you say you don't have time for me. <br />well i sugest you pause the clock. <br /> <br />speaking of time, <br />im sick and tired of being sick and tired. <br />and as of right now im puttin it to a stop. <br /> <br /> im tired of your excuses. <br /> and im sick of all yo lies. <br /> hell' i can do bad all by myself. <br /> i was feelin down. <br /> bout its time for me to rise. <br /> <br /> you dont appreciate me <br /> if you did you'd try and help <br /> but guess wat i no longer give a damn' <br /> <br /> matter of fact i want you outta my life <br /> you are no longer my man. <br /> <br /> i packed your things as you can see <br /> i have put up with you for qite sum time. <br /> <br />there's a time and place for every thing <br /> and it's time for me to get back my peace devine. <br /> <br />i lettered da 3 boxes of yours a.b.and c. <br /> after you load up a and b leave my car, da house and shed key. <br /> <br /> i laugh wen you said' wat bout box c? ' <br /> <br />it's an empty box just in front of the door to help you about. <br />you prolly wonderin' hows it gonna help you. <br /> <br />it's gonna help you c yo way out.<br /><br />melinda mackey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-about-time-6/
