It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
'Member when he told you he was 'bout the Benjamin's
You act like you ain't hear him then gave him a little trim
To begin, how you think you really gon' pretend
Like you wasn't down then you called him again
Plus when you give it up so easy you ain't even foolin’ him
If you did it then, then you’d probably fuck again
Talking out your neck sayin' you're a Christian
A Muslim sleeping with the gin
Now that was the sin that did Jezebel in
Who you gon' tell when the reprocussions spin
Showing off your ass 'cause you're thinking it's a trend
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again
You know I only say it 'cause I'm truly genuine
Don't be a hard rock when you really are a gem
Baby girl, respect is just a minimum
Niggas fucked up and you still defending 'em
Now Lauryn is only human
Don't think I haven't been through the same predicament
Let it sit inside your head like a million women in Philly, Penn.
It's silly when girls sell their soul because it's in
Look at where you be in, hair weaves like Europeans,
Fake nails done by Koreans.
Come again

How You Gon' Win When You Aint Right Within? Un Un, Come again.

--Lauryn.


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I Think this is the most important verse ever put on a song for women. I feel like my big sister was telling me all the things not to do. I see some wild shit when I go out to these parties. During all four years of college I haven't experienced the stuff that I'm experiencing now.

STORY: I went to a party this weekend, and a drunk Freshman girl jumped on a pool table during a house party. She started doing a tip drill dance, pulled her pants down, and kept shaking her ass. Im trying to figure out where her friends are. I turn around to see if I see her friends at least coming towards her, and when I turn back around she has her draws down, spread eagle, playing with her coochie... in the middle of a room, on a pool table. Her friends finally come, and ......hug her and say "Thats My Bitch". I CANNOT MAKE THIS STUFF UP. Well Im a writer, I can, but .... Im not.

Seeing shit like this only makes me go harder, because I wont be like the past generations of adults who overlooked the generations behind them. These kids need help and if I can't help them all, Im fine with helping a few. SMH.