She Shady

Had me seeing thru blinders

I wrote binders and binders of poems and to her I would show em

But I soon found out I was just another face on the totem...

Pole, She not a hoe but more of a collector

Cleaver as hell, pick and eat your brain like Hannibal Lector

I suspect her status is fiction but with some truth,

We all on her satisfying her sweet tooth and like John Booth

she crept up and assassinated my intentions Not to mention

never giving full answers and enhancer her appeal.

Hoping to steal her heart away Id say and mean the sweetest things

Shaped in engagement ring theme.

Id sing her a some, she's cry me a river

And id give hopes to deliver forever happy together

Which I found out will never ever EVER be the forecast in our weather

She would hit me with cleaver "never say never"

So I pulled the leaver and came up craps...

While I could hear "amiri, Marcus, and dat b" taps and trying to beat me

To see if they could be that brother to supersede but she

would just double stack us toys on rack wishin and hopin on maybe

Not realizing we just pawns stuck on maybe... But wake up gents cause ....

She Shady..