my big secret

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She knew they brought her for him They knew she like that brown skin. Every night they brought her for him. But she was just feeling his vibe On his cool bad riddim.
I have a secret. It’s a crush. It started out small, a normal flicker of a friendship.   But that little flicker burst into flames when I wasn’t home.
How can they be so completely immersed? This “love” that barely had a chance to start, Is sickening to the deep’st part of my heart. Why was I doomed to have this awful curse?
I look forward to rolling down the streets at you in tiny plastic cars. But Saturdays can’t come too soon the streets are black, you won’t call back till late afternoon
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