous goes the form

the spirit in heavens and my life is torn

my only movement is to the truck and off the cliff

tired of life and the cheating that commence

if i could take back all of this

from father teaching me the ropes

to me bouncing off of them

i would have treat my one and only right

instead of looking at prospects

one night to the next

like my ole girl that taught me love at first sight

sweet like taboo and a lovely woman of virtue

poetic vibes like the angel from another

words were strong and looks were no other

i was afraid of commitment but i made a vow

broke it runaway groom running left

she's so right about me looking up

and looking down upon she as she was the key

to all this madness from then to now

court case, murder charge, lunatic prowls

towards the balcony where's the love

see if its at the bottom of the fleet

corpse next to city