VE·RI·TAS -noun Latin.
truth.

Breukelen Girl.

SPIT yO Game.

TALK yO Shit.

MIND OF HER OWN.





Saturday, August 22, 2009

Unsolvable Equations

The thing is all I ever want is for shit to go right
And regardless of what my reality is showing me I know that can’t be so wrong
We barely know each other but time has made it harder for us to get along
See I’ve established rules and regulations, boundaries that I’ve set
Ones you can’t seem to get straight so you remain on probation
Now before flattery gets the best of you
Let me clearly state this is more about me and less about you
You are just a variable in what’s becoming an unsolvable equation
And the more complex it becomes the more crippled are the possibilities of relation
Now I’m not so concerned with any skeletons in your closet
Nor the presidents in your wallet
I’m good with the flesh that stands before me Im genuinely trying to get to know you
But a little disrespect and the pressure from the past has me exploding
And I’m not hard pressed to show you
So I repress these thoughts that adorn me
When you decide not to express yours & the next best option is to ignore me
I’m not gonna fight you for information if you wanted me to know you would tell
I’m not up for games although I know them quite well
See I don’t know what you take me as or understand the intelligence that you think I have
just be real and if all you want is to get in my pants then let it be known but the consequence is that you’ll be alone
You have to take a journey through me
Explore me from head to toe
You have to make it past my brain before you try and steal my heart and I don’t know if you noticed my fun betty runs a tight ship from the start
So if all you want is to do me that’s fine and well and I respect that but there are other parts of the package and there’s no way my conscious will allow you to neglect that
I can’t be nothing but me, nothing but real and you claim to be the same way so give me something I can feel
I’m so tired of the games, the lames and the shit so many think I would fall for it’s a damn shame
But I see my exhaustion is not enough to rid me of the garbage, its not my call to make
By you omitting the truth in my eyes that makes you fake
You don’t have to defend me, spend on me or pretend to be that much interested in me if you’re not
All I really need is your respect but I guess not

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