HOW COME I’M STILL SINGLE!!!
Well maybe its not you its them
maybe their scared
maybe their intimidated maybe their gunshot
maybe I’m tired of them bullshit crutches
weak ass excuses but to scared to grab a gun and fire
HOW COME?
I can cook my ass off talk cars, sports, politics, wax it with passion yo and still single
not perfect
not to good to be true
but I work my ass off do my best to be the shit for my nigga
Will cook catfish ass naked in high heels
suck and fuck like a champ
give them fever
HOW COME?
“Oh well baby you to good for me”
“Uh baby I don’t deserve you”
Don’t settle for that come up
step up
HOW COME?
You response with
“You tryna change me”
HOW COME?
You weren’t ready and wanted to “just be friends”
When I perfectly rolled the tree on the first try cause I heard you say that’s the sexiest thing a sister could do for her man
HOW COME?
You don’t realize and don’t remember that the king is suppose to be with the queen not the court jester
HOW COME?
I heard that after 9/11 folks got more committed to life, love, spirit, family
are we saying that tragedy and fear should jump start the heart
we mustn’t forget these classic crutches
excuses
“Uh, I had a fucked up childhood” (who hasn’t)
“Uh, well I’ve been hurt real bad” (who hasn’t)
“Oh, well baby you know what baby you see the time is not right see I wanna be in a certain place financially, emotionally, spiritually”
“Yeah well baby most people are divorced and if they are together they ain’t happy”
So?
And?
Have we forgotten yall that once upon a time high school sweethearts who met in third grade actually got married and they built a life
and shared a life
and set and made goals
and loved with souls
Is that a fairytale lived of long ago
I don’t know
How far away from that do we go to get back to that
cause you know
history does repeat itself
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle
without fears and our hangups and our issues
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle and live and love and live and love and live and love
HOW COME?
Well maybe its not you its them
maybe their scared
maybe their intimidated maybe their gunshot
maybe I’m tired of them bullshit crutches
weak ass excuses but to scared to grab a gun and fire
HOW COME?
I can cook my ass off talk cars, sports, politics, wax it with passion yo and still single
not perfect
not to good to be true
but I work my ass off do my best to be the shit for my nigga
Will cook catfish ass naked in high heels
suck and fuck like a champ
give them fever
HOW COME?
“Oh well baby you to good for me”
“Uh baby I don’t deserve you”
Don’t settle for that come up
step up
HOW COME?
You response with
“You tryna change me”
HOW COME?
You weren’t ready and wanted to “just be friends”
When I perfectly rolled the tree on the first try cause I heard you say that’s the sexiest thing a sister could do for her man
HOW COME?
You don’t realize and don’t remember that the king is suppose to be with the queen not the court jester
HOW COME?
I heard that after 9/11 folks got more committed to life, love, spirit, family
are we saying that tragedy and fear should jump start the heart
we mustn’t forget these classic crutches
excuses
“Uh, I had a fucked up childhood” (who hasn’t)
“Uh, well I’ve been hurt real bad” (who hasn’t)
“Oh, well baby you know what baby you see the time is not right see I wanna be in a certain place financially, emotionally, spiritually”
“Yeah well baby most people are divorced and if they are together they ain’t happy”
So?
And?
Have we forgotten yall that once upon a time high school sweethearts who met in third grade actually got married and they built a life
and shared a life
and set and made goals
and loved with souls
Is that a fairytale lived of long ago
I don’t know
How far away from that do we go to get back to that
cause you know
history does repeat itself
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle
without fears and our hangups and our issues
HOW COME?
We can’t meet each other in the middle and live and love and live and love and live and love
HOW COME?
Kim Fields
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