I like to write, but I'm not a fan of people

Man every ounce of moisture made to be more than a generous pond

Salty mixtures falling  from her eyes  as you just sit back and realize it's her crying

Man it seems like every day a man can never see a genuine woman even if she's the one that's carrying his disabled ass

So this is how that fancy fabulous generous and magnificent woman now carries herself:

 A blistering bitch is what I'm boiling to be so all you phony ass people can see and get what you want from me

You acted like i was so far gone for so damn long that now that you see me acting so new you don't know where I came through from

It's a new dimension where your quarel came to see me from deep within you

Where all your secrets and lies are hidden yeah they came to me did I mention ?

You so big and you got them physical gains yeah that's impressive

But now that I'm Holding a point 45 at an angle    you can't remember the pain you put me through

Like "wow this bitch new" nah this bitch just knew that you'd be another reason that my heart is disintegrated

Making me want to chase after women and stay clear of men like they segregated

I was just a damn puppy when you had me

Yeah you was just another broken man on the street

So I found you and made your nightmares disappear and you mind became clear

What happens then? You think I'm disposable? Like a glass beer bottle that's recyclable?

So now that the tables turned and the violence is no longer yours I must be crazy!

No what's crazy is that you the bitch ass man that made me a pit bull but can't understand that when you threw that shit up it was going to hit the fan

And now my violence is because I'm a woman that is just obsessed with you

You so silly man let me tell your groupies that you Satan and boy I was possessed by you

Bye little girlies I hope you had fun on your forbidden one night stand and I hope you didn't leave your panties in the night stand cause I swear he's just going to throw them away when the next little prancer comes in and does the same

See none of you realize that the violence from my brain traveling to my squeezer finger could ever possibly have to do with a little zinger

Yeah and he is just one of a few thinking he's one in a million but he's just like every other boy in this city's population of 20point three one million

See as a little puppy my intentions were always so innocent

I saw that fucking potential and knew it could be brought to life In a sense

But as soon as you got a taste of that growth you turned into an arrogant asshole who has no control over the power that's pushed on the surface breaking that surface tension

But I guess I'll never be able to realign your potential and soul so let me stop bitchin