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He walks the streets looking for a lover
But deep inside he's just undercover
He's handsome but His smile is deceiving
He searches for what he no longer believes in
Love
He said Forget it along time ago
Fire burning in his heart he stays high to level out his lows
His going outs is spending money at the liquor store, drinks & drinks til he can't drink no more
Punching walls , crying on the floor. Reminiscing on the thoughts before when his homies told him not to mess with that whore
He wants to scream but his throats too sore .
He just don't wanna live no more.
His pain is just too sadistic , never in his life he thought he'd be a statistic
Another black man living with aids
just because he desperately unprotectedly wanted what was between her legs.
