as i finish my meal i called for the bill took a second to dwell upon what kind of tip i should give so i....called the waitress, her ma take this told i feel her pain, so she dont even gotta shit she looked back shock by the slip of my words cut her eyes wit a lil anger like "he got some nerve" i said the stress on ur face and them marks on ur arms let me know u didnt slip nor a burn by a iron emotion rushed her face like a quarter back bliss thats uneccessary ruffness but i know u prolly love'em yall done been thru thick thin, thinner and thicker u in a postion to leave but froze in place like a picture u phone chatting with tameka aint a reason for him to hitcha thats abuse and him being stressed is not an excuse love can cause pain but love dont need bandaids coming home to hit u cuz his job got'em in a rampage u spending nights wit'em laying scared to breathe in conflct wit ur moms because ur scared to leave u dont even recongize'em from the time u first meet'em and truthfully u hate'em additionally u regret'em he aint even worth the jab slap kicks and punches right now is a time to leave if u plan on doing something well that it for my tip, i'll see u next time them 20 bucks was extra but this was a piece of mind
"my third eye like pink eye...seen and contagious" - Common Sense
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥