A man he says he is but all wrapped up in his buz
I'm number one priority so he is
Also that to me
But is it all real? Or just a spill?
To keep me locked and blocked
By those tryin to get at me? It must be.
But nawl maybe it's just me.
Just want to be mistaken, by men faken
To be what they should not all hood
But faken to be good
My inner me must be, must be confused
Or slightly amused
Because of stories heard of this same word
From different and familiar birds
A word most common around their town
But to me it's like a movie
All predicted, rewritten, split ten brains
Half man half amazing
Like amazing isn't realization
But….that's confusion
Bring it back to men using
And abusing a situation just to get…in
But once again my kin nor friend ever warned
Me about men like him
I don't blame them, it's me again
They'd say be careful have fun
When it was all said and done
I did neither
I left myself open
My soul, my spirit, my heart all spoken
In words never imagined
But no feeling
Confusion….once again
How do I cope I ask my creator
Look for new love, cry, get angry
I can check mark about 2 of those
I suppose look for new love?
Well, I need a better and special glove for this
To catch and not miss my love
Cause I'm out hear seeking and searchin
For that bliss of…… confusion