The floors are cold
Violets are blue
With a touch of purple haze
Rose are really orange
With a coat of red glaze
Daisy are as yellow as yellow can be
But my love belongs to green
Forest green with a hint of moss
& money green
That falls out pockets when they walk
"Yeah thats true love"
Still willing and dealing
Trying to teach these children
That love is and emotion
Not a feeling
Real thugs need guns
Fake thugs need hugs
You cant get shot
A say that felt like love
Everyone knows what true love feels like
Its that big face Benjamin
You grip real tight
Its a fight that last all night
.....
But its all good when you flip off the light
If love is my destiny
Then I have to live my life
SEXUALLY
Cause in this war of love
My lips and my stick are my on weaponry
If weed is my extascy
Then the swisher sweets going to be the death of me
Sip
Sip
The Bacardi kilt the rest of me
-LOVE
written by Mickey Rose