i hate you because i only let you see a piece of me at a time. and if youve seen many pieces and try to play me because you see a weakness i really fucking hate you.
you are so busy trying to decode the inner workings of me, you miss the bigger picture and it pisses me off.
men think they so slick and every man thinks he really has that “oh, oh, oooooh daddy” dick. but it’s a ploy and really he ends up being like my favorite childhood toy….left alone after ive worn it out or i get a new one.
men who try to tell me im a fat ass to insult me. thats funny to me, ive seen my body naked for the last 25 years. you must be mad at yourself because when you were touching and rubbing and saying ooooh you’re so sexy fat didnt even come into play. get real. there’s a million things i could insult these kinda cats about but i dont. most of them are wack at what they do anyways.
cats who think because you know cats you can hook them up with some beats or this or that. sure i will try but your life dream aint mine and why the fuck should i have to work on your dream when you aint working towards mine. get your shit yourself.
men who take you around their friends and then get upset because their friends are interested in you…but you never opened your mouth to say “thats my chick.” that’s your problem. not mine. im a social fucking butterfly and cant just sit at a place and be stuck up and hanging off your dick. if a man brings me into a situation he created and then gets mad at me over it……well he played himself, right?
men who think the way to get through to you is by threatening or even worse laying a hand on you. i been through the abusive relationship and that’s why i am fucked off in the head now. threatening me doesnt work and if i think it is too serious i know cats who are bigger and badder, know that hitting a female aint that shit and will come and find your ass and teach you that lesson. believe me ive called them off suckers a few times.
and women who run they mouths about how i handle myself, what i do, how i do, who i do and where i do shouldn’t even concern you. if you have never been hurt or placed in a situation because of something ive done who are you to talk about me? i do things different. i dont believe in fairy tale magic and to them this may be tragic but i cant see falling in love with a fool because of some slick words. and believe me i see it done all the time. bitch dont worry about what i do and definently dont try to discuss what you think you know with people who know me and love me regardless…you end up looking foolish.
yes, i know i have issues. who the fuck doesnt?
who the fuck are you to tell me i drink too much?
who the fuck are you to tell me i smoke too much?
who the fuck are you to run to my parents and try to tell them about what i do?
because my parents already know me, they may not accept everything i do but there aint a whole lot of shit i have to hide from them and eventually it all comes out anyways.
you think i am scared of god’s wrath, what will happen to me in afterlife? im too god damned concerned about paying my bills and surviving now to worry about what will happen when im dead. hell could not be as bad as here and now.
im tired of bullshit assed people. i play nice when i have to but it usually involves me getting a paycheck in two week increments. i play even nicer when you have something i want. but i will turn it off in a second if you try and fuck with me.
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