Thoughts of a Nigga. (Martin's Heart)

Just lend me ears, sit, listen.
See it through the eyes, through the vision.
Of a nikka breathing with Machines, mama praying that he breathing.
Doctors on a panic, blood sucking like the leeches. Through the pipes he was living.
Been dripping since the first, they was calling for the hurses, said he got a curse

Martin:
"Life almost drew me but she the life line.
Right into my arms, caught her falling from the sky,
From the eigth cloud. We was dealing kinda messy.
Cause my eyes were on you while I was fucking with your bestie.
I'm testing, what we gotta to be cool,
(I mean)
Put my pride aside for you pride(I see)
Should I call you boo, is you down. (you dig)
Spilling on me, got me spilling on all the
Smoke. As I stroke in your stomach, you know I'm trying cuff it, you can miss with the rubber."
Hey, I'm Martin.

Martin:
Pretty eyes, body fine, you looking divine.
Got some digits I could dial, what's your name?
Said iss Gina, could spare a little dime? cause I need in my pocket, put your picture in my wallet. I'm in awe with your smile, that shit had me nervous, like the verses in them churches. Or the bodies in hurses. All your exes ain't deserve you.
Kill any motherfucker that will try to hurt you.
Drill any motherfuck that will lust on you.
Got me Talking with your mama, picking brains from an hour.
You got from your mama, fashion killa like Rihanna.
Sistas mess with the best, wanna hear you call me poppa.
Popping bottles with your poppa, I'm trying win you over.
It's October, what happened to forever,
Is it over?
What happened to the dreams of us chilling on the sofa?, too bad you ain't stoner,
Though you keep me rolling. Rolling over the emotions, wonder if I'm on your mind.
Wonder if I'm still your type, was a nigga wasting time?

Gina:
Poppa you was on my mind, said you on my mind.
Dawg your visions got me blind. Almost all the time. How you say you not my type when I'm spending all this time.
LIKE them talks about the riffer, see I know that you a killer but you a real nikka.
Still Mizing my texts, even with the pictures.
You Said I'm Mona Lisa, but you damaging image.
Who's been hitting up your phone, got you smiling, changing tone.
Better let a bitch know or have me walking out the door.

Martin:
I would answer all the questions but you'll say I'm being defensive.
Breaking down fences, did you see it through it lenses.
The feelings I'm feeling inside could make a deaf ma go blind.
The future was destined to shine, I felt it every kiss.
Asshole talks but you know that I'm the shit.
Keeping it a buck, but you hating on Kris.
Look me in my eyes! Can't you see a nikka trying.
Look me in my eyes! Can't you see that poppa dying.
Look me in my eyes!
Nikkas realize when you fighting your demise, I don't fuck with suit and ties 'less you willing to be mine. Digging for the treasures cause I'm Biggie with the pressure finna blow my fucking my head off sitting here and stressin.'
Sitting here venting, get message don't delete it, please do feel it in the rhythm of your heart 'case I die.