Talkin Bout Me

I’m stupefied …

Have been all my life…

Over the way people talk about me…

How they concern themselves with me…

Wanting to know what time of day I pee…

And which way do I wipe…

Front to back…

Back to front…

What the hell I’m eatin for lunch….

She’s gettin fat…

She’s losing too much weight…

Is she gay?

She hasn’t had a date…

Were only asking cuz we never see her with a man

And let’s see how much she can stand…

If we…

Sabatoge her plans….

Her life…

She claims to love Christ…

Yeah… we can see HIM in her life…

HIS light in her is bright…

BUT…

Let’s make it dim…

Let’s pretent to be her friends then knock her pretty ass down again…

And these nuckas just keep on talkin…

And walkin…

And thinkin against me…

And I thought I wasn’t sh*t you see…

Cuz that’s what they’ve always told me…

Knife in my back…

Sh*t coming out their mouths…

But…

I’m still living…

And growing…

Prospering and knowing…

Who I am…

My purpose in life…

Ain’t nobody thinkin bout them…

I refuse to live in strife…

But every now and again…

A little bird comes to me…

And expels all the wicked things…

Those people been saying about Ki…