Hit This

This is your typical girls witness account

Who developed her mental fitness from all the boys that were tryn'a

Hit this.

Not your typical "woe is me" type of bull-ish

But the more reformed kind of

Illogical business

The kind where you shame in yourself and cry

Damn, "woe is you" kind of vindictiveness

Cuhs I feel more sorry for you than any of your other misses.

Though once, I did let him hit this and his her he calls his girl

But hes

Finding me as a certain type of property to bother me

Disregarding the qualities to my philosophies

But fiending for this derrière size that dishonors me, bothering this exasperated soul

Fractured opposites depositing the same amount of college kid politics

Physically seeking out the bodily proud carelessly unaware of how loud her conscience speaks

Cuhs you block off the morale she hides underneath

As she opens you up to a wide bright smile that she fakes to the bright white teeth

Wasting your days and sitting in a daze

Creating displays like its not just a phase

Spectating her actions like they wanna imitate her ways

Wanting a shot but she can handle no chase

Wanting a bomb bitch with bomb tits

A bitch coo enough to take fat hits

Full lips and fly kicks

Sitting wondering when will time hit

She's one in the same

Throwing out for the bait but it's never the case

How many displays is it gonna take for you to see that it's fake?

Taking a fuck as she's giving you her brain

Not the head to the back of the throat

But the intelligence that pervades

And her face is a facade for you to welcome her into the darkness of your ways

She handles herself with all beauty, style and grace

As you lay her down like a hoe to the rake

Her immediate disguise

Have haters watch her and despise

Settling for the 2nd rate compromise she tends to find herself receiving to your suaveness and lies

So she reciprocates the chase

Blinding herself to the ignorance like mase

Knocking out to the sun, forgetting the date

Making everyday unknown, leaving it as a choice up to fate

As we throw it in the air and leave the truth up for debate

So My window stays open

Wind connects my dreams to my thoughts unspoken

Provoking the world and being vulnerable enough to enter

Choking me with unforeseen restrictions

Calmed with intoxicating addictions

While the world reminds me of my afflictions.

12/16/2013