Starting on the bottom, coming up
Hustling to get my affection through
Love was just a product I was procuring
Enduring one night stands on heart’s corner
Concealing feelings among love holders’
I was sold on getting over and through relationships
Passing on steady work, for part-time jigs
Swigging hard on loves’ potion with concubines
My design was in aspiring to reign in Love, all times
Killing them softly with lust derived from curves
Carrying the weight of love for out of town connects
Got caught a few times, never changing rules to love games
Sporting hearts in suits of cards 2b appealing when dealing
My taste for running love became salty, along with love fame
No longer holding hand to hand while in the midst of a love slangin’
Flinging in multiple destinations, sometimes even dropping seed byproducts
Never stopping in search of that love to come up…..and get over yo…..
Wanted by karma for seasons of treason by my nemesis…..True Love Crew…..feeling
Tired of running love games, I retired broken hearted….losing out on that one love product
Got caught by sleeping on my heart, you can call it an internal set-up, fed up, maybe divine
Only thing left to do is Love my time from within, not just hustling for somebody to love me to win!!
Now I reside inside my dome, loving self is my new home…..incognito love is the identity I now assume
No longer dealing in hearts to acquire love, still dealing love, only now I’m a Boss of how true love reveals, by giving love freely……is how I dealz…..for realz…..
Loves’ Made Man