Are birthdays.
We only fall for love without a trap,
It’s just tragic,
We all got magic,
To change for no real,
I only bring this to all rap.
We wore flip flops,
Cause it’s hot,
When we see her we hop,
Like a horse.

Things are worse,
We need churches for verse,
We only see life in transverse.
It’s butcher,
Every girl or boy
Chop hearts into pieces,
In mind intentions is to appease.

OH! Please, my heart is murdered,
Soul is rendered.

Bible is left on headboard,
While heart is hankering for all that is abroad.

OH, please help GOD,
To replenish these bad deeds,
No good seeds,
Are planted through flesh.
Only veggies are fresh