DESCRIPTION:
The world's gone crazy. Boys and girls.
I recorded this for my coming project, "I (love) M.E.", but it won't be on the album upon its release. It was mainly inspired by someone who I no longer communicate with, so I feel more comfortable about putting out there. Enjoy, and leave ya feedback. "I (love) M.E.", Feb. 14, 2013

*NOTE* I recorded this back when I first got my mic, and didn't have a pop filter, I mixed and mastered it recently, but you can still hear the difference. Don't worry bout it lol***
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LYRICS:

I know a few girls,
who think they got their head on straight,
(but it isn't)


they only simply slightly living,
above the standards,
(of the ghetto that they live in)


chasing pinnochios,
with long noses,
(been there since gipetto put his strings in)


self-worth impaired,
you think she don't care,
(but she don't know the truth from what is fiction)


she say she want a real man,
she tryina break it off,
(but she can't break it off with the addiction)


of someone,
who validates what you've become,
(and somehow still thinks they should be with them)


even though,
he brought you down to your lowest point,
so low,
its stressin all ya joints,


til someone comes along,
who can,
heal,
all ya pressure points,


ahaaah feels good don't it,
started innocent,
never thinking you'd condone it,


never thinkin,
it would end up at this moment,
til you make ya mistake and,
you gotta own it,


you was paying your rent,
like you was living on lease,
but did you pay your hydro?
or your property fees?


eatin out of your house,
how could you properly feast?
eating dinner with him,
he'd kick you out on the streets,


if he knew...
I'm speakin in metaphors,
inherantly this is ambigously whoever for,


cuz its not my main focus,
my point travels far,
the trip gon cost more than bus tokens,


because these words,
are for my niggas and me,
cuz in this world,
its just my niggas and me,
just keep positive,

no matter where you may be,
keep on track to ya goals,
no matter what they may be,


now maybe,
you may be,
thinking you got ya head on straight,
cuz you aint killing,
honestly making a shilling,
you aint dealing,
but you mess all that up,
if you give into the feeling,


of getting down by not down women,
man,
some chicks,
be defined by they problems,
compressin precious seconds stressin,
not tryina solve em,
not all them are obvious,
but as time goes on we get,
wise to the game,


we ain't all perfect,
everybody needs help,
plus there's a part in all of us,
not giving all of ourselves,
but having two incompletes,
there's never all on the shelf,
so if ya need to eat,
you steal a part of your self,
steal a part of the other,
cannabalize to the point,
we don't be needing each other,
cuz,
we need to save face,
like a homeless man in Miami,
in the wrong place,
at the wrong time,
shoulda went to Cali,
where the sun shines different,
but that's what got us in this position,

never cast stones,
from a sinner's seat in prison...