2:30...

Umm... I dont know if I should admit this, but a very good chunk of this entire poem is truth. I added some shit for suspense lol. But this is about my situation with a certain someone who will remain nameless. She will only be refered to as "Slim", because thats what I called her. Im not saying when this occured or anything like that... I just had it in the back of my mind. I actually wrote two endings, but Im only going to reveal one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy some insight into my personal life like you havent had it before lol... Ill prolly drop pt. 2 tomorrow for those that care.


"2:30 pt.1"
Its 2:30 in the A-M/I hit her up, givin her praises like amen/But all you hear outta my mouth is "Hey Slim"/Im high gravity, drunk off 2-11/My encrypted heaven/Aka Superman's kryptonite/Drunk cuz Im feelin blue, kinda like a crip tonight/She say "what u tryna do?", I say "shit, get right"/She reply, no sigh, "Oh Ry... Give me fif-teen"/I smirk then say "hurry, my shits mean"/She laugh and giggle/While in my mind, Im thinkin bout her ass and wiggle/We hang up, now my wang up/Pre-gamin, its a quarter of, still waitin/Tryin not to sip again, but got anotha Steel waitin/Fuck it tho, just cant wait for her to suck it yo/And nah, she dont give super head, I jus call her my Karrine/My one night, every night, we fuckin thru this life of sin/And deep down, I kno she aint the best of company/She show up, we argue ova lil shit, then afterwards she end up wantin me/The madder, the badder... I mean better/Hard to dead her, when anger make the pussy wetter/And Im a sucka for juices, she taste OJ type/Wheneva she show up, I KILL it, real OJ type/She feeds my lust, and all she need is trust/So I strap up wit others, but wit her, I dont use no rubbers/Cuz we see, eye to eye/Friends durin the day, she introduce her guy to I/Shoke my head when I met him/But he treat her good, so I let him... Carry on/Buyin her Prada, Louie & House of Dereon/Cuz I only might treat her to dinner/Then I fuck her, so deep down Im a winner/She know, I aint boyfriend material/And the only breakfast in bed I give is cereal/But she neva around for breakfast, cuz she go back to him/He prolly cheatin too, but that falls back on them...