HEAR A SISTAS CRY FOR HELP!

I know that ALL women don’t feel this way, but I do KNOW that they do feel this way
Some of the times. So to those who don’t feel this way today remember yesterday…

Why are MY insecurities, giving OUR relationship inequities.
Why do we think the same, yet my heart still wont play the game.

When can I learn the “playas tricks”, you know “don’t get giddy over new dick.
When can a sista ask a question, and when its not the answer in their head not think DECEPTION.

Where can a sista get love and joy, without carrying more weight on losing the boy.
Where is there moderation in the middle of my hurricane extremes…
Oh you know I say a bunch of shit, and you say I know what you mean.

What is it that makes me mad at your mistakes, but if I fuck up you know “I can give as well as I can take…(oooh a nigga will leave yo ass on that one TRUST ME)

Let me come out of my mind and speak from the heart…
A lot of the times im not lovin you cause, im too worried about the day we will part.

I cant get into you cause im to afraid of you seeing me.
That shit weighs heavily on a heart, when I see what is cant be.
Cause im campaigning for a breakup.
I’m not P.R. savvy enuff to do a makeup.

So I hope you see my fears and vagueness.
As a sign of love and not strange fits.

Cause im lovin you like a fat girl loves cake.
I’m spinning every time you hold me before the love we make.
Lets call a spade a spade you aint the yen to my yang.
You are the answer to my hearts every pang.

His patience isn’t a virtue…it Is this relationships glue.
Damn! Why can’t a sista understand when he looks at us…
His eyes show, not what he sees…he’s showing us a better you.

I know sometimes we need to check that damn ego…
Cause these are my thoughts, I just woke up two minutes ago.