“I’m tired of looking out my window seein shadows of you. And I can’t hang out with my girls cos I’m checkin my rearview. You callin, breathin all hard like I can’t hear you. And everytime I hit the club you just happen to be there too. All I ever wanted was to be with you. But when I needed you I had to compete with clubs, drugs, the streets and PS2. You out all night chasin women witcha weakass crew. But I guess when you’re in Rome you do what Romans do but uh, they go home alone just like you, wishin they woulda held on just like you, probably callin playin on phones just like you. I’m so through dealin with niggas just like you cos I done had a few niggas just like you. I had the ballin, type to call like me claim me comin through. I had the CEO that would bring me dough cos he always had somethin to prove. I had the so called “God man” who though he could do everything that God can so he was closer to God than the church man. I had the “meet me at the poetry spot” down to earth man. I had the nigga from the club who was only good for a fuck and I had a street nigga that claimed he was always down on his luck. I had a playa with no goals, no heart, just game. I had the 24 in the studio on his way to fame. I had a control freak who thought he could keep me on a chain and I had a nigga that lied so much I don’t even know his real name. At the end of the night they all made me feel the same. I had a million things to lose and not a damn thing to gain. I told you I need you and you shoulder shrug. I tell you I’m leavin and you call my bluff. I say a million men want me and you say they can have you then. So when you beg me to come back I tell you I got a man who not just my lover but my friend, the closest person to me so I call him my next of kin and I know you think you own this but guess what, he put it in and represented for all men. Even those who act like boys and we still call men and to think you gone fall in feedin me bullshit sprinkled with game on it. But when he hit it, he wrote his name on it. I was committed when he put his brain on it. He and I will parade these streets and I’ll be damned if you rain on it. Look, I know you have your regrets and I’m not gone throw it in ya face cos hell I wish you the best. Him for you, that’s like more for less. And I just can’t do it. You had your chance but you blew it and deep inside I think you knew it was killin me but silly me I couldn’t see the forest for the trees and I didn’t know I was cut so deep until I began to bleed. I guess they left out all the snakes in the story of the birds and the bees. So you can cry me a river, nigga cry me a sea. But that’s the last time I love a nigga that ain’t got no love for me.”