PROSPECTS

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PROSPECTS

Am not sick and tired of being here,
Am jus sick and tired of sayin' it.
See this here Love,
Be too much Love.
Its one way traffic.

This Love be stagnant.
Ein' got no intention to cause tension,
Am jus lookin for attention,
Coz most times,
You give me no mention.

Its not 'bout trust or mistrust,
Coz in contrast,
This here Love,
Be 'bout respect and prospects,
So let put it in context.

Don' tense Luv,
We just need to get the tenses right.
Is we prospects, present tense or jus past tense?
Am done askin',
Best get to answerin',
Before this here prospects,
present elsewhere!

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