Agh fuck this
Its bout that time
That time I told you
These things that you im coming clean to you
Yo on the real im just like the typical black male
Questioning wondering
Who you wit, where you at, and what you doin
I ask one, what you doin
Its like I torture myself
With the unlimited questions that fill my head
I need to come clean I am a paranoid kid
I don't give any one all my trust
So I can fall in a pool full of lust
So I can get fucked
Im wondering
How it is that you want or you plan on treatin me
Cause honestly
My minds not at peace its not doing anything to peacefully
Im on a negative thought
Thinking so negatively
My thought are threating
To my heart and mind you see
I don't want to keep imagining
About the 1 4 3
Or the "I Do's"
Better way to put it is the "I love you"
Its seems like this shit here backs me into a coner
And burns me
Seeks me out and haunts me
I reach out it taunts me
I make a small mistakes it beats me
I need to be free
Or is this thething that it brings
The thing I have to go through to prove im worthy
Of holding that thing
1 4 3,
"I do's" or " I love you's"
Is it all a test
Or a taunt
A gift or a curse
Im a nervous reck
I scared shit less
Im lost in a pool of darkness
My heart yerns for what it can't see
So if your still wondering
I am filled with MAD JEALOUSY
Fucked over by curiousity
That set on fire my Mutha Fuckin Anger
I do have a twisted temper
...
This is what im telling you
No more "If you only knew"
Cause now you know...