Barefoot or Pregnant

Taking these footsteps forward the door,

Present tricky finger that tends to be bold,

Another win deceased another loss gets stole,

Barefoot or pregnant the heart is gold,

It’s the average of the profit,

My nasty mind stopped it,

If I died I couldn’t choose a better means,

Hoping the life is what I dream,

When the eye is left on U U 4get temptation,

Snapping closer to volume in dense populations,

For every flame I see its years I spent,

Getting lines for petty things in traps I flicked,

Claiming the heat I left in the cold,

Going down the stairs as if I was told,

Friends see me hustling the dream,

Hoping life is as good as it seems,

I don’t think they will ever find hope illegal,

But few to its reality its just evil.