Hurt People Hurt People
Flirt with Whitney
Flirt with fear
Life is good
But I rather be anywhere but here
Body aches from pushing out tears
Driving on the road of life
Eyes is watery
So I can't steer
And I'm getting dizzy
Stomach very queezy
Thank god for Sprite and tylonal
Thank god for my other half that completes me
Haven't eating anything about in 22 hours
Aye some coochie though
Way better than wheeties
Some days I feel like Rafliki
Other days I feel like Simba
D'Andre is down in the dumps
Lord we have a dilemma
I'm facedown like someone shot me
Heart pumpin heavy
Nose snotty
Talking to the depression hotline on the potty
Walking out the bathroom I couldn't look at the mirror
cause sometimes i dont like what the displays
And I know you get tired of my negative and negated ways
But that's just how I feel
Am I pose to hide my feelings
I said me and mirrors have an up and down relationship
Not all the the time do I view myself as appealing
One day I'll be happy with the way I look
It's like a banana that you have to keep peeling
At the end of the day YOU have to be happy with yourself
Disconnect all the self neglect
You can't just put your needs on a dusted shelf
Spirit is broke
Plus my glasses are broke
I can't see anything
But I can see the confusion
My feelings are display
This is not a dilutions
I don't need institution
Talking to Whitney
Things are slowing improving
Stomach is flipping
But I'm not pissing or pooping
Words slowly pour out to Whitney
I'm slowly regrouping
Her words are soothing
Mine are barely coming out
Cause of the coochie I ate
Exercise for my mouth
It was very good
Correction very very great
My favorite thing to have on my plate
Slowly improving my mental state
But my physical stature is feeling not so great
Thank god for Wifey
Thank god for Wifey
Cause when I don't like me
At least shE still love me and likes me
The tears have stopped
My crinkled face stage is threw
I kiss Whitney and then look past her
And then my eyes come upon you
Looking at you
Makes my stomach hurt
Thinking about you
Makes my stomach hurt
Just the sound of your name
Makes me lift up my shirt
And grab my belly
You needa start eating right
That's what my peers tell me
But it's you that makes my bowels move
I could be be having the day of the duration
And looking at you just throws my body outta groove
It doesn't even have to be that time of the month
It's either hit you
Or hit the blunt
Sorry to be blunt
But your presence
Is far from a present
You belittle me to near nothing
To you I'm a peasant
But to me you're just the reason my stomach aches
Tape handing off my chest
From repairing my heart break
I see you and rush to the commode
I'm tired of feeling like this
Using all this toilet paper gets old
You act nice on Tuesday and mean on Wednesday
I don't know if I should be sold
I don't know if I can keep making these trips to the toilet
Everybody thinks I got Wifey pregnant
But it's me and you that need to have an appointment
The stomach pain is cause of you
I cramp up with your every word
This feeling is for the birds
I'm so tired of you
My stomach is tired of being terrorized with terds
You enjoy seeing me unchill
Gravely ill
My my my
My mental motivation gravitates Johnny Gill
I just come and pay my bills
Try to pay you no mind
But my confidence you kill
My efforts you murder
Are you jealous cause your life is black and grey
Mine is purple and blue with a hint of sherbet
Why do you try to hurt me so much
I'm a grown man
Far from a gerber
And Whitney told you I was just like her
I know you heard her
Should I go on any further
I'm just tired of getting treated like this
Feeling like this
Feeling like a big hunk of piss
It'll be a year in August
But will I make it to March
I've cried more tears over you
Than my mother when she used to hit me with spray starch
I may be little
But you've chose the wrong tree to bark
I'm not scared of you
I won't flinch or fart
The villain of all the virgerousity
You must love playing the part
I have tried pepto bismol and other gismo
And stomachs still hurting
Milk of magnesia isn't working
But I'm on my last leg
I just wanna quit being hurt
I don't wanna have to beg
So I thought I'd just ask
Even though we're not students
I thought we could have a little more class
I feel like manure
On the floor
Tears pour
Comfort comes and I roll over and hear a crack
It's my glasses
I can't stand this
I feel like nothing
A rotten pumpkin
I'm the ugly duckling
Quit making assumptions
You need some D in your life
Get to humping
With the tears comes the cussing
Mozzarella sticks I smell in the oven
Can't bring myself to eat
That's why I'm still a munchkin
I shouldn't be here
I should be Lindsay Lohan'n and Hillary Duff'in
Huffing and puffing
Puffing snot
You could stab a person In the back
With your smile on 100 watts
You've been cooking this up for a lil minute I bet
But don't expect revenge in my pot
Bawl blockage and cum clots
I'm already suffering from this and what not
I know you're hurting to
But to hurt someone else you said why not
Why me
Please stop
Just because I don't live in a 4 bedroom house
Doesn't mean I sleep on a cot
Your indirect comments and sneak dissing
Are like having my glasses in your hand and your crush the lens with rocks
I know your life is on the rocks
But you don't have to take it out on others
Just cause they're not the creme of the crop
I'm just sitting here letting you hurt me day after day
I'm not gunna run jump skip or hop
Something needs to be done
I have the lock
But you got the key
You gotta start somewhere even its its with building blocks
Threatening my spouse with termination and glocks
You was looking for a reaction
But a crinkled up face is all you got
And I realized through it all
Me and my spouse is all I got
Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2016
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