A little something to let you men know where my mind is at...
Damn this man leaves me with so much confusion, Like learning math or the propertiesof fusion. The love one minute is so intense, then he starts tripping dropping st8 nonsense. Oneday he`s filled with such affection, then 3 or 4 days of neglect I try not to clown or disrespect Being a women of the millienum, I dont use the labels But while he renigs I throw all my cards to the table I try not to get caught up with the black male sterotypes Like he`s a dog only outfor the cooch cause that aint right We spend time, talk, laugh and express While trying to get to know him my timeI invest But then he shuts down and the silence is like a knife cutting my body, making me bleed, stoping the life That I know we could build together, leaving the past in the past Cause I`ve played games to see if he`d last In my world of constant change and insecurities A world built on faith and progression in my abilities To love, adore and but him on the pedestal that the black king deserves But then he trips and bumbs his head and gets on my last nerve And I wake up from this dream about love, faith and trust Cause when I looked in his eyes all I see is LUST!!!
Just cause my hobby states sex that dont mean I`m trying to screw all ya`ll men. That aint me, there is a difference between a freak and a hoe if ya`ll feel me.
And what makes ya`ll think that I would just pick Internet Guys to get my bomb %#&@$! pus!!!!!!!!!!! Honey we need to kick it go bowling, throw some darts, hit up some strip clubs for show (yeah Bricks likes the ladies, too) Thats what it takes for me!!!!!!!!!
