don't get mad at me because i slid down
your mind and fucked your thoughts
preconcieved ideas of what i'm about
had your vision shaded on who I am
aint no wham bam thank you ma'am
shit goin on here
but you did feel like my two dolla' hoe, didn't you?
after you read the erotic exotic
thoughts your mind was so soaked
with mental sweat you had to
back the hell up, didn't you?
backed that ass up, didn't you?
and my name was the cover
you placed on this book and you judged me
but i'm sure yo' ass has heard of that saying
neva judge a book....yeah,you know the rest
go past the cover, read the whole book
read....that shit is fun2mental ya' know?
then one day my words poured light
in your eyes
and now yo' blind ass can see
the many dimensions of me
the next level of she
because sometime's she's on
some ol' otha shit
because sometimes she's so sweet
because sometimes she's so sinsual
because sometimes she's a bitch
because sometimes she's smart
hell, just the other day she was a ho
at least that's what that brotha with
the stank ass golden-green fronts said
when he left without her number
sorry brotha, but the ho would be
the trick who'd give you her number
after two minutes of 'in depth' conversation
If I weaved words in your mind
hand-crafted like the braids in my head
after the first two days of you walkin'
around with chinese vision would
you still say "that shit was tight" ?
If I sucked subliminal seduction
from the unopened doors of your
mind would you still
"keep it in the closet" ?
If I touched the deepest spot
in that abyss you claim as your soul
and turned it inside out so you could
see it lookin' at you would you say
"I can't swim" ?
If I've traveled the road that you
fucked up and took a left on
when you shoulda made a 'right'
would you still say
"but you don't know where I'm comin' from" ?
excuses, excuses, exFUCKINscuses
I charge you with the stereotyping of muses
your sentence will be unlike any other kind
you're condemned to that small cell you call your mind