Friday, September 30, 2005

I'm my own Girl

and i ain'ts got to listen to what you say. You're a bluebird, with chicken wings.
i ain't gots to care that yr feets too big.
My granmammy wants me to tell you something different, for her, for WW2.
She's got brothers all over this mother fucker.
She's gots brothers in the grave. Cuz a her.
And i ain't even lyin.
He cried when she left. Like me.
The only two or three, if you count em.
Partners in crime aint shit these days.
They ain't even nothing.
Nothin
No thang but the O-thang.

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