I never fell in love but I do spell it T-R-A-Y 

‘cuz he is one of my most unforgettable guys. 

Tray was fine, fly, with a personality that set the mood. 

He treated me as if I was the only one in the room. 

Our attraction was obvious from the start 

and once we were together it was hard to be apart. 

But we did and made up to break up the made up some more,

 and one day I was truly out the door. 

I could not commit and most of all to what we have been through, 

you could not just be with one girl and had trouble staying true.

 But us not working was not entirely my fault

 when you went out with my best friend you truly broke my heart. 

Just as soon as ya’ll got together ya’ll did end. 

Even though she meant nothing to you she was my best friend.

Hey baby how you doing today? Just came by to get some bootah!

you may be fine or a real dime piece

but ya'll all look the same in between the sheets!

I’m a pretty boy so we players and just like to cut!

but really I’m insecure and that’s how we get caught up!

I love Luis Vutton, Hugo boss, and all designers that’s one of a kind!

Yeah I tried to sleep with your best friend but damn she was fine!

Why you bugging and trynna flip out on me

you just hating ‘cuz you ain’t wifey to be.

I’m sorry that you got caught up in my game

and that I never was able to make you scream my name!

I appreciate all the money you gave me boo,

and I never met a girl that was as down as you.

Well the truth of the matter is I’m a lie, a cheat, a fake

and treating you the way I did was one of my biggest mistakes.

Maybe I will eventually stop when i finally get some girl knocked up,

 until then I’m going to act immature, stupid, and never grow up!

Maybe just maybe I should have choose u over him

Maybe just maybe we were meant to be more than friends

and i know it seems too late but u been on my mind

its not ur cockiness or style but ur passion and drive

beautifully laid hair in a row so sleek

u fly, im fly, damn we’d b so chic!

maybe just maybe

maybe just maybe i should have kissed you in that room

then u’d be the earth and i’ll be the moon

maybe just maybe

Maybe just maybe u would have been my perfect guy

ur life, smile, ora, and mind

maybe i could have dissed u and say nuttin at all

or maybe i wouldn’t be crying listening to ur songs

maybe just maybe

maybe i should pick up my heart and tape it to go

cuz i should have told u i should have let u know

maybe i could see u still have feelings for her and that caught my eye

thats why i was acting reserved and very shy

maybe just maybe

or maybe u’d never know who this is about

and with all this effort u’d never find out

maybe just maybe….

my definition of love is something that can’t be explained

but felt

its not an emotion or description inside

but the perfection of his hands rubbing down my thighs

its the way that my hand fits his like a glove

or the pureness of his words that got me speaking in tongue

its his heart and how it beats perfectly with mines

or how we can spend hours on the phone silent and still know what’s on each others mind

its not how good he can make love that’s not the fact

but the notion of him wanting to making love its just that

its just the way he walks that compliments my stride

and I ain’t gotta ask if he mines cuz he always there to ride

its the way we kiss the way we hug the way he talks the way were one

the way when he’s with me and not and I’m alone

i still feel his presence his body his whole…being

it ain’t his looks that makes me woo

but the fact he could have any one but he wanna be my boo

he reppin’ me to the day he die as if he was living for a gang

and my title isn’t complete until I have his last name

I never wonder where he’s at cuz he lets me know

and I don’t need no fans cuz he #1 at all my shows

im not trynna say i ain’t nothing without him cuz i am

but i don’t wanna be without him that’s just it

i am not just a woman who stands by his side

that type of woman who gone ride or die

supporting him when he aint got the stacks

cuz i know he gone have me when i need that

give him a massage even when his soul is sore

and all our business shhh stays behind closed doors

I dont need I love you everyday cuz I can see it in his eyes

or how much he prays for me through the tears when he cry

how he treats me and just knows me like a book

takes over my all and like an earthquake it shook

I still have butterflies when he reaches for my hand

what’s my definition of love? My man!

Loud, ignorant, ghetto and robust

That’s what they shout, holla, and think of US

Hoodrat, skank, and always hoes

Say we ain’t got no class but, hell, what do they know?

Baby momma’s, homereckers, thieves, and lies

When they see us on the street they roll they eyes

Interesting how our “brotha’s” ain’t even got our backs

Maybe that’s why we angry cuz wassup with that?

Imma sista and yes I do have a problem

But everyone too damn busy to solve it

So I’m LOUD not because I don’t have home training

But because no one cares to listen to my “complaining”

I am not just a female that gets all the slack

But I am a women who just happens to be BLACK

I’m ghetto if that is what you wanna call it

But I was born to poor parents who were alcoholics

I may be robust but that’s cuz how I was raised

By women who all share my same shape!

You can call me a skank because I don’t close my thighs

But I don’t know how to sit; I never learned how to be polite

Excuse me if I’m not good with this arithmetic

In my culture if you can cook then baby that’s it!

I know you think I am promiscuous but that’s not the case

A stereotype made from masta of my slave sista’s who he use to chase

So I’m sorry if I may seem like a mad black women cuz maybe I am

I’m a woman and black, a double negative

I’m not just viewed as being inferior to my male counterparts but to all

And to be desired by whom, no one at all

My natural hair is proclaimed as ugly and unwanting

And 44.5% of us won’t get married, so who wants me?

I am almost expected to be a single mother and end up alone

And dare try to be the president, ha,t I’d be scold.

I am tough on the outside cuz inside I’m weak

Never been taught strength because I don’t have no daddy!

My black exterior goes deeper than my skin

It’s my essence, my being, my slave kin.

I am reminded everyday walking down the street

My mirror image of me is not what’s Beauty

Even though I got sista’s out there that make good names for my race

People still look down on me and spit on my face

Instead of fighting and trying to keep up with their pace,

I am left with nothing but shame

For myself, and it hurts like a knife going through my chest

Especially when our brotha’s say those things, whose suppose to know us best!

Who suppose to know how it feels to walk in our shoes

So please forgive us society for we not know what we do,

But yes I am Angry,

Sad,

Ugly,

And Alone,

Stuck in a country that is not my African home

And you’d see that being angry is all you can do

If you were a Black Women in America too.

I DON’T WANNA B A 5STAR TRICK OR A BARBIE 

THOSE UNHUMANISTIC CHARACTERS DONT DESCRIBE ME

THEY MORE FOR PPL WHO CANT FIND THEMSLVES

SO THEY STRIVE TO TRY TO BE SOMETHING ELSE

U FANTASIZE WHILE IM IN THE REAL WORLD

AINT GOT NO TIME 2 ACT LIKE LIL GIRLS

KEEP MY BOOKS IN MY FACE AND

DONT GET OUTOF PLACE

CUZ SHE GONE B ALL UP IN THAT FACE

BUT WHY? 

SHE LOOKS CRAZY AT ME CUZ I DONT GET BACK IN LINE

BUT WHY?

IS IT CUZ IM AN INDEPENDENT WOMAN PHOENOMENALLY?

OR CUZ IM SO HARD THAT YOU CANT BE?

u SAY U GOT FLOWS BUT IS THAT WHAT MAKES U THE TOP MACK?

OR IS IT CUZ U SO EASY TO LAY DOWN ON R BACK?

I DONT JUDGE CUZ U DO WHAT CHU DO

BUT I DONT LIVE MY LIFE CALLING MYSELF A BITCH BOO

A MIRROR IS AN OBJECT TO OBSERVE ONE SELF

I SUGGEST U BUY ONE AND GET SOME HELP

AS A WOMEN U ARE BORN WITH SO MUCH TO GIVE

U ARE MORE THAN THE BODY OR SOMEONE’S KID!

LADIES U FORGOT HOW POWERFUL U CAN BE

AND IM TALKING BEYOND THE USE OF THE PUSSY

U R AN ORGANISM THAT CAN GIVE LIFE

A DEVINE CREATURE, SISTA’S, AUNTIE’S, AND WIVES

WHAT U SEE AIN’T WHAT U GET

WHAT U THINK U KNOW MAYBE SOMETHING U FORGET!

U CALL YOURSELF A BITCH AND GET TREATED VERY MEAN

WHEN U DESERVE BETTER Thats TO BE RESPECTED AS A QUEEN!

EVOLUTION PLEASE NICKI!

I don’t believe in Cinderella or them other Princessa’s

Cuz in real life you didn’t drop your slippa it got took

by some hood rat who knew the streets like a book

& she may have not wanted to take my place

but she did, and it was the way she baked her cakes

that brung all the boys to the yard

& not just johnny apple seed either

i wonder if he eats her

cuz that dragon he puttin’ down he use to slay on me

& that bitch betta b happy cuz she got one from me

and that usually don’t b

to ride in a carriage & leave in a pumpkin

then why the hell was we fuckin’?

tell me somethin’

what she got that i dont have

she may have style

but she has no class

flat ass

with no swag

yet she @ the ball w/ my prince

sporting my brand new corset

well boo

im not finna b dissed

u wont catch me w/ my fairy god mom wishing on a star tonight

cuz i see my future & its very bright

without u

so do u

cuz imma b like rapuntzel, let my hair down

whippin it back & forth throughout town

so mr. charmin’ have fun fitting shoes from the ball

cuz this is one princess that deserves better than some frog!

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