Sistas, what gives you the right
To call me out of my name
When I gave you signs of this
Game.

What gives you the right 
To want pity when you knew
I screwed the whole entire
City.

Day in Day out,
Playing you without a doubt.
Yet you want recognition for the
Pain I gave you…..

Shoot, The signs in the beginning
Were nothing but the truth.

I came home when I felt like it,
Even gave you a little bit by bit.
Screened your calls,
Made you climb the walls..
Hell I even let you suck my ……….

So lets stop this game called
Hurt,
You need to stay focused
Always Alert.
To become a victim you must
First be wounded.
Then gain the knowledge
To never become victim to love 
Again.

See where you are, is where I have 
Been before.
A cautious dog has had love
At his door.
To be beaten down, misrepresented
Then turn around.
So the next time, he is alert
Never again to be hurt.

Feel me?