Sitting here looking at
the midnight sky.as i watch
each star i begin to cry.
as i resurrect all those good
times every time i hear your voice
it sends a luxurious rush down my spin.having you hear with me every step of the way makes me want you more and more every day.picturing me as your wife and how we we'll soon spend our life together makes me realize how soon i want you to father my child.how he'll have my eyes and your sense or humor and together we'll raise him to be the thug that he is.we'll be together forever and a day.for i well always be your street babii and you'll be my thug,and thats my perspective.
