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Memoirs: How To Love

Had a lot of crooks try to steal my heart

Sneaking through my windows

Breaking in my cars 

Smoking all indo

 tearing me apart 

So now on a corner, taking pills for my scars 

Because they hurt real bad 

Like waiting for your dad

But he never show,

so now ya momma mad

And you just want to see em 

Got ya your own swag,

but at a time you wanted to be him 

Another unarmed robber 

Tricking me with charm 

Let you passed the gates because you swore you’d do no harm 

But now I’m on the cement

Lying here bleeding

All because I can’t tell an angel from demon

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