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The Downfall of a North Philly Freak


As he walked into the room
I felt her stiffen
I knew this was just the type she liked
Handsome brotha
Brown, tall, regal
Sexy brotha Smelling good like hot sex on Sunday after church
Soooo wrong but soooo right
I knew she would weaken
I knew she would fall short of the promise she made
After that
Other brotha "loved"
split her apart
And left her drowning in her own self
I knew she didn't mean what she said
I tried to hold her but she slid from the satin lining


It has been 6 whole days
and
she hasn't checked in
once

Written by Jill Scott

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