You Told Me
Let me take you back...
You told me that you loved me
You told me that you cared
You said that you would never hit me
And that you would always be there.
Well that was then and this is now
I'm sitting here with a black eye feeling less than proud
Ashamed is what I feel, embarrassed and less than a drug hound.
I didn't let you go without putting up a fight
I deserve an award cause I fought you with all of my might
How could you do what you did?
I'm your sole supporter
The mother of your kids
Raheen and Domineek, Nasir and Shakya
The mini me's of me and you
The lil' ones I would die for.
To them daddy is your name
Hero is your title
But what lies underneath is a snake with a rattle
Slanging in the streets and not coming home on time
Hustling your life away only for cooked crack nickels and dimes.
Yea you making money doing your thang
We stay blinged up fresh to def with
diamonds,chains,gear and ghetto fame.
But as you get deeper in the game
Your fist becomes your let out
It's hard to see what you're doing when you're bringing your anger out.
Why do you treat me the way you do?
Like I'm your foot stool and even your fool
You aint in-love, really you don't even love me
I just got a firm back and a sperm hungry baby sack.
It's over and I'm done
Finito Baby I'm not the one
Time's up for the headaches and pains
Bangings and beatings and downrating my name.
It's true our kids need a mother and also a father
As long you're in their life
With me you don't have to bother.
There's no need for me to linger
No longer will my life be in danger
Help is what I seeked and found
New peace and new joy is what I'm spreading around.
Go ahead with your bad self
Keep your riches and your wealth
You played me like a doll and then threw me back on the shelf
I didn't get any "Thank You's" or "I appreciate your all"
Not even a "Thank You" for help bringing four lives into this world.
Just like Spike Lee's movie
"Do The Right Thing"
I'm way ahead of it
Leaving you with your games
Something I should have done long ago
But I wasnt strong enough to stand alone in the cold
Now I've grown wiser, mature and afresh
I'm not doing something good I'm doing what's best.
Copyright © Synese Chaney | Year Posted 2005
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