You call it sellin' dreams...
I called it saving me from nightmares,
shadows of my reality playing endlessly
in sleepless nights; I stayed awake,
awaiting my fate in hopes that tomorrow wouldn't come.
Then he came.
He rescued me from the dark abyss into which I'd slipped
or was pushed into from the things people do
around where I stood...my block no more.
I had a new home.
He took me into his arms, wrapped me up tight
told me I was special enough to shine bright
like the diamonds strewn around his neck and wrist,
gold latticed rope, dangling bliss.
He showed me all the finer things I only saw on TV,
gave me luxury and serenity, didn't think they'd fit on me.
He told me I was lovely. Nicknamed me Beauty. Called it Destiny.
I was a gift to him, he said, honestly, earnestly
almost begging me to believe that denying others the opportunity
to be in my presence was negligence on my part
and that God wouldn't allow me to be so prideful.
He taught me humility.
Branded me his "Baddest B", right on my chest.
I should be so lucky to be honored that way,
took the others years to get where I wanted to stay.
Not so bad after a while, though,
I know, looks worse from the outside, but you don't know...
I still got my pride.
I'm the best, better than I used to be, maybe not what I should be,
but you know how the story goes...
once she's gone, lost li'l girl stays gone,
doesn't quite find her way back home
especially if she doesn't want to.
I'm happy sellin' dreams now...
fantasies fulfilled in the matter of seconds...hours when you add 'em up.
And I'ma tell you like he told me
"For a small fee, you can have whatever you like."