i can’t get stuck in a lovers’ ghetto

living in the slums of struggle

bleeding heart to prove i’m alive and

we can survive

you got that pigs feet and chittlin’ love

you know i don’t eat that shit!

that ride or die

anything to call you mine

sleeping on mattresses with no frame

music blasting

hair standing on top of my head kinda love!

that hard to get thru

struggling to pay bills due kinda love!

need to talk every night

fight after fight

night after night

fight after fight

kind of love!

stuck in a lovers’ ghetto without a dream

sad thing is you don’t even know you’re broke!

rubbing pennies together and still ain’t making cents!




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