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the protest project

6.4.04

Momma whats wrong with me, I've got a lovely family and friends
And thats enough to make ends meet fuck dividends
But I be livin' in a lonely ass world
Searchin' for the perfect woman, not a little girl
See, they be dressin' all trashy actin' sassy
Spreadin' em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me
I can't compete with that
I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
But thats gettin' old
And I be gettin' told told to spit game man
But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
It's sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
I might end up celibate for the hell of it
And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
How they be lookin' nice, but dont be actin' right
And if you slackin' they might lead you to debt
Take your last givin(?) penny, the thought makes me stress
Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
I'll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect


How can something so good be so evil?
Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my song

How can something so good be so evil?

Something so right be so wrong?
I want to put trust into people
But I cant so I speak with my songs

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