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Sitting alone in my condo,
Just bought Dru Hill's hits;
I hear, 'These Are the Times,'
But I see us as little jits.

Back in middle school,
You were a fine red dime;
Edison was the place,
That ended my world of crime.

Shantica Rolle, one thing I ask,
Do you recall me, on Valentine's,
That bracelet, if you still have it,
And all my old school lines?

I pursued you like crazy,
And I appreciate you for it;
It made me a better man,
Which I just cant forget.

Mister Barnes' second period,
Was the hardest for me, boo;
Once I had gotten eyes for you,
I began to ace the class too.

Shantica Rolle, one thing I ask,
Do you recall me, on Valentine's,
My heart, if you still want it,
And all those corny little lines.

Coach Doyle's fifth period,
Began a class that I recalled;
I saw you over all females,
As the finest of them all.

I had left all sports alone,
Until that moment of my life;
I began to work out at home,
Just to catch your eye. ...