Fools For Gold

Bentley tastes with

cocain money

A dummy

for minister’s to

grab, control and

touch all over

Lusting

Giving olderme

the

Satisfaction of

Spending all there money

In return

She had to do things

In his bed

what do you want

Lust in your eyes

he sees your

inner thighs

she sees your

Inner wolet

popping wheelies

all over

corruption

Left

Track marks on

a young hustler

food for thought

she didn’t eat

she slept for months

Untill she was found

decomposed

Her dreams unfolding

unravelling her bruised

mangled entangled

dress

to think

she was fast

Yet

She didn’t

deserve that

yet

she didn’t have to

go out like that

Yet

she deminished

before she ever

got the chance

to truly understand

what true love was

No No

D.D.

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