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    AIN'T ANOTHER LOVE SONG

    Not_love_2

    this aint another love song

    what..

    aint another love song

    no..

    aint another love song

    aint  nobody cryin

    simply

    it is a declaration of independence

    because our dependence

    on fantasy

    should be dying

     

    after self evaluation

    cannot be 

    no hesistation

    in this recitation

    this is the love only we 

    can make 

    or break

    lord knows we have seen enough 

    snow  fakes

    fallin

    too much vermin crawlin

    actresses sprawlin

    actors ballin

    phony  love interpretations

    what starts out as a dusting

    of mistrusting

    can become an accumulation

    i aint on probation

    you are not in jail

    listen now 

    as i tell the tale

    of two people who aint done 

    nothin wrong

    i dig you baby

    but best believe 

    this aint another love song

    no

     

    the how

    the why

    the tears

    people cry

    when aint 

    nobody died

    the oh my god

    we tried

    the living 

    a lie

    the moans

    the sighs

    the just tryin

    2 get by

    the good mornin

    good afternoon

    good evening

    see ya soon

    the broken ties

    the bye  bye

    baby bye bye

     

    real love

    friends

    can i get an amen

    is gritty i gotta tell

    thinkin ya living in a slice

    of heaven

    payin the price

    for fallin into a personal hell

    when two people meet

    all they hear is beautiful sounds

    for a while

    it is all giggles and smiles

    feels like no one is around

    quite profound

    no matter what you prefer

    angels and demons 

    schemin

    all around us

    thus 

    petty  things begin to occur

    the voices we ignored

    the hard choices we stored

    away

    come back one day as a dream deferred

    gotta be paid in full

    gotta know where we belong

    best believe baby

    this aint another love song

    no

     

    2 tears in a bucket

    f...nah i aint gonna curse

    in any verse

    you are a woman

    i am a man

    i pizz standin up

    you carry a purse

    sometimes i get mad

    sometimes you get sad

    but i aint a doctor

    you aint a nurse

    just two people

    with a unique individuality

    this aint no romeo and juliet sonnet

    cream upon it

    no shakesperean tragedy

    it is i for me

    you for you

    tryin to find a semblance of equality

    the way real love should  be

    yes

     

    yeah 

    there is always gonna be sycophants

    reachin for the bulge 

    in my pants

    an army of ants

    tryin to mount your mound

    love is either  gonna be 

    our system of survival 

    or dead on arrival

    what goes up

    can devolve into a system of the down

    always said i will be two emm..effas

    not three

    will you put up with me

    guess it depends

    on the severity

    we cant pretend

    always an open end

    to escape if need be

     

    an ejaculation

    can either be two in love

    makin sweet love

    or a miscalcuation

    masturbation

    served for one

    lonely but not alone

    i can do bad by myself

    it is what it is

    when all those quotations are done

    what do we have that can work

    if you put the time in

    and i work overtime 

    sho nuff we expect the perks

    real rap 

    there always comes a time

    in any vibe when both people 

    look within

    make a strong case to the end

    we gonna defend

    or concede

    no longer bleed

    we have both seen love stories

    end in divorces

    but check it  out 

    i aint special forces

    and you aint the viet cong

    best believe pretty baby

    this aint another love song

    no

     

    this  aint another love song

    what

    this aint  another love song

    no 

    this aint another love song

    time to evaluate what we have got

    like that old sayin goes

    either pizz or get off the pot

    the future only cares about

    what could be

    the present 

    is a resident

    of our secure insecurity

    and the past

    is an empty glass

    with a lipstick stain

    the mescado

    dont flow

    no mo

    only memories remain

    we got family depending on us 

    yes we do

    cant keep heaven waitin

    debatin about me and you

    so 

    we cant wait for too long

    gotta be strong

    believe in what we knew all along

    embrace the right

    to love 

    admit the wrong

    because best believe baby love

    this aint another love song

    no

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    • 12 April 2011
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