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    Toy

    Hey Toy
    You was every mans play toy
    You was the best of all tricks
    Because you loved to lick you was so sick
    High you was at the top of your game
    Tricking you should be in the hall of fame
    Because you made a man fall in love
    While you robbed and stole and everything above

    You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
    You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
    On the fast track to madness
    While creating misery and sadness
    You lived to use
    Yourself you abused
    To society you was bad news
    In a wasted life you have paid your dues

    Tricking freaking and seeking to get paid
    You made your bed you had it made
    You was the master of disaster
    Uncontrollable with no master
    To keep the drug flow
    Twenty four seven you stayed on the whore stro
    Never loyal to one man
    For some crack you was too much in demand

    You sold your daughter to the dope man
    And you freaked with him as much as you can
    Your daddy abused you as a child
    Destroyed you inside and that’s putting it mild
    Now you are sick wit it and wild
    Blind cripple crazy and foul
    Chaos was your lifestyle
    You’ve got the devil beat by a mile

    For you this was not about the money
    Suicide and hell and ain’t nothings funny
    Love was your enemy
    You didn’t wonna be free
    You were too far gone to open your eyes and see
    The sweet taste of death is the way it’s gonna be
    Life couldn’t get out your way fast enough
    To know you was rough to love you was tough

    You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
    You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
    On the fast track to madness
    While creating misery and sadness
    You lived to use
    Yourself you abused
    To society you was bad news
    In a wasted life you have paid your dues
    You was the hardest working girl on the whore stro
    You’d work a husband and his wife on the down low
    On the fast track to madness
    While creating misery and sadness
    You lived to use
    Yourself you abused
    To society you was bad news
    In a wasted life you have paid your dues

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    Sx9 commented on Toy

    05-24-2009

    What grammar are you talking about, this is true feelings and expression from the heart,poetry is not about grammar,hey tell me your heart put it on paper any which way, nice work..walk good..

    Cryptics500 commented on Toy

    04-24-2009

    I don't like bad grammar -- I don't care if you were raised in the hood.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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