you have to understand my side of the
story god you have to understand where
i was coming from i let out all control
i wanted to carry him home i didn't know
he was the type of guy who had a whole
list of hoes to look back on and play me so
and tell me lies and hurt my pride and never
wipe off a tear from my watered eyes i dont
know why i detribalize from marrowed beliefs
i was his prize but my thoughts were blurred
from living in the streets so the only way i stay
sane is by doing my nails and putting on a hot beat
or some r&b because i only listen to rap but bling
bling doesn't divert my feelings when my soul sings
it's song of sorrowed sweets i'll close my eyes and
without a muscle moving my feet are lifted high enough
for me to reach innocent air to breathe and the vengeance
succumbs and i can finally see that every person i want
or lust was not meant for me but i dont think that should
mean they should just act so mean or take everything i say
so literally or push me to the side or love me too much or
worship me from dawn or abuse me 'til dusk or look upon
me when i walk by as just another bitch to fuck because
in fact i think i'm more than that you'd think i was the same
nobody ever gave me a chance in life i'm just another spic
another woman another chick another glutton another tired
soul walking upon this earth from the day of my birth i think
i was born crazy or maybe i'm just half lazy but in this world
of men who will always play me i still have to close my eyes
and dream my cinderella snow white little mermaid dreams
of a man who will whisk me off into a place i'd feel safe
tell me, Kristina, that he loves me.
copyright 2004 kristina lopez
