Destroy the Weakness (Part 3)
I can no longer let Female affect me
I am my own doctor, no one else can check me
I have to stop bein so nice
Make my heart cold as ice
Hard as rice
Roll my emotions like dice
But I can't start being ugly
Turn my six pack to pudgy
Can't stop being intelligent, stop the Female from lovin me.
Yesssss!
My mind is made up
Of this disease I'm fed up
Love can get you killed, and I'm not ready to die
If love is on the ground, I'm up in the sky
Choose my weapons wisely
To defend me from wifey
I bet I don't have kids
So I will place high bids
Before I defeat it, I must stick to my girl
She's the milk to my cereal, the nut to my squirrel
This will be my last relationship
Already got rid of the dips
So I cherish everytime I kiss those lips
I savior the moments I'm between them hips
Man I'm off track
This plan is so wack
If I lose my girl I can't get her back
But she's a Female, remember the disease
Stay or go? Which one? Lord help me please
Guess I'll just wait
So until then I'm straight
This is the best decision I ever had to make
Female no longer can you hurt me
Whether its socially, mentally, emotionally
In the end you must find another host to survive
Hip hop may be dead but I plan on staying alive
In my heart I stick this syringe
Don't blame me, my emotions is what I depend
To the Female this letter I send...
The End
Copyright © Richard-Jamaal Keen | Year Posted 2009
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