This Miss Understood that Religion was an invisible divide. So her only
flaw was having an apartment floor filled with True Religion. Jeans more
than genes her Mother gave her. Diesels gave her fuel but in her True
Religion she fit in. True Religion,we call it expensive taste. Plate
collection time, she tells you the price and it brings you to your
knees. True Religion and the broke bitches pray for a pair. But this
Miss Understood. Like a rare disease and she's the only that gets it.
Quite shocking,like a chapter of Revelations. You buy someone a pair and
they give you that Corinthians 13 type-love. You buy blue jeans for
this blue blood and she tells you "No thanks, I have enough till
Judgment Day". Can't call her a dirty hoe, she's cleaner than an India
Arie song. No profanity,she stays True to her Religion. You say you are a
stallion in bed but her shirts say Polo and her car is a Ferrari so
that's the only Horse-power she needs.
You thought she was shallow till you asked her about her True Religion
and she said: "If God was one of us, we wouldn't spend time living our
lives fully but all trying to get closer to the man we love the most.
Only to criticize his invention once given the chance. You don't know
the inventor of the PlayStation still you love it. Maybe because of all
the games it let's you play. Boys will be boys. Please let me be, its
hard playing a game you don't know the rules of. Worse still,what is the
score and who keeps it?"
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