R&B Was Fake

Grew up in a place where you had to be hard, childhood scraps in the back of the yard bro said beat his ass or I'm a beat yours didn't wanna but I knew it was out of street love, he was only trying to make sure I had heart, ever since a kid always had a good heart, never start shit but I hit when it start got my licks in with some big kids in the park, never back down from a kid in a fair fight but I backed down from an older kid one night dad seen that and never let me live it down, wasn't no dad never known to be around kinda pussy for a dad lets a pussy raise a man, love my mom just spittin them facts she did it alone had to wear both hats in a man's world where being a man means tats, fuck R&B we bumpin Snoop Dogg, fugees Luni'z biggie 2pac, goonie's tooley's rule thee boom box cause soothing singing's usually too soft, fellas in the hood ain't trying to doo wop unless you sing of groupies you got in a man's world loving a woman is soft but earth is a woman so woman is rock

I remember when I thought, R&B was fake as hell because the singer wasn't really singing to, his girl but then I realized the feel it creates is real, it's like life's love spell, Queen come right here, and let me take them jeans off please ma let's take it to the bed and get our creep on, week long you know I got a shoulder you can lean on, be strong - ain't just here for the cutty but the d long

Miseducated misconceptions spreaded like wildfire, to be a man you called a girl a bitch and got loud and riled like single parent families don't make up more than half of our homes like most of those ain't headed by our mothers no man in the throne, neo-patriarchal systems visions are so pussy, oops I meant so dick, cause pussy is so rich, and penis ain't even able to lead it rape beat it shameful conceded can't even please it believe it we need you lady, im far from righteous I've committed nights just like this, wilted by guilty conscious filthy promise filled his momma, treating my sons Queen like nuh-thing I kilt my honor, I hope he's better to the mother of his son or daughter, I hope he don't project his insecurities upon her, I hope he breaks the cycle and takes the rifle to this fodder, yeah when it comes to women I hope he's nothing like his father, he needs my growth so I can be a better role model

I remember when I thought, R&B was fake as hell because the singer wasn't really singing to, his girl but then I realized, the feel it creates is real, it's like life's love spell, Queen come right here, and let me take them jeans off please ma let's take it to the bed and get our creep on, week long you know I got a shoulder you can lean on, be strong - ain't just here for the cutty but the d long

It's tough when all the love you've known has always been dysfunctional, momma gave the whooping so stepfather wouldn't use a board, never knew a man who'd treat his lady like a beauty queen, much less a dad who'd treat his babies like they're human being exception being seeing brady bunch on grandma's TV screen, reflection eternally escaped the hood talib kweli, absent fathers tearful mothers angry grandmas broken homes, molding martyrs here for others thickened skin and swollen bones, mental shots of cortisone to numb the pain depression swoll that's vodka shots a quarter O a blunt to flame suppressed the cold, young'n but the mental's old, finally sobered up the mind, 6 years without a high that wasn't naturally inclined, stopped committing many crimes and started trying to live my life, now I'm out here getting mine and see the value in a wife, young attempts to navigate the road map of relationships a couple slips a few trips but R&B I'm making it

I remember when I thought, R&B was fake as hell because the singer wasn't really singing to, his girl but then I realized, the feel it creates is real, it's like life's love spell, Queen come right here, and let me take them jeans off please ma let's take it to the bed and get our creep on, week long you know I got a shoulder you can lean on, be strong - ain't just here for the cutty but the d long