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.:Lil'Penny and The Wily Dude:.

 
Lil`Penny always dreamt of being a Big Dollah.
She’d get up on the table and make ‘em all holla.
They’d scream and beckon..
She'd reckon…she’d wreck shop with what she’d drop.
Which was far removed from what them other shawties got.
Not one to fool herself Lil`Penny was well aware of her physical wealth
Well aware of her presence and that reciprocatin' stare.
See girlfriend was rare; plus she was smart.
Snatch up a Playuh’s stash and his heart.
Let’s face it...she’d encase it.
Put it on display; just like her style.
Jokers who crept up be tricked up tryin to keep up.
But they’d still keep a smile.
Even, they knew Lil`Penny would be uh BIG Dollah inna awhile.

Ya see… Lil`Penny, she kicked it from birth.
Always knew her self worth exercising all them Rights of Choice.
It was justa matter of format to keep them lips tight n’ moist.
She was never one to be glossed ova.
Penny held onto that vibe since she sprung from Dover.
Thumbin I-95; then jumped inside the Land Rover
Got up in there with that Wily Dude
See Lil’Penny wasn’t a prude and the Wily Dude, he wasn’t rude.
Just two with intentions to just get ova.
Both of ‘em a match; but
Both knew better then to get too attached.
Makin plans that would be too intense
Just Two Hustla’s livin in suspense
Livin' without consequence

Ya see… Head.2.Head
the Game gets fed and it flows real loose
But it gets turned into a nightmare if and when you increase the abuse.
So, their time tick’d toc’d in between the sheets of a Dream.
Buffered by a desire to keep cuts clean; leavin the lights on
Sometimes just layin' about right through to dawn.
Him unable to get past her jokes and his own lies.
And those.. reoccurring thoughts of..
When were those times and...who were those guys?
So gradually darkness overcast this Dream
As this transformed Dude…now, heartless and unable
He howls at the moon and to himself; now quite unstable.
Him thinking, share joy?
Never…
at least not more than the time it takes to be clever.
They, together were now like spilt wine on soiled sheets.
A situation more & more absent of heat..
What was once bitterly sweet became putrid and incomplete.
T’was now an dishonest effort to be attentive.
Attentive to what used to be attractive n’ amusing.

Ya see…a Hustla’s abusing
It's always a inconsiderate response
The pleasurable pain masking their wants.
So…this here Deuce would end it…
Playin it strictly financial.
But...The Truth be told; their feelins were quite substantial.
And they ran their emotions through the wash and the rinse.
Wherein, what came clean wasn’t the time they spent…

Pity about that Game…
How it escapes from what’s Real.
Gets captured by a lie which becomes its seal…
Where those who should know betta; deny they know betta
Jus flowin with the mistake of bein Big Dolla Gettuz…
Because sure nuff this Deuce went their separate ways
Chasin the Singular Hustles for them bigger paydays
As they made advancements in...so-called Society…
Never to be happy; at least in entirety
Because a Dream deferred or one could
call it incomplete

Sometimes finds
Love
for
Love…
is its absent ingredient


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