LOVES, PAIN GAMES OF REALITY

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    LOVES, PAIN GAMES OF REALITY

    How many times have you seen it before? I know love has always been knocking at your door are there any answers to these metaphor questions. I fell like sometimes I caught the case of indigestion. Of disgusts the abuse that you went threw the heart ache he put you through. Without any confession this love craze was nothing more then a phase. How could you not know? She was playing head games' telling you lies that left you alone to cry. Willing to put your life at stake thought I told before it's not a piece of cake…. This is not a game more then likely it's a damn shame. And life goes on till you find the right one. Mother told me to wait let faith do it let the Lord guide you in the right path. To destiny I know someday love will get the best of me. Till then the devil always tests me in my minds temptations. He only knows my limitations with no hesitation he drops the seeds. Set's me up with the deadliest women worst then Eve. But I believe that everybody has a love life soon someday I'll hold hands with the right woman to be my wife. Till death do us apart are some strong words to the heart. Blessed by the glory and its wonderful art I continue to play my part and do it well. Her names like Heaven were bound to prevail….





    Some people say you're a fool to play the game of love. Your a tool in its name pondering ever wonder what could be next. Besides the details of sex have you ever respected her? In fact has she ever respected him? And they do all over again… and again and again. Till somebody gives in to there sins foolish dummy are you in it for the money? Or the long hall to your boys he/she was just a booty call. And they all fall down the rumors get worse then spread out threw the town. Can't be found without a trace have you imaged if you knew who did it. What would they look like in the face just another waste of time? That's all you have to grab onto trying to make the right move and be wise. But I apologize if you fell to realize the situation. Without the education of the game your chances of understanding is lame. I know we try to hold on because we believe in the cure. The basic fact that somewhere in there heart they remain pure. But that's not always true you don't know what they will really do? Or put you threw in the next stage of drama phase. Plans change like they always do your left stuck with the bucket of clues. Left in your possession without question is anyone destine? To learn they say hate the game not the player so I choose to hate both. I hope they all choke sometimes I think loves a joke. But I stand at ease because I believe…. One day there will be?



    Jermaine/Redragon All Rights Reserved 2008

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