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If I say I hate you

You say you want to be my friend

What If I do hate you?

What if I even hate your smile, your style just the fact you walked in?

You say because I don’t like you

I am disrespectful & mean

It’s disrespectful for your face and voice to invade my mental

If it wasn’t for prison I would most likely cut you

Get away from me and find your own way

Family or friend

Does not matter to me

 I just might hate your face

I might hate when you’re smiling 

When you feel joy

I want to spit in your face

I might be crazy

But honey you are too

Especially since you’re talking that mess

Knowing how I feel

And I’m not but two feet away from you

Now I am happy

I don’t hate you anymore

I finally got the chance to grab your ass

Throw you down

And beat your head into the floor

You don’t have that stupid look on your face

What’s wrong honey?

Is it all the blood you taste?

I bet you won’t bring youraround here talking no more

I feel no hate…I am at peace as my momma makes me clean your blood off her floor