Turtle

They called me turtle cause of my tough shell I wasn’t born that way it comes from the ghetto a place called hell Single parent home never knew my father I felt so alone Men thought they were going to win but I refuse to become worthless to please him I walked away from those who say they loved me, and they cared The only time they loved me or cared, When they thought I had my body to share? I knew my worth in diamonds and gold I didn’t compromise my mind, body or soul I wanted more than his dick to hold Didn’t want to be his ex. Commodity I had more to offer then he wanted to see Just take your clothes off and get down with me He didn’t have anything to offer but he thought that’s how all black woman get down Money buys temporary happiness, no dreams or goals Trying to keep your head up, trying to keep hold Worrying about who they f**ken, worrying yourself old I learned along time ago, if it hurts to keep them Then I’d rather let them go I’ve become more than a hard shell I became a woman making my own