A Ghetto Love Poem
Gurl I love you,
Straight up fo'sho
Or I wouldna told dem oda girls not to call meh no mo.
I knewed it was true,
Da first day I seen you.
Why you thank I do, the thangs I do?
Ramemba ha I use ta wine and dine you,
Schilits Malt Liquor and Bar-Ba-Q.
I gave you a bubble baffs and fed you grapes.
Dey was on sale that week a dolla niney-eight.
Romantic eenins afta dark,
Skreet light walks around da park.
Like the very first time,
you came ova my crib.
And you got all scared,
Cause that roach was on yo Timbs.
I was right therre,
with a can o' spray.
To be yo Super Negro,
and save da day.
I aint even pay my light bill,
so I can take you to da club.....
Don't knock ova dem candles
and burn up my rugs!
And dat nite we made luv,
for a long liddle bit of time.
I hope you got yours,
cause I sho'nuff got mine.
I woke up early and made you befixx in bed.
Sep fo I aint have no juice, no grits and no eggs.
Didn't have no cereals and was fresh outta milk,
so we had some toast and some potada chips.
I use to rub lotion on yo feets
and massage yo back.
I found you some glue,
when you lost one og yuh tracks.
Now what man you knowed,
ever loved you like dis.
Gurl please just take my name
off dat child support list.
The words was not writen incorrectly its jus straight out ghetto.
that shite is straight fire