I wanted you at times I felt like I needed you what I did for you was never a chore I actually needed too
You were more than my women
You where my best friend
I was more than your man
I was your left hand but you was my rib though
At last one who is like me
Flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
You was my high key
So worthy
When I spoke you heard me so perfect
Never thought you could ever desert or hurt me but
Shit happens and shit happened
Over and over again I mean shit really happened
I looked in the mirror time after time asking…..how the fuck did this shit happen
Than it dawned on me
it wasn’t personal
You just never been touched before
Kissed right
held tight
Unconditionally loved before
All she ever knew was physical abuse
Lie after lie before
So I forgave her for more than I ever forgave before
I couldn’t just walk away from all that I labored for we were joined at the hip Siamese twins joined by the navel cord
But you pushed me
and the times that I complained the pain you shhhhhhed me
And you pushed till the point it broke me
Why would you provoke me
When you know I can be the fuckin devil if I chose to be
But you got me fucked up
And when I say you got me fucked up
I don’t mean dazzed confused depressed in a bad mood
Nawww not at all
When I say you got me fucked up
I mean you misinterpreted my kindness for weakness
Confused over looking shot for blindness but I peep shit… and your only as sick as your secrets
See you just think your my only option all the ladies in the hood are watching my loyalty and how I treat you like royalty for all to see that you mean everything to me
But for just one moment if you stop and see
They not really watching me…..
They watching you and all the bogus shit that you do, so disrespectful I must not mean shit to you and now they telling me what I do and what I don’t deserve
When I tell them that you my girl they be like skurrrrrrt you fucking with her?
They be like OH NO baby boy ohh girl she be in the curb public property doorknob status everybody gets a turn and I do mean everybody
Baby got boddies it’s like flat backing is her hobby, baby boy you can do sooooooo much better I promise you can do sooo much better I promise I mean let’s be honest clear your conscience is what she telling you really love? I mean you can’t read her heart but she can show your heart… soo is what she showing you really love
Is what she telling you really love ohhhh baby boy let me ask you??? Is what she showing you really love?
