Jail For Me… Jail For Her… It Doesn’t Even Matter

We were going to Miami to vacate…

You said…

“Fuck that! Let’s go to Los Vegas!”

We than boarded a plain quick!

I was now a fugitive from my state.

I didn’t care…

You stayed by my side in my worst times.

Bossy lady…

Yes she was…

Yes she did…

Kept business strait…

Just like gradma’s wig…

She was the only one who cracked the safe…

No key needed…

Informing me just how we should do things…

My right hand!

With a gun in it!

Smoking hot!

With no witnesses!

Inspired that bonnie and Clyde post I made…

She took the thug in me.

Showing me that Im more than that.

More than a brilliant man.

The oath we took was sealed in the dope spot back in the day.

Nintendo game shit…

When I was hand to handing out the back window.

With a dash of ice…

She kept me cool in the summer time.

Way older than me…

Yet she let me no everyday that I was a real man.

That im superior compared the others…

Her pet name for me was…

“My king”

I called her My Queen….

🎶🎶🎵”Is you is!  Or is you ain’t! My babyyyy!”🎶🎶

That old “Tom and Jerry” playing on the tv in the hotel room as we laughed…

The best “Tom and Jerry” ever!

Undisputed!

There was no need to ask!

Ever!

She let it be known that she was mine to!

Settling her own drama and beefs…

Good grief!

She did everything to muscle relax me…

I loved…

Her…

Bossy lady….

Gravy on mashed potatoes, sirloin steak well done…

Well done!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s