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serious note:to those who it may concern, and to my love
eh who wouldve thought it, that me and you be together, a low time drug dealer and a happy emo...that dont fit, and yet i still love you...everytime you say i love you my heart feel as if it pop of my chest, when i hear your voice my stomach starts to feel as if there was something inside it.....maybe there is. when i close my eyes your there, still making me happy even when i sleep, kissing my head gently and i wake. my motivation to live to get off the drug dealing game, begging me please just dont go makes my emotions crash to know that im hurting you but how am im suppose to go get that green, but i understand you just dont want me to end up like my cousin, out in the streest dead, or my brother,maybe on his way to jail, damn it seems like everyone around me is leaving and turning they back, and never coming back, back you, if theres something i couldnt really live on without is you....if you left, i pray to the lord that you wont, i wuldnt know what to do.....hustle harder...or blow my brians....or do them drugs. i gotta let the truth be told i want you to be my wife, i want you have my children...yea thats the perfect life for me.....for the both of us......so if i purposed.....wouldnt you be my wife?
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