She kept the clip
On the hip
Cause he was a trip
When he tripped
And he skipped
The abuse classes
So the abuse passes
As an excuse
He used
For anger
No stranger
To danger
She carried a "piece"
Hoping a piece
Would bring peace
And piece
By piece
He pushed her "trigger"
And he was bigger
But no nigger
Could figure
Why
She wouldn't cry
She wouldn't die
By his hands
So the plan
Went from her head to her chest
And she wanted to put him to rest
Cause the best
Was long gone
And it's all song
But she wasn't singing
Thinking,
'I'm not showing no love"
To this thug
So she drove to his mama house
And now the "drama" out
Said his lover twice removed
And her next move
Had heat
That dropped him to his feet
And then came the white sheets
As he played the concrete
Three shots to the dome
And she was gone
Before they arrived
Before he died
He flipped the "bird"
And tipped the "curse"
Meaning a woman scorned
And a woman torn
Was never suppose to be
She was never suppose to see
But now she doing ten
In the pen
With a note hanging up saying, "I lost a friend"
~Poo-pie~