On this mic,… I spit these lyrics that we been through;
My mind is still high from the meds, I guess its mental;
Or its im mental, sign a doctors note, im in you;
Triple course meals, you just hit the mc’donalds menu;
Afraid to let go because you’re my excuse to not love anyone else;
But I guess me playing this game; I have to deal with the cards I was dealt;
Different days, same , you wasn’t ;
That’s why I left you alone because I couldn’t handle it;
Somebody help me, im shaking so bad;
Please dope dealer, lend me a bag;
All I need, is one that’s not you, but like you, to make me better;
Yes the generic brand, will do, that would mean less spent cheddar;
My punani,… calls your name, no matter where we’re at, or whose around;
You say drop it low; I turn around and hit the ground;
My legs so spread apart, every time you come around;
You can see my insides, my whole body’s shutting down;
How fair is it that, everyone is 69ing love except me;
Is it , at all, because I disrespected my body;
Maybe if I would have just remained who I used to be and stayed away from the crowd;
In this year of 2014, you would still be here now;
I have to be honest and say,.. I never really went hard, ***ing them s;
I was just to ashamed to tell you that my mouth was on they triggas;
Cause I would have rather you hold back the , than your sweet kisses;
Because without them, I have nothing, and I needed your gentleness;
I never kissed anyone, besides, you and my best friend Michael;
I wanted to stop my families vicious cycle;
I tried so hard and I did pretty good;
But still, I cant understand why my name got carved so deep in the hood;
Im still embarrassed to say I got 4 baby daddy’s;
But not afraid to say I screwed you in a caddy;
Your sex was so blazing to me;
And I told you, no I showed you, that it was painful vee;
Anxiety through my body, my soul so abroad;
I write these letters, but I spit these poems,.. like rap lyrics;
My rap lyrics, cant you feel it;
At any time of any day,.. I write;
And get out my thoughts of what I have to say;
Sometimes,… I can be as cold as winter;
And sometimes I can make my body speak in terms to make you feel like a winner;
It’s so crazy, cause sometimes I hurt so much,.. I just wana die;
Deepened in a pool of water, but still I cry;
This is all so wrong, it shouldn’t be like this;
You should be the one chasing me in them fresh new kicks;
I feel every inch of your soul working through my veins;
So evil, so cold, but I am to blame;
So with that said, I’ll keep pressing rewind;
Until this tape pops and for you I decline!
Tiquana Williams
A.K.A
Diamond p.