left and right

Cast out forcefully, i figured that was the end of my acting role in your life; sweet lips.

I love her indeed, i guess she loved me in seed, cause the nigga i would manifest into, she feared.

The presents unveils the gift of your future, so you are what you do.....Her father would always say....so I am guess; i would be a hoodlum and fakeass Bob Marley for rest of my life, with tattoos, piercings, pants on my ass, gang member, etc  

plant do grow into trees baby.

Or you forgot about the dreams we shared; on the sky being the limit, while we floated on the 9th cloud. The future family trees we watered every day in conversation of consummation. Yeah we different, i was left she was right but we worked together when it came to movement, i carried half your loads,

I listened, i prayed with or for you, i gave hope when hope left, i fucked you right, i was you span when your back wasn’t right, your friend, your lover, teacher, student, clown and preacher all in one,

I wasn’t right for you your dad tells you, i was too left so i left while the rain poured as she watched my back faded away into darkness, i guess you where never my field lights, cause you never called my number ever again.......

Miss beautiful graduated from college, she is a director of some sort, working at some office spot in town my sister told me once,

She drives a bmw, shops at sandton, hair imported for India, brazil etc, wears cloth that’s Taylor made, eats at restaurants with a celebrity clientele, associated with those with higher influence, walks with independence, i also heard she was on magazine covers, not dirty ones but Forbes type shit.

 Her friend told me once

She has kids, married to a nigga who works for her father’s lawyer firm, the nigga is balling, drives a lambo, they living the richest suburban area here in Pretoria. They got full marriage blessings from her parents, they families on both sides are always going on vacations together, even have shares in each other’s companies and shit.

Mary told me once

 but the guy is abusive always marking her body with burses, not the face those, cause thats how he hides his compulsive disorder, he makes her feel like, she is not woman enough or a shallow mother, she not happy, they differ in opinion, his never listens, nor helps her with anything, his definitely not right for her,  she is always crying on my shoulder, by my house, under late night coffee smells.

Her sister told me once

one day  she had enough of all the bullshit, she packed her clothes, the kids clothes; booked a ticket to Durban, she was leaving him.  But the gun he claimed to be for protection, he pulled out and put a bullet in her head.

Her mother said with tears, he had a bright future in my eyes and he was properly dressed like a gentle man, he walked with authority of success,

Her father said, with a letter she wrote to me, three months early,

 Saying...

 you was left, i was right, we were different but you were right for my heart, i wish, i never have let you left...

Lebron Spirits