it's the next day
and I wait on this porch
to pray for a way
to soften her retorts
she won't answer my calls
or open her door
oh my Lord
it's near four in the morn
and my apologies
are piling sloppily
losing quality
in mad quantity
my efforts seem hopeless
uncomfortably dozing
my heart is near broken
when the door creaks open
her pretty face
twisted in rage
and I start to say
"I've been thinking all day
and I realized the truth
is I'd rather turn blue
or die from the bird flu
than be without you
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
This must be part 2 of the last one. Its just as good as the last one, with all of the same descriptive and emotional quailty. And to tell you the truth, i'd also rather contract the bird flu, maybe even ebola, than be with out you.
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