Monday, December 28, 2009

Your hair and your nails just as Phony as your smile, fake eye lashes
you drew your eyebrows. It make a brother ask do you pride yourself?
Your make-up like a mask tryna' hide yourself. Seems on the
outside you thinkin you the shit. But it's a soul thats inside that you aint even knew exsist.
So you so outta touch that the world mistreat you ....

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