Deuces - Mel Afoa

Song: Deuces - Chris Brown ft Tyga and Kevin McCall

Walking around the street bend, find you smoking with your boys,

you see me and walk forward, with a smile that doesn't reach your eyes.

I look around, see your boys with them dope pipes, air smelling of sickness,

and I quickly wonder what life is like in the eyes of a mother with a drug-addicted kid.

You reach me, and immedietly wrap your muscular arms around me, holding tightly,

yet inside this embrace, I feel something different, as if you are forcing your arms,

the kiss you put on my lips, feels like you had a choice between me or a cockaroach,

that though you chose me, you still feel disgust and pure hatred over your choice.

Im wondering what went wrong, and I remember the major discovery I made last night,

logged on to your facebook and see those private mails you somehow kept from me,

and the other girlfriend you have, the one you visit every friday you say is ' Late Shift',

So late shift what? Late shift sex? Late shift romping? Drink up and hooking after shift?

I can see in your eyes, that theres no love directed towards me, just guilt and sorrow,

sorrow that you feel for me because Im not loved by your beating heart no more,

and as you embrace me in a cold hug, I hear the sniggers by you bestest friend,

and I wonder if he knows about the girl, and how the girl you sleep with is his girlfriend.

Still it doesn't matter, because as the hug finishes, so does my pretense, and its over,

I do what angry girlfriends do, lifting our nail-polished fingers and placing it on their faces,

and as you bend over in pain and shock, I smile with triumph, still standing on my ground,

I turn behind to see those dope pipes drop to the floor, your boys going into full stare mode.

You look back at me with suprise and fear, but I can see the guilt slowly climbing into your veins,

and your eyes stare back at me, knowing that they have been caught looking at another girl's body.

I laugh as I look at you peering at me, hand covering the red mark my slap left on your face,

thinking about all the false memories I have of you, and the false intimate moments I thought were true,

your favourite song comes into my mind, stuck in my head with super glue, stuck in forever,

and my only words to you follow like pure venom, loud enough for your gangsters to hear.

"Chucking my deuces up. Moving into something better".