Guarded

Of course I keep my heart super guarded..
Yea I’ve been lied to.. cheated on..
My heart has literally been ripped out and stomped on too.
They start out so great and often times end in hate..
This is not read from a book, so take a close look.
I’ve had a gun to my head and a knife to my throat..
I’ve been pushed down and told to, “shut the fuck up, get back the fuck up, stand the fuck up people are watching you!”
It all happened so often, all I could think about was my coffin.
He would open that car door with a fast swing to strike me then quickly close that door with that devilish laugh..
I looked that devil straight into his fucken eyes because no longer was I scared nor did I care..
Forgetting I was barely able to walk, bruises bigger then my hand.. how did i stand.
The homie Ghost was from Venice, yea he was a menace..
Many times the situations were extreme, therefore he would have to intervene..
The big house on the corner, literally took in a stranger..
Not really knowing me however they didn’t want me in danger..
So now lets slow it back down so i can put on my CROWN..
No, my name is NOT Betty. You may think I’m being petty..
Don’t take it personal.. Time to trust is a must..
Although I’m guarded, I’m still completely gold hearted. ❤
