See I know that you're dying inside

Hiding from the pain that you been buried alive

And it’s been contemplative

And if I’m always worrying bout some shit how we gon get to makin some babies

Sing my grace & prayers

Now you can’t learn to love em

You just learn to fuck em

Get it poppin' move on next

But it’s ya soul that hurtin,

Reaching ropes and curtains

Yes men in women who’ll never have the balls just to say you’re wrong

And that’s why you go ahead and bother her

Working woman good head on her shoulders yes you proud of her

But do you love her like you say you do

Put them demons aside for the beauty of her kindness

See the shape is so outstanding

It knock a brother off his feet

And I ain’t trynna get the meat

You just flattered by my presence

Yes I protect my L O V E

That’s apart of my present