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1 Iam A Roytaly Bitch

2 Im Sweet like Candy

3 iam A Freek-A-Leek

4 iam an Angel and lil devil

Thiz Durrty South Grl Found 4 A Thug And Dat Nicca All I need!!!!!!!!

Thiz Shorty Wanna Ride Wit Ya 4Life

I Gotz Skill( Make Ya WAnt Me) Ya B Drooling Ask my Boo

If ya Lookin 4 A Shorty I aint it I got my nicca

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Music Of Love

I hear sweet sounds of golden bells,
"It's love," my friends say;
I may be a fool not to know and tell,
Yet, I'm sure it's not a joke to play.
The chime is ringing in my ears,
When he comes near;
The sight of him makes me shiver,
I blush when he gets nearer.
The music is playing in my heart,
When his eyes meet mine;
It makes me sad when we're apart,
As I watch the passing of time.
In my deep sleep,
I'd dream of us holding close together;
The warmth of his arms enfolding me,
Is my guarantee it's not a fantasy.
Inside this poem are simple words to describe,
The happiness I feel inside;
If I have to sing it, I'd sing to the crowd,
"This music I hear is the music of love."

I've Seen Your Soul Before

I've Seen Your Soul Before
There are things we can't explain
So we usually tend to ignore
the unpleasant side to the human race
Like poverty and war
It's deja vu when I cry
when i see you I realize it even more
I know your heart like I know mine
because I've seen your soul before
I recognize your tear drops
and the clouds inside your head
I related to your sorrow
and every word you said
The creator to so many things
we never realize what for
Now I know why I met you Because
I've seen your soul before
The space between your heart and your mind
it's sometimes called the soul
The personification to your morals
and your emotional control
Stronger than the human spirit
Faster than your thoughts
Because I've seen your soul before.

I Cry
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry,
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
They flow with life but take no form
I Cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confiding,
I would cry among my treasured friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad.
And sometimes...
I Cry
and no one cares about why