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I will never be weak again
I'll never be weak again
I'll never be weak again, I never will sleep again
Never will be meek again, lies will not ever creep again
Never bite my tongue or bend I will never be a sheep again
A wolf that kills wolves on you devils I binge
This side of me they cringe because my heart won't mend
The start of your end what's sowed will be reaped again
Because we all one day have to answer for our sins
I wish I didn't have go the places I been, seen the havoc
Years of being ravished by Sluts, hood rats,and addicts
P.O.P. didn't get his name by magic
Giving you that raw dope by the name of "beautiful tragic"
Well I control the damage still function and manage
I expose my sores fuck wearing any bandages
I won't abandon take for granted, this mess I've been handed
I'll guess I'll get back to the Slut and the Addict
I've had it with even having a thought of you
You lieing filthy trick last summer you was a stripper
Now a church going fiance' and shit
Yeah baby the fire is lit because you fucked over the wrong guy
You see karma bent you over and sucked your ass dry
Why oh why did I write that fagot ass poetry?
Pouring out my soul oh woe is fuckin me
I might as well light some incense and listen to some floetry
For you a book of poetry? It should be a book of hoetry
Oh now your new man is benefiting from what you learned ?
To get to that place a lot of dudes had to be fucked over and burned
Yo your past aint dead you bring all of that in your new bed
Those soul ties will be extra grooms for your bitch ass to wed
To the addict I guess that's where I get my dark side
With you went through a mental oppression like apartheid
You cheated, stole, and lied drained my pockets dry
Yeah I rhymed dry again you bitches, ha ha
I died inside dealing with this drug tormented angel
She seemed so normal how the hell did I get tangled ?
Up in this?
A kiss turned into sexual bliss
This intoxicating tryst would turn into some weed that's dipped
In that dust this lust would cost me so much
My ATM card was worn out, currency was extracted when I bust
I cuss so much now because this ugliness will fester
The two evils in my life didn't seemed lesser
From one having other niggas on the side
To a bitch stealing 50 bucks from my dresser
A head that's messed turned into lyrical treasures
The addict made my integrity deader, she did it so suttle
The first time in my life I've seen an abortion hustle
I tussle with myself for being so blind,no one this
Earth will ever again cross that lines
I see signs for miles, trick don't even smile
I destroy the weak man, so I won't be beguiled
Now one's engaged with child, one's clean in another state
The addicts doing good got a good job, man and place
The stripper is about to have baby showers and wedding cake
Every one is doing good, but I guess one hasn't escaped
When you all move on to your good life, just don't forget the one you raped
See sometimes you have to be fucked in your sleep to become awake
You just never know by your actions the monster you can make
Well I'm just a beast lyrically, the paper feels my hate
Should have let go this hate before I started to date
My new girl didn't deserve to walk through hell's gates
We are shaped by the messes that someone else makes
We are shaped by the messes we make
We all have baggage but we have to release that hate
Confess our wrongs, break the soul tie, then cleanse our space
One all one day will have to answer for our sins
One day we'll have to stand up and be real women and men
One day this story will blow away in the wind
I won't take out this on another...
But I'll never be weak again.
The end.
Walter P.O.P. Monroe
