This black woman here is tired.
Tired of the same ole same ole.
wakin up goin to a job where I feel like a robot.
Don't even know what I'm doin anymore
its all just motions.....same ole routine...day in and day out.
I'm tired of the same ole thing.
We tired of yall too
Same ole lame lies.
same ole tired excuses
hell you tired yaself.
We tired of u pickin us up late
and tired of u not havin enuff cash to take us out to nice restaurants.
We tired of riding around in the car wit u and yo boys, cuz they
aint got a ride and u they taxi.
We tired of loud mouth
and ridiculous excuses
get up off yo ass and do what u spose to do
These black queens need kings
if u aint right for the job then
u need to gone.
Gone out there and find u someone
who is more fitting for u and yo speed.
0 to no where.
I hate to say but some of yall make me sick
I c why my sisters fall in luv wit sistas.
why they seek love from another womb.
What yall doin? Do you even know
I doubt it..and besides I'm too tired to even care
Saturday, October 24, 2009
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