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Some times I drift, and an image of you appears/the image of how I never want my man 2 b/I drift and all I can think of is the rage in your eyes/ a ticking time bomb is the phrase that is hovering over your head/ never kno what to expect next, living life by the minute on edge, on alert even in my sleep/ I had to change from sinking deep into the inevitable world of my dreams to looking like a member of SWAT wit a bat next to my bed/ sometimes I drift and an image of you appears/ I think its because of how rapidly you came into my life/ u been gone but u keep appearing before my very eyes/ and that stirs the emotions I for so long bottled up inside/ released on the page but never verbalized to another/ my words unseen to another/its not that I hate you, I just prefer you live in another country and not the land of my nightmares/ sometimes I drift, and an image of you appears/ and everytime I meet a good guy, I wonder 'is he like him?' will I see him swing as of he was on a baseball team?/ will I see him charger like he plays football?/ will I see him slap like he plays hockey?/ all of the scenes I've seen began to form a story like im on TV/ I begin to search my previous memories and ask 'where did I write this in my life story?'/ and I see I didn't and it bothers me, but what I have seen has affected my biology/ my mind that is/ and now there is a battle between spirit and flesh/ I tunnel vision in and see that what I now know, God wants to over power the truth that has been deeply planted, deeply rooted in my mind/ cuz they're different/I sometimes drift and your face appears/ everytime somebody try to do right by you/ or try to dog you, HERE YOU ARE!/ messing up and changing up the mood in the atmosphere like popcorn burnt from being cooked for eight minutes/ the alarm goes off as I attempt to exit the situation/ then thoughts of you consume me and my only way out is to pray for you b/c im tryna leave the tupac thug life alone/drift: I do this sometimes and an image of you appears/I get enraged because I remember some of the things you use to say to me/ and I remember some of the things you did toward me/u r the very image of how I never want my man 2 b/ never hit, never degrade me, never steal from me/ Some times I drift, and an image of you appears/and it makes me vomit