The brother said he had rhythm

In mind I was imprisoned with suspicion
that he had played me as if he had rhythm

Inbetween them sheets my intention was to go into a ****** dimension

(Prevention)

that's what I forgot before I found out I had a infection, no protection

You had had me then you had bag me going in I knew he was a felon,

but that attracted me and rated him to be my lucky number seven

He was curious so we agreed that this secret was going to be victorious understandably I am seductive and he was more then just impulsive he was destructive

So he that inconsiderable wannabe thought he was gone be runner up for my nominee,

But that would never happen he had ****** me with venom so I shown him door to get out and never let me see him or his so called rhythm

He had tried to stripped me from my freedom and cut me from my wings so that I would not fly but i am free spirited wings are not needed to fly high.

Once he gets a taste of these nicotine lips so high he is going to fly

like back when I used to crack up and shoot up and get so ******* high,

now that I have nicotine I can get on by

he said this habit of mine he foreseen that this nicotine is killing me inside,

why waste his time when I am committing
suicide

So I replied to justify these nicotine lips
we are in a interrelationship,

you "know the way in which two things affect each other because they are related in some type of way"

like how I foreseen him praying for love but yet to concerned about all my imperfections,

He better get real and kiss these nicotine lips before he loses all my affection.

I'm not here to testify his habits just as long as he's flying high after tasting my nicotine lips

Holding close
Of what is already mine

In search of ones free spirit
And old soul Just like mine

On the edge
Is where I am
To soon to jump

Where I am
Is on the edge