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MrBroadcast Sweet Georgia Peach Chronicles: Going In Circles (Love)
by MrBroadcast

Love
What's love for real?
Because without you
I say forget love for real


What is real love to give?
If it's not with you
I can share this real love with


This means a lot to me
And that's why I get stressed
Because the moments I have with you
I’m always feeling so blessed

That was a moment to hold
That I want to control
Of watching our kids grow up
While we are getting old


That’s the good part of love
And here is some of the bad
The hurt the lies
The sad and the mad
The lust the cuss
Unjust and the fuss
Can he or she truly
Deny we of us

I live my life
Put up with strife
Going in Circles
While I'm trying to find a real love

Take my time
Doing it right
Don't wanna fight
All I want is find a real love


I wonder
How true is real love for real
Is real love so intense?
That you could kill for real

Kill another
Kill you lover
Or even yourself
Because if that’s real love
That’s something I have never felt

When it comes to real love
Can we really pick and chose
Brighter days when we win
Heavy blues when we loose


Why should I really care about real love for me?
When I wanted to held
It wasn’t love hugging
When I wanted to make love
It wasn’t love touching me

Shouldn’t love not only take?
But do the giving with me
So why does it seem love
Only wants to do all the tripping with me

I’m tired of the lying cheating deceiving denying
Actually to be honest
I’m sick of tired of trying

I live my life
Put up with strife
Going in Circles
While I'm trying to find a real love

Take my time
Doing it right
Don't wanna fight
All I want is find a real love

Trying to find love
By letting it find me
Why should I be kind to love?
It wasn’t kind to me

SO is love coming or going
Is it moving fast or slow?
And when we do come
Where does love go?

This brings me to this moment in time
My last crack at a love
I fell is honestly mine

Meaning I’m giving all my love
You can take it or leave it
But when it comes to my love
You must give it to receive it

Because you see
I’m a blue-chip first rounder
Sort of a throwback
So I like my style with class
I don’t shop on no ho rack

I’m not bragging
But if I’m picked number 1
I’m holding down the starters spot
And I’m doing the job till it’s done

I live my life
Put up with strife
Going in Circles
While I'm trying to find a real love

Take my time
Doing it right
Don't wanna fight
All I want is find a real love

From the beginning
I’m bringing consistency with me
Which means there will be
No under performing showing up late
Definitely no injuries with me
I’m your franchise player
From beginning to end
This means I can start at three positions
That’s Homie, That’s Lover, That’s Friend


Mr. Broadcast
Stay Tuned



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Published: Apr 09, 2009 (05:18 PM)
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  tamiah
03/25/10 (11:56 AM) 
Wow.... I like the unique flow and expression to this. "What's love for real? Because without you, I say forget love for real.. Speaking of love, I'm lovin' the track homie. That was smooth. You also gave me my quoate for the week. "I like my style with class, I don't shop off no ho rack." Keep up the great work... We all need to read and listen to more pieces like this... Maybe one day we'll learn from them.

03/24/10 (10:28 AM) 
this is good man...What inspires you to keep writing...and can you read some of mine and tell me what you think

04/23/09 (01:27 AM) 
Well alright...I'm lovin this one.

04/14/09 (07:56 PM) 
hot shit....and tha track that play after it...good shit homi

  peps
04/14/09 (03:02 AM) 
SPOT ON!!! fly flow ;0)

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