Too high for pain.
Too high for niggas.
Too unique to be labeled as anything.
Too alluring to ever avoid temptation.
Beautiful, and sometimes when she wants to be, elegant.
Small and Breakable, how could she be breakable when she's already broken?
Put down and unable to recover from the pain and heaviness she felt. Small heart but big personality. A woman who acts tuff and bold but isn't near the out put of it all. She didn't feel like she could be anything more then hood bound, getting money from a nigga who says he got her till the end. She didn't and had never made her own, luck was all she had, but right now she was confused as she held her blunt in a deep thought. Trying to get into her writing as this was the forth anotebook she had been threw this week. She was silent as the beat she wanted for the song she was so hardly trying to write played over and over in her head. Trying to picture the words in place, they fell nicely with the rhythm. Quickly putting her blunt in the...