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I heard her heart knocking on my chest waiting for an embrace of my fears

While her tears waited to be dry with a simple kiss from a life I couldn't give

For we both were damaged eyes from a toxic generation 

where our heartbeats were beating for love with a slight hesitation 

As I hear her mind moaning for my soul, wishing to make love to my inner demons

Only wishing to make sweet love back to her insecurities 

For our sexual attractions is no more then a mental obsession 

as we make ghetto music in a crooked world 

While the Devil is our generation president all nightmares no dreams

she still managed to put God as my inner faith 

The beauty of her persistence shall be a soul motivation to making her a queen 

As she knocks on my door heart held in hand as the devil watches..

I shall embrace her love with my fears 

as we shall live with all odds against us in this toxic world making ghetto music