If you really knew/part2
Like I told you before...If you really knew him, would you still want him.
Psst...come here...let me whisper a few word of truth to you.
It doesn't matter if you want him or not.
Why...'cause he's just not into you...
with you fake slash fried hair, fake nails, fake breasts, and whatever else has been added on to you.
Oh, let's not forget the swine eater, the swine wearer (makeup), and the L puffer swearing up and down that you're a Rasta.
Heffer please, it ain't even that type of party....
'cause he knows you and see you...you come a dime a dozen EVERYDAY..
that L ain't the only thing swinging that you're pulling on..
trying to get that FREE buzz on.
Trick please, that's a hoe and you know it ..
hell..everybody with a pulse knows it
So again, he's just not into you and you could never replace me.
You see, despite all of my man's flaws, he's still a KING...
and it's not only what he wants or what he deserves
but it's what he has....ME...A TRUE QUEEN...in every sense of the word.
Mother of Civilization, Wisdom, Earth, his SOUL DIVINE ESSENCE.
If you really knew him your game would be tighter than that,
but it's the same..nonsense like every other lame..female trying to holla without knowing the truth to this man.
The wisdom I'm sharing with you now is the realness that only I understand.....because I am his QUEEN, Mother of Civilization, Wisdom, Earth...SOUL DIVINE ESSENCE.
SOUL DIVINE ESSENCE..that's who I am and that's what I reflect.
Nothing like these lame females that tend to speak out the sides of their necks...saying nothing yet wanting everything.
I reflect God's love, his intelligence, and most of all his creativity.
So do yourself a favor and stop wasting everyone's time.
That physical man you may want, you'll never get...so again stop wasting your time.
That physical man you may want is more than just that...he's a King...
and that King IS MINE.
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