Feel Me?

Brotha' you ain't feelin' me,

even though we live in the same society.

Fightin' me instead of the enemy.

All the while he's laughin' at us,

'cause all we do is fuss and cuss.

I try to give you my love.

A sista knows you're more than a labelled thug.

Always a brothas keeper,

even though you bury our hearts deeper

putting compassion and love on sleeper.

While the passion and lovin' is bitter and sweeter.

The dark side of life is invading our hearts and souls.

We've slowly lost sight of our goals.

Are you listening?

I wrestle with the hurt, but try to hold on.

How long you expect a sista to stay strong?

I'm tryin' to give you real love,

but it's like you don't give a ***.

Even when you make me mad,

you know how to turn around and make me laugh.

That's one of the reason's I stick wit' yo' ass.

But I wonder how long it will last.

Time and again, I give in to this love for you.

What can I do?

It's the loyalty inside of me.

I want nothing more than my king beside me.

My man, my life, my lover.

I don't want no other.

But it gettin' to be so many mountains to get over.

When will you discover or realize

enough to hear my cries?

I don't wanna think your words of love are lies.

Forever. That's how I got your back.

When will you pick up the slack?