melissaahowells
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No pretense, words spillin from your lips,
greased through between the wine sips. The other kind give you cancer, sayin fine words when you oughta speak the answers. Yes, I got a little bit of Harlem runnin through my life. Yes, a little bit of Harlem runnin through my life. Its my livin, its my life. Seeins' different for the have -nots. Dosed with the same medicine, your throat's tied in knots. Say, you ever had a little bit of Harlem runnin through your life? Ever had a little bit of Harlem runnin through your life? Yes, you did, it wasn't living, but it was your life. You say you got to live while the livin can? But why do you do it on the backs of others, then? Or did you forget about us long ago? I had your back and lied for you, but no... You've forgotten conveniently, I guess. You keep it simple to avoid the mess. I really never expected no debt was due. Just wanted to be with someone I thought was you. I guess it takes a little bit of Harlem runnin through your life. It takes a little bit of Harlem runnin through your life to know what is livin and to know what is not. Don't worry now, you can keep what you got. I was just lookin for a little bit of what it used to be. But love is just sweet wishes on a cherry tree. Dinner's over Brother, time to get the dirty dishes cleaned. We had nothin once but now we got it back it seems. Remember when you had a little bit of Harlem runnin through your life? A little bit of Harlem runnin through your life? It wasn't livin you said, but it was your life. Meloo/Melissa A. Howells Copyright 2003 Straight from her Tilt-a-World Legal COPYRIGHT FOR THIS WORK, THIS SITE TITLE, BY THIS AUTHOR Another one of my favorites. Others might agree. Vote for this poem |
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