April 27, 2013
From The Urban Apple by Glenn K. Morgan (author's profile)



Straight out the build
I know this chick named Keisha.
She was a sexy motion and a beautiful creature.
With mad flava she gave to others.
Dozens upon dozens, brother upon brother.
'Cause she never object to what love
Was or what it wasn't.

So like an A-1 contender she kept going.
Regardless if it's for the latest fashion,
Or a fist full of nunchuks
She kept joning.
Known to be the life of the party,
The sister that never forgot.
From the moment she morphed into a woman of sweetness,
Life became an act of sex.

With new Selena Johnson hips,
Kelly Price lips.

Oh, she was well respected.
'Cause never will she allow you and your boys
Be neglected of the gift known as
Lady Macbeth.
Oblivious she was and never dare to take the test
'Cause Keisha had heart!
Until Mister St. Joseph informed her
Soon her world will become dark.

2 many hearts she swallowed,
2 many night spent as
A sex model.
Now days swallowing pills are the procedures she must follow.
In order to sustain life another day.
Not thinking about the child inside
'Cause Keisha wasn't sure
If she'll be alive to stare into it eyes
So she cries alone and prays to God to
Bring her home.



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