sexydeltagirl
03-03-06, 06:31 PM
I grip the railing as I leave the courthouse..
I feel I might lose my balance, cause I'm very lightheaded...
I blink several times to keep the tears from following again...
Knowing you have been taken away from me...
For more than 1,2 10 years at least...
I shudder at the thought....
How can I begin to start...
My new life without you....
I knew from the beginning it was wrong...
No 23 year old can afford a lake in his backyard...
Trips to diff. islands to escape the coldness..
Eating food that I couldn't pronouce.....
Snickering at the rich white folk....
Rolling their eyes, knowing good and well that my Louis Vuttion...
Was boutique brought....no Canal street knock off...
We ruled the world, you and me....
If we thought it, it was 2 be...
No need to pack luggage when we got there...
Shopping sprees..
Me modeling La Perla underwear....
You throwing money in the air...
Making love on slik sheets...
Me bent over the balcony....
Overlooking the lights of Miami Beach....
I didn't think twice, I loved living the high life..
But now it's all over, you are no longer the King of Minnesota Avenue...
You are locked up like caged animal...
And the whole time I pawned my buggette diamonds...
I kept a smile on my face...
What will be will be...
We knew this would be the end of our fantasy...
You lucked up and choose one of the 3 options...
Instead of death, or mental institutions you brought...
A new home with no trees or salmon filled lakes..
You signed your name to a new mortgage and....
Walked into your new home....
The Penitentary.....
I feel I might lose my balance, cause I'm very lightheaded...
I blink several times to keep the tears from following again...
Knowing you have been taken away from me...
For more than 1,2 10 years at least...
I shudder at the thought....
How can I begin to start...
My new life without you....
I knew from the beginning it was wrong...
No 23 year old can afford a lake in his backyard...
Trips to diff. islands to escape the coldness..
Eating food that I couldn't pronouce.....
Snickering at the rich white folk....
Rolling their eyes, knowing good and well that my Louis Vuttion...
Was boutique brought....no Canal street knock off...
We ruled the world, you and me....
If we thought it, it was 2 be...
No need to pack luggage when we got there...
Shopping sprees..
Me modeling La Perla underwear....
You throwing money in the air...
Making love on slik sheets...
Me bent over the balcony....
Overlooking the lights of Miami Beach....
I didn't think twice, I loved living the high life..
But now it's all over, you are no longer the King of Minnesota Avenue...
You are locked up like caged animal...
And the whole time I pawned my buggette diamonds...
I kept a smile on my face...
What will be will be...
We knew this would be the end of our fantasy...
You lucked up and choose one of the 3 options...
Instead of death, or mental institutions you brought...
A new home with no trees or salmon filled lakes..
You signed your name to a new mortgage and....
Walked into your new home....
The Penitentary.....