wages of fitting in

You got a good head on your shoulders, guess you get that from ya mama
steady tryna change the world guess ill call you Ms obama

aspiring to be much better than the girls you’re with on the daily
cause all their dreams consist of’s a couple food stamps and a baby
got the whole world ahead of them, but they only want a portion, lives full of drugs drunken sex and the occasional abortion, but there’s more for you out there, i can see it in your eyes
or would you rather be the that girl in bk working on the fries,
or would you rather be the girl who stands tall, who spreads her wings and flies
or would you rather they place ya value on how far you’ll spread ya thighs

difference between you and them, ya car’s not the only thing with drive
you don’t need a man inside you to make you feel alive, or do you
see im stuck and you’re beat, i don’t think that i should mention
all the things you say and do just to have someone’s attention
your plate is overflown, yet you’re starving for affection
got a lil taste of hope, and now you hunger for redemption
like its a guilty pleasure, stupid girl you wont be young forever
just blinked ya eyes now you’re older than a Cosby sweater
ya chest cold couldn’t warm it in the hottest weather
all because he lied when he told you that “we’d be together”
damn daydreaming bout forever
thinking acting like you’re blind when he slips is for the better
ironic thing is when he slips you’re left bleeding
all on account of this nigga lying and cheating

and now its killing you, ya friend, she don’t know what to do
she hooked y’all up and yet the blame still seems to fall to you
and while you’re steady waiting for a cue, the one who cast you’re part at the start wants to replace you
DAMN, wages of fitting in…
its a grenade and you just pulled the pin
and now your worlds turned around like its never been
you let him go, cause all those feelings girl, were just for show
you realized that your girl liked his ego… she loved his smile, the cloak hiding the dagger
but if she knew him like you did shed never let him bag her
cause in his head he’s on top, he’s something like a rapper
he’ll fuck her cheat and turn and smile like blame it on the swagger

in your rush to finish up, you missed a question on this quiz
fitting in was never wrong… fck whoever said it is
but when you use all of yourself, you’ll have nothing left to give
and at the end of the day who’s life did you wanna live?

WAGES OF FITTING IN

(Source: sheriffimus)

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