Listen to me when I say, this shit doesn’t come easy. Before you find the right one, a few have to do you greasy. The shock leaves you stuck, no air, a lot of wheezing. Then You pick it all apart and try to find a valid reason.
One time, you’re the fool. More than that, its on me. Everything is “I, I, I” when it used to be all “We”. Eyes wide shut, having visions but cant see. Now the picture’s getting clearer and U know this wont be.
You lead me on each waking day & each sleeping night. Should’ve followed my gut when I felt this wasn’t right. Will you miss me if I’m gone? Out of mind when out of sight. I can stay and roll around but those fleas always bite.
A lot of mixed signals, things aint always what they seem. This over drawn nightmare has killed my last dream. There is never the option of jumping team to team. But you’re riding on the fence, walking on a thin beam.
Like we’ve never met before, you treat me like a stranger.What we once had, is now in complete danger. So many words can be used to express this wild anger. We need to hang it up quick, somebody go get a hanger.
Time after time after time, we keep reliving the drama. Then hearts get hurt & put through severe trauma. I knew it was a bad thing, shoulda listened to my momma. Shits getting too hot, every convo is a sauna.
You’re full of run on sentences, Its really annoying me. You don’t do shit to be treated like royalty. Live & you learn, sometimes you gotta let it be. Now tell me what the fck you people know about LOYALTY??
Showing posts with label So u mad?. Show all posts
Showing posts with label So u mad?. Show all posts
Friday, September 9, 2011
Inferno…
** Bored at work yesterday and this just came to mind… Nothing all wordy or fancy.. just Real Rap Raw! lol.
When things simmer down, they add fuel to the fire.
I hope you find the attention that you crave & desire.
Its not something brand new, there's been situations prior.
I won't dress this up, No ecclesiastical attire.
We live & let go, there's no reason to hold fast
Time is of the essence, no dwelling on the past
Some things are better broken, no need for the cast
The once beautiful window is now shattered glass.
Its no price of friendship but is sure aint free.
It costs to be the boss & it sure aint cheap.
Be careful what you say, for the wrong words may seep
What you've worked so hard for, may end up floating in the deep.
You win some, you lose some. Life's a constant gamble.
Its never really smart to bite off more than you can handle.
The letters are there, like the soup from Campbell's.
But as easy as you've made it, things can end up in shambles.
I haven't said much, I've learned verbal restraint.
There are no hard feelings, & not complaint.
Nobody is perfect, I never claimed to be a saint.
No 3-second violations, so get out of the paint.
When things simmer down, they add fuel to the fire.
I hope you find the attention that you crave & desire.
Its not something brand new, there's been situations prior.
I won't dress this up, No ecclesiastical attire.
We live & let go, there's no reason to hold fast
Time is of the essence, no dwelling on the past
Some things are better broken, no need for the cast
The once beautiful window is now shattered glass.
Its no price of friendship but is sure aint free.
It costs to be the boss & it sure aint cheap.
Be careful what you say, for the wrong words may seep
What you've worked so hard for, may end up floating in the deep.
You win some, you lose some. Life's a constant gamble.
Its never really smart to bite off more than you can handle.
The letters are there, like the soup from Campbell's.
But as easy as you've made it, things can end up in shambles.
I haven't said much, I've learned verbal restraint.
There are no hard feelings, & not complaint.
Nobody is perfect, I never claimed to be a saint.
No 3-second violations, so get out of the paint.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
The Victim...
He wrote you love letters, you got mad so you ripped them.
You hit that man 1st, then you went and cried victim.
Shot him with his gun, got scared then you switched them.
He begged for your help, fell down and you kicked him.
You never told him about the fake plans that you had.
That you'd use him like a trend, til the end of the "fad".
Each "good thing" had an underlying bad.
Or that you didnt care about his feelings, Fck if he was sad.
When they came for the interview you only said the half.
You told them about the work and everywhere he hid his stash.
About the late night runs, on the way to the cash.
How'd he'd run up in the spot, stick em up & then dash.
You failed to tell the part that you kept a bunch of money
How he took you out the hood, kept you from lookin bummy.
This shit cant be real, not the least bit funny.
A life you learned to love and now you made him the test dummy.
These bitches WILL lie, anything to save face.
Eating with dirty money but you forgot to say grace.
Moving a little too fast, slow down, watch your pace.
This is a cut throat world, everyone wants to win this race.
But when its all said and done, he had no chance in this fight.
You never did say how you'd give that "Long Kiss Goodnight".
What goes around comes around. Hope you're ready for that bite.
But YOU'RE once again The Victim so we both know you're right.
You hit that man 1st, then you went and cried victim.
Shot him with his gun, got scared then you switched them.
He begged for your help, fell down and you kicked him.
You never told him about the fake plans that you had.
That you'd use him like a trend, til the end of the "fad".
Each "good thing" had an underlying bad.
Or that you didnt care about his feelings, Fck if he was sad.
When they came for the interview you only said the half.
You told them about the work and everywhere he hid his stash.
About the late night runs, on the way to the cash.
How'd he'd run up in the spot, stick em up & then dash.
You failed to tell the part that you kept a bunch of money
How he took you out the hood, kept you from lookin bummy.
This shit cant be real, not the least bit funny.
A life you learned to love and now you made him the test dummy.
These bitches WILL lie, anything to save face.
Eating with dirty money but you forgot to say grace.
Moving a little too fast, slow down, watch your pace.
This is a cut throat world, everyone wants to win this race.
But when its all said and done, he had no chance in this fight.
You never did say how you'd give that "Long Kiss Goodnight".
What goes around comes around. Hope you're ready for that bite.
But YOU'RE once again The Victim so we both know you're right.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
The Art Of "Hoe"...
The term "Hoe" is thrown around VERY loosely. Everyday situations, heated debates, casual convo and in tons of other cases, you or whomever you're discussing can be called a hoe. What is the REAL meaning of a hoe? If one has hoe tendencies, does that make them a hoe or just hoe-like?
This is not really a breakdown but just some of MY thoughts on a hoe.
1 - If you smash more than two people out the same click, I'd like to think that's some hoe boderline shit. I say borderline ONLY because u could've been unaware that they were ppls. But whatevs.
2 - Smashing someone when you first meet (or very soon after) them doesn't mean that you're a hoe. U just know what u want and don't feel like wasting a bunch of time. HOWEVER, if you're smashing EVERYONE you meet when you meet them, THAT is some hoe shit.
2.5 - People meet through mutual friends, exchange #'s, BBMs, DMs, whatever and after a while u feel like yall cool. Smash at your own will.
3 - IDGAF what yall say, as a female... you KNOW who u are willing (or not) to give it up to, off rip. How yall vibe after that helps determine how much of a chance he still has, if any. Just because he's cute or got alot doesn't mean its a sure thing. I personally DGAF what u have cuz it aint mine anyway. If you go all out is based on how much he cooperates.
4 - Meeting people on social sites doesn't make u a hoe... Fuckin em all does. And besides, If u can't meet people at the club, church or social sites, where the fck ya'll meeting people at?
5 - While you hoes fckin for the FREE, some hoes got smart and made a living off of it. Guess you might as well get more than a nut out of it cuz I KNOW some of these dudes can't deliver even that much.
6 - If you're fckin your homegirls BD, man, FWB, whatever, I'd like to say thats hoe shit. IDGAF how fine a nigga is, if u fckin my friend... no can do. If we don't know thats on us but once we find out... Adios.
7 - I dont believe there are THAT many people in this world who are only on one hand with their body count unless they started yesterday. Ex. A girl is 25... she started at 16... I assume she has like 12 bodies. Do the math. That alil more than two people a year. Now calculate your own shit. Thanks. Shut up.
8 - There is no specific number of people u have to smash to be a hoe. Just the circumstance and manner in which u bring about the smashage.
9 - No strings attached, Friends with benefits, or just being cutty buddies don't make you a hoe. You just dont see yourself fit for a relationship at the moment. Nothing wrong with that. Why lie? Just keep it 100. Shit, yall might end up being made for each other. lol.
Encore - Men can be hoes too. We expect yall to fck everything, even if its nothing more. We expect yall to have a phonebook full of pussy on demand. If all your homeboys keep a flock of bitches, you're kinda guilty by association. Yall do it to females so the feeling is mutual. That's just the way it is. More importantly, If you on that Marvin's Room shit... You too are a hoe, sir. Any man who interferes with another man's quantity of pussy... is a hoe. Mind your fckin business. OR if you're tellin all your homeboys the play by play down to every possession and turnover, you're a hoe ass nigga and dont deserve anymore pussy.
Play innocent all you want, they gon call u a hoe anyway. Lol.
Long story short, U can be a simple hoe or a complicated hoe but you're still a hoe nonetheless. Im not here to judge cuz I frankly don't care who you're fckin. Yo miles dont make mine go up. I know where I stand and im ok with that.
& remember... a hit dog gon hollaaaa!!!!
Hoe on Hoes!!!
(Will edit as needed)
This is not really a breakdown but just some of MY thoughts on a hoe.
1 - If you smash more than two people out the same click, I'd like to think that's some hoe boderline shit. I say borderline ONLY because u could've been unaware that they were ppls. But whatevs.
2 - Smashing someone when you first meet (or very soon after) them doesn't mean that you're a hoe. U just know what u want and don't feel like wasting a bunch of time. HOWEVER, if you're smashing EVERYONE you meet when you meet them, THAT is some hoe shit.
2.5 - People meet through mutual friends, exchange #'s, BBMs, DMs, whatever and after a while u feel like yall cool. Smash at your own will.
3 - IDGAF what yall say, as a female... you KNOW who u are willing (or not) to give it up to, off rip. How yall vibe after that helps determine how much of a chance he still has, if any. Just because he's cute or got alot doesn't mean its a sure thing. I personally DGAF what u have cuz it aint mine anyway. If you go all out is based on how much he cooperates.
4 - Meeting people on social sites doesn't make u a hoe... Fuckin em all does. And besides, If u can't meet people at the club, church or social sites, where the fck ya'll meeting people at?
5 - While you hoes fckin for the FREE, some hoes got smart and made a living off of it. Guess you might as well get more than a nut out of it cuz I KNOW some of these dudes can't deliver even that much.
6 - If you're fckin your homegirls BD, man, FWB, whatever, I'd like to say thats hoe shit. IDGAF how fine a nigga is, if u fckin my friend... no can do. If we don't know thats on us but once we find out... Adios.
7 - I dont believe there are THAT many people in this world who are only on one hand with their body count unless they started yesterday. Ex. A girl is 25... she started at 16... I assume she has like 12 bodies. Do the math. That alil more than two people a year. Now calculate your own shit. Thanks. Shut up.
8 - There is no specific number of people u have to smash to be a hoe. Just the circumstance and manner in which u bring about the smashage.
9 - No strings attached, Friends with benefits, or just being cutty buddies don't make you a hoe. You just dont see yourself fit for a relationship at the moment. Nothing wrong with that. Why lie? Just keep it 100. Shit, yall might end up being made for each other. lol.
Encore - Men can be hoes too. We expect yall to fck everything, even if its nothing more. We expect yall to have a phonebook full of pussy on demand. If all your homeboys keep a flock of bitches, you're kinda guilty by association. Yall do it to females so the feeling is mutual. That's just the way it is. More importantly, If you on that Marvin's Room shit... You too are a hoe, sir. Any man who interferes with another man's quantity of pussy... is a hoe. Mind your fckin business. OR if you're tellin all your homeboys the play by play down to every possession and turnover, you're a hoe ass nigga and dont deserve anymore pussy.
Play innocent all you want, they gon call u a hoe anyway. Lol.
Long story short, U can be a simple hoe or a complicated hoe but you're still a hoe nonetheless. Im not here to judge cuz I frankly don't care who you're fckin. Yo miles dont make mine go up. I know where I stand and im ok with that.
& remember... a hit dog gon hollaaaa!!!!
Hoe on Hoes!!!
(Will edit as needed)
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