...To attach these words of wisdom, attach these thoughts of sinnin, goin into it with the notion that I had no chance of winnin, on a piece of paper that would perceive the truth all thanks to thee, this piece of paper; my brother; it was as blank as me. All just seemed to good to be true, to bad to be good, Two souls who were conflicted but supplied by the hood

A woman, a man, a child, but shit that made no matter at all, but really, who knew the end to which these lovers would fall, He's sneakin and buggin, finding all his lovin, from the other ones all because he thought his queen would give him nothin.

Lurking where danger creeps, not realizing, that all the love he needed was right there beside him, now shes churpin when he sleeps, to pleasure her craves, and all he can do is retreat, damn now Im left in a daze. It hurts, to see your opposite approach the point of never return, Im torn, who woulda knew a love so cold would somehow burn, Im through, all the shit that I had did now Im blaming on you. Its neva a niggas fault, well thats what I was taught, things always seem so simple until shorty gets caught.

I failed to think about how fucked up reality was or reality is, its all a test, something of a mentality quiz, I failed, wondering why the fuck reality lives, my soul is dimming cant you see how "Gray" my "Anatomy" is. There's still love there, but love only a handful could bear, its a love that rips many, but there's plenty to share

Now I wonder is it something really worth living for,
A Pain, that you can take, but hey you like giving it more,
More than she can handle, shes feeling there is nothing that she can do,
almost waiting for the moment when she's thinking "nigga I cant stand you".
so you could leave...

But still the love blossoms with every kiss, grows stronger with every fight
Im feeling the next bitch, but she loves me with all her might, yet you know shes doing dirt, that girl, she's always makes we wonder, at certain times shes even makin me cry,
I must be "Hungry to be a sucker" because she keeps "Feeding me Lies"

I ponder, whether or not this 3 way love is really alive or dead, live in a somber state
because of all the thoughts in my head, but im bred to be a nigga who's always looking to pull the trigger on another chick, Shit I can't even remember when my "HEART" use to be "RED".

So this is where we are,
Sacred lovers at first sight until we get to far,
We love, we cheat, we cry until our minds are gone

Yet still search for our "Cheating Loves" to heal our past scars...