Pain in a women's mind is always covered in disguise,
In power of a mans eyes,
All he see is beautiful to control,
So he pulls every piece from her soul,
Ticking of a clock,
Ends to several cocks,
Why must we paint beauty as a want,
And not as a need,
After she promise and plead,
Shooting, drinking, smoking,
Just to earn your loyalty,
While you plot from day one,
To find a way to make her cum,
Her pride,
She just wanna change up her life,
Wishing she never felt what she felt,
After she been left,
all there was is hell,
Nobody cares how she cried,
They only wondering why she lied,
Thats the reason why she plan,
And Got her own dreams,
Reppin her own team,
Young black women,
So she's always on her feet,
When she's hurting tell me who do she call,
Sharing her thoughts wishing she could just live them all,
Your crazy u thought u could just sit there and watch her fall,
She said no,
She's not going to just sit there and crawl,
She want the power, the fame,
Hell she wants it all,
So you beg,
You pled,
You get on your knees,
Then when I leave,
I want you to know me,
From who I am,
They call me,
She
