The Difference.

I heard a white man's yes is a black maybe. We remain impatient, struggle with a 9 to 5, jail cells and hard times, we liberated? Payback is karma's cousin and I see hella repercussions. Guns, sex, and drugs right? That's entertainment for the masses. Until we're spoiled away like that bread you make. Stale, not tasty. Your flow is just hasty. I heard you employed, so it ain't very playa like.. Where's ya grills, whip and ice at? "I'm not a rapper, I just act hard" Niggas sad so I'm simply not hearing it. 'Cause there's more good women than men percentage wise. So my chances of having a husband just minimized. That's why females claim they ain't into guys and mess with other girls part-time to improvise. Improvision stopped soon as he said Hello. Cute face, 6 foot 5, chocolate brown eyes. Smooth skin like cocoa butta', a "cool brotha', Yummy, tasty, a tongue's delight... Fulfilling, soothing, a real treat despite...

Misconception.

The only person you have to answer to is yourself; you make your own rules. The minute you figure that out, you're free. And since then, I've been on a living spree, sit back and envy. This crooked world has changed me. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, I'm crazy; about him. Manipulative in capturing essence of love, despite my feelings & what we're capable of. But interference of our infatuation equals no us. Withhold my heart & enabling capability to deceit, knowing my power to leave. We were intertwined, now our tactics don't relate. My mind & heart fight each other; ready to escape, not willing to withstand the pain & what I will never gain. So many chances to take you back in, but I refuse. Because I know, as the game goes on, in the end; I'll lose. Because everybody fuck up but in the end, there's no trust. And you have no reason for your actions & the "if's, and's, and but's." Confusion at it's worst because at first you didn't admit, you did what you did & no lie, you meant it. And you reminisce on our good times & when our relationship lit. & I wonder in my mind, why try so hard to take you in? When your actions repeat and you continue to mistreat. I don't understand what I did; what? Am I not good enough? Do I not deliver, if not more, what other girls do? Jus' because I don't let you smack my ass & call you boo? You're so confused, you don't know what to do. The difference between hoes & your girlfriend is unknown to you. In the end, you're indifferent in the specks of it, you don't regret shit. So, why am I stressing it? This ain't love, it's a game. Checkmate, ya done den...

The Anthem.

You can't break me cause you ain't make me. Therefore, I'm bluntly the best. Haters should recognize before they criticize 'cause I'm jerry in this game of cat and mouse; you can chase me but you can't phase me. Understand that you ain't gotta like it but you will respect it. There's things that happened in the past I'm upset with, but I wouldn't change it; I don't regret shit. We all make mistakes and if theres anything, I'll say now and I'll say it to ya face and it stay in ya place... it is what it is...