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Jan 2019
sometimes i gotta take it back to my roots
i cant be intellectual forever
i come from the hood
that hood love draws me in
its what i was raised to love
the type of love where ima count your money and hide your drugs
the type of love where i pay your books and answer your collect calls
it all comes with a price
because most of those guys don’t know how to love
they think love is just saying i love you
its not about support where we come from
its about holding it down
paying the books
taking care of the kids
making sure you cook
its not about if you’re okay
its not about how you feel
its not about if you’re happy
tough love
not everyone works well with it though
I’ve become accustomed to hood love
to making sure he’s okay
maybe even hiding his drugs
ill hold it down when he’s in the pin
ill pick up the collect calls
ill take care of the kids when the time comes
just tell me you love me thats enough
make love to me like you love me thats enough
ava
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ava  25/F/NY
(25/F/NY)   
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   Juneau
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