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breathe... when you love
when she neglects you ((breathe...))
when you lose trust ((breathe...))
before you shout ((breathe...))
before you say it ((breathe...))
when you hurt badly ((breathe...))
breathe... because she is life
breathe... because she is like air
a sigh... is never strong enough
when you thirst ((breathe...))
when you hunger ((breathe...))
come to find that the best thing to ever happen to me
was never the right thing to happen to her
we held our breath to know just how imperfect we had become
before you act ((breathe...))
on the day she walks away... I will hold my breath... hard with pride
but tomorrow my lungs will ache terribly...
with the surface so far from reach
I will drown in sorrow, with my lungs heavy from tears
to feel humbled when my lungs yearn for life
I will probably learn respect for every breath of her
an angry man is bound to regret
a broken woman is bound to hate
hate is destined to forget the gentle taste of oxygen set free
yet a vengeful woman knows just how to hang a man...
a KLAN of one... with breast and back south to the tightest round ass
you will be on display for all to see... as the evil lustful Godless Niggah
a choke hold on your heart, your legs will shake, again and again...
hung from that tree... tied to the same branch... whose fruit you
it all fades away... to black...
love like air is never seen true... until the final breath
remember to breathe because you love her
she's like the wind, felt just for a moment...
elusive as Air!
Aug 31 2001
words by Hertz Nazaire [ Naz ]