BITCHES

**All Hours of the Night you get it by now... I'm no ordinary dude I'm the Guardian I vouched for you and if I don't make you accountable for this mess; you were quick to stick the puppies face in it because she's gotta learn right "you know how bitches get" a moment of weakness you've called it crawling back now on the same bended knee you take to to pray about it... on the same bended knee you take to to take him and you kiss your kids with that mouth how irresponsible it would be of me to not post your offenses tough love or tough talk which one are you I'ma go with my gut because you said to... I'm paraphrasing "always take a bitch at her word" we set better examples here so I'ma put your nose in the wet spot and as for your performance; I gotta give it up kudos standing o but I can't wait around for the encore and I can't wait to write your review and now when it's aching and everything smells like me clenching won't do; fistfuls of your bed spreads feel like your back is breaking but no more O's for you miss it All Hours of the Night you're supposed to do you miss him like that too oscar - nominee my crown is your crown now that's how we felt we were supposed to get down for the rest of however long the rest of turns out to be there's never been a language ever spoken or scripture ever inked on how we move because it's a given here where we quietly defend the dynasty inside these gates outside ourselves and between me and the walls haven't you been nervous for no good reason haven't you missed the butterflies because you still can't wait to see me we came in undersized but your crown was my crown now because you know good and well that's my breath when a breeze leaves just a tease of warm air under there and because you love butterflies wasn't sex better than sex fascinating shit huh… me like you didn't know before now and now that yearn can't be made well by any earthborn figure outside these gates or inside you and only between me and the walls there's been no language assigned we still can't pronounce it but it's called love no matter your accent or if you speak in tongue fight it All Hours of the Night it's tiring and you're weak I give it a week before you come crawling back on the same bended knee you take to pray about it and to take him you kiss your kids with that mouth I am no ordinary dude I'm the Guardian I vouched for you codefendants love is war I thought you understood our plight I have to make you accountable for this mess; you gotta learn "you know how bitches get." how irresponsible it would be of me to not post your offenses tough love or tough talk which one are you it's okay to miss me you're supposed to do you miss him like that too...**

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