Cross my heart

RING! RING! My phone goes, "KG do you have time to listen. .",
I cut my boy off, "My time is your time" though I knew my time was tickin',
"It's my girl . . . she's trippin,We are built for each other, SHE. IS. MY. 50 percent,
We got that you can't buy this type of love,
That intangible type of love,
That love that can't be spent,
She loves the time we spend,
Says when we kiss her heart quivers like leaves in wind,
And when I'm not with her I miss her grin, Her soft supple touch. .
I miss her skin,She says she dies when she's not with me,
And fiends for the moment when she can die in my arms from our next hug- And I feel- the same,
But the problem is she she's still in love with her ex-love - And I feel- ashamed,
KOF MY NIGGA SHE LIED TO ME!,
Cause she told me three months ago she BEEN over dude, an unbidden suprise to me,
So I ask you. . an insane man to scream sense to me,
Imagine yourself being on this fence with me,
Would you speak with your mind? Or as the man aflamed?",
I interupted, "I'm willing to lose everything in this world, if my pride remains",
He said, "Stop being you. . and slow down and listen",
So I listened againe,So I ask you. . an insane man to scream sense to me,
Should I speak with my heart, because I have that type of love that has a ball and chain to me,
Because I love her,
Because I don't want to lose her,
Because if it was contest between her and my pride, KG . .I would always choose her,
But she's still in love with her ex-love,
And if it's a contest between Him and I. . what if I am the loser?,
Fuck that! That's not the way things should be,

Blinded by love there was nothing I could say.. he would see,

He went on . .And the worse thing Kof. . I told that girl I would wait for her,
But truth be told . . that bitch ain't worth waitin' for,
And I hate to call her a bitch, because that's not what she is at all,
But she cut me down to my last inch, I once was a man that was 8 feet tall. .
When I with her. .
And now she's gone,
Now every woman after her. . I'm doing wrong,
Cross my heart and hope to die. . ,
She shattered my heart and left me just enough rope to die,
Listening with my eyes- I began to sympathize,
His monologue to me, could have easily been- himself depicted as I,
One script flipped my world and switched its' sides,
Footprints flood skies,
And outstretched arms can only aspire to reach toward demise.

CUT