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Aug 2013
I ask my mama
Will a girl love me the way I loved her
Will I be underpaid for of my many favors
Will my intelligence make me a great debater
Will I understand the things I can't understand now later

She said baby boi
Your joy will come from a woman
Who knows each moment that you love her
And it's not the favors you should be paid for only the kind in your heart that make you a savor
And some people will see your intelligence in the form of a trader
But all the things you don't no now there's  a plan for you to understand later

What's the honor in playing the victim
What's wrong with the world who's banded by the system
Am I the guy who is on the top when they list them
And what's a blessing if a curse gives you the same wisdom

Please don't be blinded
I'm not asking questions I'm just answering what's missing
Like a faithful man who don't wanna cheat in the room full of women
And knowing he should leave but feeling like he's being tested
He thinks if H.I.V is not invested In me , then whys should I be effected by the three

My words are my tyrants
If  I became a Titan will the gods claim me
Or will one god strike me down and try to blame me
For the many faiths that we try to make
And end up digging deeper in our hell hole where  the flamed cook us like shake

Idk man Iv became soo numb numb numb
Understand its been over run by **** and *** *** ***
The many scratches on my wrist Iv number them by 8
And if ****** is what gets me then it would be my own case
Steven   RuDe Harris
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Steven RuDe Harris  32/M/NYC-North Carolina
(32/M/NYC-North Carolina)   
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