Why try?
Or even bare Sizzla's dry cries
The tales seen by my eyes... ring out my compassion and lets my soul dry
So why try... and when I try you tell your white lies... and when you lie your words take aim and shoot... double homicide... you killed my heart and my mind... that why my soul died
I hate sticky places
So why should I stay in a sticky situation... or bare sad faces?
Life is too short for that
I'm telling you straight up... you testing my patience!
Am I too wrong for that?
Or should I be more subtle and less precise
Should I reword my thoughts just to come off nice
Should I spend my time yearning and waste my life
Hell Nah! I aint with that... I spit the truth you just gotta face that
Off the truth that I elude
Off the pain that you endure
Off the facts that extract from the diluted memory and withheld truths of you that are baring on my back
I'm just saying things to help you face yourself and your trumped up innuendos that help u fool yourself before you face the prevailing facts
So why try?
I just said it
I'm more of a giver and less selfish
Coming from a short but eventful background compared to your sensual status mines is less basic
Learned to be more of a winner and less hasty
I've learned to omit and eliminate the bullshit... in other words you and learn to be more patient
They say ain't no woman like the one I got
But I hope there ain't no other woman like the one in you
But don't take this as a wrong thing
Take this as a good thing
Because the fact that I took my time out to tell you all of your wrongs shows that I care and can see the good in you...
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