My Love My Hustle by Sam Gandy-Williams

My pretty habit
You put your life in my chalice
 I drank it made savage
And Got greedier.
How could I manage  
you playing that buffer you took the brunt of my damage
Straight snacked it
 no capping.
Helped me see all my potential then
unpack it .
I seen us in a house but you gone put us in a mansion.
Real love! deeper than what is done on the mattress.
Now we,
better than lavish
told me just grab it.
You deserve the world
for what’s your beyond your face
what’s beyond your shape
you’re  a diamond and pearl.
Seen me on my blackest nights
provided light,
your insight shifted all my prospectives on how spending time.
Wont spend a dime
unless I can get a dollar
 built foundation on that principle
now we in tower
I don’t love I live you
see your Essences gives me power,
with you is like the first time that I hit sour.
Paid for that vacay got you tan on
had plan for the plan if the plan ran wrong
jam after jam had the keys to the door
If not you really kicked it in and opened the floor.
Never let me settle always strive for more
remind me everyday of when times was poor
When
life was a bore
now we on a world tour
life is like  Grand Prix
everyday we stampede.
I don’t love you live you  we from the struggle.
Sent me A love letter wrote it to my hustle.
To acknowledge that she provided everything
Wish she were flesh give her five karat wedding rings.