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t all started back in 97//
An out of leasson, with big dreams//
And sick skeems, whenever the knowledge's tested//
She had the hottest essence, the whole nine yeards//
Enough to make my mind go, oh my gosh//
She had me hooked like addiction for drugs//
The proper term for the moment, unconditional love//
Just like the crips and the bloods, she had me howering over the streets//
She's the reason for this, and considering my solorelease//
The reason why i even flow over beats//
The reason why I, Prop Dylan even rose from defeat//
Now i am standing on both of my feet, don//
She's my life, my shoulder to weep on//
She's gods gift to the man, yes//
Fullfilling my list of demand, it's sick when i fantisize//
About a life without her body and soul//
Without her shine in my life, i am rockbottom in soil//

Ref *

Can you imagine a goddess, who lifts you up//
No matter how hard it is, when it gets corrupt//
She's there for you, wiping up the drips of blood//
Never quick to judge, she only wish for love//

She had me feeling like a king with a crown//
Cuz everytime that I mentioned her name, heads were spinning around//
Our steps quivered the ground, in every town that we walked//
Loud when she talked, getting rounds of applauce//
She took me down to New York, so i could spot her stompinggrounds//
She picked me up, straight out the box of lost and found//
Whenever i was bossed and tossed around//
She told me to walk my own path, like a nomad//
Never will I loose her, that'll be the day they put a toetag//
On my notepad, there's no match, for a starving artist//
I was partly cautious, but she was all I wanted//
From March to August, yeah I fought for her heart//
Even though I was born the chosen one like the Dalai Lamas//
Out the darkest waters, she bloomed to a queen//
Soon to be free, when i am persuing my dreams//

Chorus...

It's not just sunny days, cuz now the page has been flipped//
From a saint to a dangerous sadistic bitch//
What a waist of a gift, traded for the devil inside//
Ima never be bitter instead ima thrive//
But I want her dead or alive, whenever she's spreading her thies//
For alot of dudes, just to knock em boots, like a prostitute//
All of this cuz she got alot of ahs and ohs//
Like a conquered boxers, lockeroom//
Guess it's the shocking truth, that keeps on chasing me down//
With a foot to the neck, when i am placed on the ground//
But she's right there, as a boost of confidence//
Helps me out whenever i loose my common sense//
What if i gave her a second to breathe//
Would it be like that day when i got sweapt up my feet, huh?//

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