Hip-hop

Where is my high?
Misunderstood and feverish love with an option to buy
As I hide in-between pieces of me that coincide with his lies
It becomes a little more painful as I hold in my cry
He’s not worth my time
They said
Infatuation should be a crime
I said
Not knowing the difference between the GOD in me and resistance
I co-exist in… a MAN’S world
Where they create the daughters
Where they leave them anguished and altered
Why I kept dealing with MEN who had fascinations like that of my father…
(But that’s another somber subject)
But I do remember sitting by watching my mother cry, as I do
As my father came home high off of LIVER JUICE
As she would stand in-between his daughters and him
Livid, while all he wanted to do was see them…

I can remember a lot of things

But that doesn’t excuse the men I seem to choose
It’s psychology and me
My definition of being
Seeing and foreseeing the fault in everything that I do
Holding on to the truth while I hold on to HIS dick
Hmmmm…
I just can’t seem to quit
Quit mistaking lust for love and forsaking my will to live
And those good hearts that I break not seeing the fate in these men
Or the strength and indefinable hate in these men
As I sin and release my energy into such bad seeds
Hoping to change them, I end up changing me
As I beat myself into submission while they fuck me till I scream…

Now, where is my high?

(c) 2005 V.Brown, Sin (In The Beginning, 2000 B.D.)