charles hunter - Cant touch

you can look but dont touch up locked in a frame
you can say i playing hard if it really was a game

and i know that its a shame everybody wants to grab
and its hurting through their soul way worst than i stab

uppercut than a jab he's falling down in the ring
she only wants a cheap trill you can call it a fling

a straight boss like a king im tarzan where's Mary jane
on my own journey no attorney staying in my lane

have it drizzle maybe rain doesn't shine like glitter
only got one life why dare act bitter

a baby huey no sitter best believe its hands off
so cold never fold so sick and i cough

charles hunter

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