Remember my name!

[bez]

Its like everyday, I see your smile,
Think about you all the time I wanna dial,
Your number, I wonder, can I talk you round,
Cos you's the best girl out of the crowd,
Had much fun and I acknowledge,
Your past, I get it, understand, I promise,
But honest, I'm stuck, my hearts all struck,
In a ruck cos I'm fucked, all ran outter luck,
Wanna be alone, thats why I cant phone,
Already damned the feelings I've shown,
Blown any chance cos romance ain't good,
To change her mind, rewind time, wishin it could,
Just hope she don't become a face down slut,
Sleep around town like some tramp would,
Know I should forget, but its easier said,
When you lay up in bed and she's in your head,
Guess its my own fault, heart should be padlocked,
Safe like a vault, secure like fort knox,
Thoughts cross my mind, like am I to blame,
But I think in time she'll remember my name,

[THEMOSTWINNNEST]

8-27-08
a “freestyle” cite
                                                                                                                By: 1st D.O.W.N
luk i care:

thinking, … if I wasn’t focused, (m)
I know foe show, I would be “c”-ing nigh,
making news foe fact,  8 boating,
love adding, love subtracting fake bustas foe tha paper,
gansta wit it, killing on low key sniper mode, like that digi on gram mode,

“luk I care,”

musta had a successful prayer, … “the most palms together,”
foe me to have a change of heart,
they had to know deep inside, I was down to cut out top bangaz heart,
cause in my mind they had no heart,
a hollow body for a heavy gram,
its taken from top notch bangaz,
and they shook, of me,
yeah it’s the rumor,
cause I pop up like you in dept with Vegas,
you sweating, you notice yo team dropping like a  cold chill,
souls of my mischief,
I don’t give a Nair not a,
bout the way I scheme & plotta,
blood spill,
a relief of stress for me,
stories about me a laugh to me,
getting a kick of how I did them,
trying to double my #’z,
I know 1 body a double digit behind bars,
ant going alive
going out a body,
 my way of giving my life a rest,
a break of elevating souls, “its my career,”
I ask G.O.D???
can I look @ th@ as a good deed, …
elevating fake    

Chorus upon request

JERRY TRUSS