This is the story of the want of a girl, and the want she never got because she wanted the world.

What she sought was unattainable.
Way too crazy to. Grasp at the fact perhaps she wasn’t able to.

Have the world in her palms, create Psalms.
Have the world in her arms, to take on.
Still a mess, but the world goes on.
All that’s left is a girl with a song.

Here’s the story of the want of a boy, and the want he never got because he got it destroyed.

Devoid of all hope.
Ignored by white folk.
Alone in his home & his toys are all broke.

A loner never known & the phone it never rings.
So the boy sits alone in his zone and just sings.

What about the single mothers tryna keep they family covered out the gutters and set ‘em up in the suburbs.

Or the fathers that are caught up in the water with man-eating piranha, spawning faster then a dick in a sauna.

So come on I wanna show you how some people do live.
Them broke mamas always talking bout she feeding her kids.

She feedin you fibs, she aint feeding ‘em shit.
She on the street seeking D from any G with the piff.

Ha, geeze she a bitch.
Even Jesus would’ve easily have pleaded the 5th
It’s been this Greezy since a fetus so like me give a shit?
I for I and I am me without the medias tint.

So go on see for yourself & what the worlds about.
How everybody bout themselves then try to hurry you out.
Overstaying your welcome, where nobody helps, home is what they call it all us always playing with cellphones.

The Selfless selfies from the selfish wealthy Lt.
Lieutenants pen attendance with men who mentally doubt me.
I’m the most epic ever, until every enemy bout me.
Chess or Checkers, better is what I am to you Rousey.

Comma Ronda, Dhamer Jeffrey E Honda.
Elvis Presley don’t impress me he be fetch as my mama.
You be blessing me mama, but you be stressing me mama.
How the hell you gonna clean up all that mess of yours mama.

I’ll lay the recipe on ya. Now let’s just be honest.
Yeah I love you but I hate you for the stress that you brought us.
But I dug you never caved in from the pressure upon us.
So I’d hate to never love you for the lessons you taught us.

So here’s the story of the want of a man, and that man is me just wanting you to all understand…

Let’s just be friends.