Live This One

Oh you, have I told,

You got me feeling old school,

Like back when you were my own Boo,

back when I could hold you,

doing the opposite of what family told you,

knowing we'd both cop it if they both knew,

just the Oost's rules, their home to,

translate; the damn place meant I don't choose,

can't feel at home when you don't even have your own room,

what a joke dude, top it off they loathed you,

but didn't even know you, but in their narrow view,

you were a hoe to, as was any though who,

I was close to, yeah we were both screw,

didn't have the same approach to no school l know that most do,

no school meant no you, life was hard,

and everyone seemed to choose to throw stones too,

Don't suppose calls to keep me hopeful,

even two phones phones won't do,

confiscated before I'd even come close to,

having spoke to my baby.

Having failed that choose to,

steal an envelope for the letter I wrote you,

but the day before I sent it though,

as I tried desperately to somehow get it in the post,

it was intercepted coz I left it unattended on the desk at home,

the fucking hoe wouldn't let it go, blew shit out of proportion,

let chelsea know, then lectured me until

 

Never let of the leash, please, I wasn't let on the street,

in fact leash ain't what was on me, no see, even rope be,

to long for me to rome free and alone, sheesh,

the most ever condoned be a rope pieced around my throat in a close squeeze, i.e. a rope noose,or no postal,