Lust Over Love

Lust Over Love

Lust over love,
Sex over love.
She's in bed before the rings on her finger,
its everything over love.

She's hurt,
hurt from the nigga who,
who had a side, chick,
while she was his main chick.

Now she's bad,
bad at love , bad at heart, bad at everything.
Because her heart, her heart hurts,
from all the niggas,
all the niggas who think its cute..
Think its cute to keep a side chick.

She's hurt , real hurt.
And her heart, her heart hurts.
Hurts from the these niggas,
these niggas who think it's cute,
cute to throw trust away ..
throw all the love away.

And now my heart hurts,
my heart hurts for all the mothers who,
all the mothers who lay their daughters to rest, because of three letters,
H.I.V

And my heart heart hurts for the babies,
the babies that are,
having babies before,
they are finished being babies.

And my heart hurts,
my heart hurts!
For the girl,
for all the girls who,
who choose lust..
lust over love.

Maryjane

Maryjane
Maryjane, Maryjane, Maryjane!
She'll male you laugh when your about to cry.
She'll make smile just when you gonna frown.
She'll make you high when you're down.
Her name is Maryjane.
Maryjane, Maryjane!
You wanna hit once?
Oh, that's some funny shit.
You can't just hit it and quit it.
She'll make you want to hit it,
Over and over and over and over!
Until you just can't quit.
She's addictive man.
Her name is Maryjane.
Maryjane, Maryjane, Maryjane!
Damn, she's been used,
and she's been abused.
she loves every nigga,
the ball players, the rap stars, even the bum niggas on the streets.
She's the bitch that gets passed around.
But I love her best when she's with her bestfriend, lean.
Her name is Maryjane ...

Until I

Until I
Until I what?
Until I become rich?
Until I become famous?
Until I cry?
Or even until I die?
When will you notice?
When will you love me?
When will you care?
When will you be there?
"Not until you...."
Until I what goddamnit!?
Until I become rich?
Until I become famous?
Until I cry?
Or even, until I die?
When will you notice?
Notice that I love you.
Notice that I care.
Notice that i'll be there.
When will you notice that I've always been there?
When will you notice?
Will you notice now?
Will you notice when I become rich, or get famous?
Will you notice when I cry?
Or would you rather wait,
wait until I'm dead?

Make It Home; Thanks To The Streets

Make It Home; Thanks To The Streets
I remember back when we'd run around the neighborhood, no worries.
Chillen with friends on the corner of these streets.
So many memories made,
thanks to the streets.

Now we got our babygirls turning into babymamas,
and our little boys turning into little thugs.
Instead of dealing cards, they dealing drugs.
Instead of sippin coke, they smoking dope!
Thanks to the streets.

Because her mama didn't care, lil mama went wild.
She wasn't book smart but she was too naive to run the streets.
All she really cared about was some weed and codeine.
But who knew she wouldn't make it home one night,
thanks to the streets.

And then we got the case of a young brother,
who doesn't understand how to be a man. Yet, he thinks he's a man because he got a gun in his hand!
His mind is full of lost hopes and dreams,
because all he really cared about was some weed and codeine.
But who knew he wouldn't make it home one night,
thanks to the streets.

And now we got mothers ,
who not only play their role as a mother but also as a father,
grieving the loss of their babygirl and little boys.
Grandparents , aunts, and even uncles,
crying , laying their babygirls and little boys to rest.
And I'm just here like damn , I really wish you could've made it home,
but you didn't.
Thanks to the streets.

Weighed Out

Weighed Out

Ninety, One hundred, One hundred-forty.
Underweight , perfect weight, overweight.
Why must beauty be determined by a number?

Take a look at the girl in the magazine,
what do you see?
Ribs that become apparent through the flesh when she stands to stretch ,
Or even the two inch space below her waist that seperates her thighs when she stands to rise.
Darling, that isn't perfection, that is struggle.

Maybe one day,
A mother will be able to say, "Babygirl take a step off the scale , look in the mirror, what do you see?"
And she will say, "A beautiful me."

Take a step off the scale,
leave the struggle behind.
Imperfection is beauty,
You aren't perfect but you ARE worth it.
Inner beauty is key.