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I listen to the chuckles, but don’t comply,

I listen to you and your hopeless friends pass me by,

I listen to the snares and the hate when you all tread my way

I listen with my mind and not my body because I have morals that stay…

Which reminds me of the experience I had the other day...

And I would like to share with everyone on this ever so lovely day.

 I was everything to you and I was all that you had since you met me that day

I felt sorry for your kids because they wouldn’t have a place to stay…

So I decided to bless you and your children gave you everything I had

And when the times were rough, I’d give you the shirt off my very back...

But remember, you lied to me and still had the audacity to turn your crooked back…

What’s up with that?

I told you more than once I didn’t want to fight you back.

I’m a grown ass women, I don’t have the time for that...

Paying the bills, taking care of your children, driving you to work, I don’t get any type of compensation for that...

Oh, but you’re the one that’s angry?

I should be, you’re a pathetic excuse for a woman with two babies, acting like stupid crazy,

You want to brawl you want to fight, what is your the deal young lady?

Why are you even reproducing if you are completely lonely and broke, and you got to ask your "friend" for the rent because all you do with your money is drink and toke?

However, when I refused to carry you and your baggage for never more…

I got stabbed in the back, and thrown to the ground, head beaten to the dirty floor....

What kind of friend are you?

I took care of you and your kids, and this is the thanks I get from you?

A busted up lip, a few bumps, and a bruise or two?

I should press charges on you for assaulting me in the face and head…

I should call CPS and let them know your kids don't even sleep in a bed....

But I won’t stoop down to your level of ignorance and tragedy…

 IL go on with my life while you'll live yours in a penitentiary

Remembering me... little old me... who was nothing to you but a bitch who gave you everything,

You couldn’t even look me in my face and tell me I was wrong, that I didn’t do anything…

The truth is always revealed, and what goes around comes around so the next time you want to threaten someone’s live I suggest you turn around, right around,

Because one of these days you will buck up to the wrong person sue,

And you’ll be in prison remembering how it is that I got back at you.

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