You're gonna love me

I just want you to love me

Do something simple like hug me

Hold me as I struggle as I hustle you'll love me

Get chu to the point where you get real sick of me (yop)

That's the goal, then I've done my job

In high school- was cool, all the in chicks dug me

Drive by guys wit they shots couldn't touch me

Gotta thank GOD man some nights was real ugly

Thugs bustin, slugs buzzin, mom cussin- GOD TOUCHED ME

How else, can you explain my ability?

Was late on my utilities, plus I studied futility (but)-

The gift of music got me walking wit nobility

Now wit every foot I lift I sift toward tranquility

TRAINED as a boy to absorb what was killing me

BLAMED when I push da peddle to the floor- are you kiddin me!?!?

Hey just for kicks I got a one question quiz

What's the one component missing in this world where I lived?

You gone love me.

I know…  someday…  you're gonna love me

I know…  someday…  you're gonna love me

When I was a kid at da crib I didn't play wit crayons

Polyester ass pants man shirts was rayon

Got my rave on wit white chicks in ray-thin thongs

We smoked weed in these makeshift bongs- hold on… whoa

Shit is crazy but before you go ape

Outside its 88* I'm fuckin wit a chick 28- but wait!

Add to the fact she older 2 x 8

And how the fuck am I to know I'm just a victim of rape?

When hate replaces love you embrace it as such

And I know it should be GOD but in guns we trust

Still you fuckers always quick to come and judgment rush in a seat plush but come and spend a day wit us

Is it too much to ask? I mean for real I don't want much

A clean pair of draws on my ass, a haircut

I took you on a path to my past in this cut

But past it now, I'm a bastard found-

You gone love me now.

Repeat chorus>

I'm from the Queen City baby so of course I had a Queen

Lean, hurt a pair of jeans- every niggaz wet dream

Get work; work a fiend, net worth overseas

Breathe for her like a fiend

Lose it all, then your Queen

Someday's I swear to GOD it seems like a bad dream

And having tasted success I can tell you aint what it seems

I mean- what good is gleam when the free air you breathe is worth more than the gleam?

I'd give anything to see her breathe

From where they chase those means-

Pussy, music or cream

A dreams' still a dream in the life of a fiend

NJ breed, reliving how she died because of creed

Some would call it greed, I recall she said to me

She was hot when she came out

Now she a VCR

She played out-

Now she needin CPR

I'm grieving as she studied bleeding in the ambulance car

But fortunately for someone she got an organ donor card

Please love me.           

T.