We’re taught to nurture
Allow you to suckle upon our breast
Then expected to carry the load of the shit that you left
You turn to hoes that don’t mind bending over
Make it clap
Then resenting the woman that’s been riding for you because she can’t twerk it like that
Men want a woman who makes a house a home
But isolate her and expect her to deal with her emotions alone
It’s no wonder she begins to prefer a softer touch
She just wants your protection and strength
Is that asking too much
So tired of the excuse of no one ever showed me the right way
When we all get the same 24 hours in a day
So what’s a woman to do
Be savage
Or be sweet
Or find a gray area between
We tell you we need you
You tell us you’ll be there
But what’s the point of words
When your actions prove you don’t care
I sound like a woman scorned
A woman who has nothing left to give to my brothers
But I’m just a woman who is fighting to not give up
Completely eliminate the term lover
I hope my words don’t bruise your ego and activate your pride
I hope that they motivate you to dig a little deeper and find the king inside
As much as I get tired of queenin’
I gotta do this shit to show my babies that life has meaning
Don’t want to raise a generation of women who don’t know their worth
Wanna show my boys that they are the dopest beings walking this Earth
So alone I’ll deal
Alone I’ll heal
Alone I’ll find a better way to feel
Until you realize that what I have to offer is real
