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My Next and Last Quest pt. 1
Rolled like a playa
Stacked em like a brick layer.
Yes, I'm a woman,
but like a man I wanted to see em cummin.
Another notch in the headboard,
scratch that name off the list.
When it came to men
I used my sex or my fists.
There was one day
This married mother of two
Walked past a fella
And I had to know who.
He was a friend of my nephew's.
Made a call to ask.
In the back of my mind
I was making a list of tasks.
A lot had to be done.
Life changing events.
No I wasn't on the fence.
I had a husband to leave
Was gonna happen either way
And it did bout two years to the day.
The fella had been on my mind since the day we passed.
We had met by then, yeah, my nephew had brought him by.
With my husband out back enjoying his high, they came by quite often.
They were teenagers then, with nowhere to hang.
So with him outback and them on the couch they were beginning to go down.
Things with my husband never improved no matter what I said or did.
They got worse then bad then worse again. I moved out taking very little, bit by bit.
Moved in with my sister. The girls and I.
Didn't hear a word from him 3 weeks, not shit.
My quest was closer now.
Although, I wasn't certain how.
Stacked em like a brick layer.
Yes, I'm a woman,
but like a man I wanted to see em cummin.
Another notch in the headboard,
scratch that name off the list.
When it came to men
I used my sex or my fists.
There was one day
This married mother of two
Walked past a fella
And I had to know who.
He was a friend of my nephew's.
Made a call to ask.
In the back of my mind
I was making a list of tasks.
A lot had to be done.
Life changing events.
No I wasn't on the fence.
I had a husband to leave
Was gonna happen either way
And it did bout two years to the day.
The fella had been on my mind since the day we passed.
We had met by then, yeah, my nephew had brought him by.
With my husband out back enjoying his high, they came by quite often.
They were teenagers then, with nowhere to hang.
So with him outback and them on the couch they were beginning to go down.
Things with my husband never improved no matter what I said or did.
They got worse then bad then worse again. I moved out taking very little, bit by bit.
Moved in with my sister. The girls and I.
Didn't hear a word from him 3 weeks, not shit.
My quest was closer now.
Although, I wasn't certain how.
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