Criminal Love

by Clonjey   Feb 25, 2007


You should be arrested for how I'm disrespected.

Entered undetected and wrecked it before you left it.

Burglary of the 3rd degree.

Manslaughter; You murdered me.

...

(OK, so maybe I'm alive.

Hopefully I'll survive.

I mean I didn't go to tears...)

But I know enough just to get you 40 years.

Forceful taking of my property; the contents of my chest.

2nd degree robbery; 1st degree theft.

You really took alot of me, I have no love left...

Damn, we used to be tight like jeans by Abercrombie & Fitch.

Even though I know my rights, you lucky I won't snitch.

{This is a word to the wise.

Don't let your heart get burglarized.}

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