The Truth

They say stay tight,
watch her move,
watch her groove......
still good news....
through her blues....
she loose,
but who knew,
she grew.....
and in her mind is you.......
the late night...the early mornings.....
not one minute....
2.....
her weights off....
cause she stays off the ground.....
time to make another round....
probably turn time into a pound....
through her mind...
all she hear is silent memories.....sound......
too deep for blues.....
so she cruise.......
place her self on mute.....
you know....
cut cut...bruise.....
she smiles.....
cause she knows.....
you're just a mere puppet the devil used.
Heartless muse......
He leaves her wanting more....
guess that's when a broken heart doesn't leak.
It pours.
She's sore,
 so she sores....
questioned the for....
then she faces it.....
In life there's more.....
hmm......she's yours....
but in the real world there will always be a physiological tour.
Wish she was told this 2 years before....
you know when we both was playing for keeps....
While she was on bench and letting you shoot on the court.
This is Life.
This is True.
This is You.