We vowed to only make love to each other.
I kept my promise. Even though;
We weren’t calling each other baby and shit..
Even though; we wasn’t getting nasty; fucking all crazy n shit..
Making it do what it do.
Through all the bullshit; I still wanted you.
I even inboxed her to get the full story.
Cause this shit just can’t be true.
She confessed; it was nothing to her and your just a good guy who knew what he wanted; supposedly that’s where I fit.
Loving me must feel like hitting a lick
Cause you never know what you’re gonna get;
Loving you was a hit and a miss.
I should have never removed my too harsh diss; when I wrote postpartum Blues.
Even after depression,
When it comes to you
I’m still receiving terrible news
And the bad part is; IDEFWU
Somebody call blues clues
So he can give my love some tools he can use
I threw you away cause I refused to keep being abused…
And the time I hit you with my car; repeatedly…
trying to get my point across
That if you died that day
I wouldn’t be sad; maybe relieved
From all this pain you’ve caused
Oh and the time I smacked you upside ya head with that African wood;
I didn’t see blood
So I guess the stroke wasn’t too good
You love me?
All the fucked up stunts you pulled;
made it impossible to believe.
That’s when I realized the door to my life was wide open!
I desire you to leave.
I thought you loved me; it was all an illusion
I thought you loved my son; your absence laughs at me
I thought you loved yourself
That’s where we got it all twisted.
You have to love yourself, King.
My first Mother’s Day.