Yess I was always hanging with the older bitches on the block…the ones who lived for a few, had to grow up faster than what they wanted to, the baby mamas that carried the sons of hustlas…the same women who brought the bad bitch out of me, the same ones who told me that I would be the one to break the ice, not follow in my family’s footsteps; I was the one to get the fuck out…and look at where I am now.
These were the women who raised me, when I had no one else to look up to, and when my mother kicked me out I had no real home only the streets that molded me to who I am today. Yess these were the ones who told me to never let a man be the reason that I didn’t do what I had to do, because like any man would, you must put yourself first and if..and only if you found the one who you thought deserved you, who put you first before himself would you do the same.
And through the years I never found any nigga worth my time or dedication, all being cut with the same scissors they had to wait until they fit into my agenda; they were all fun while they lasted but none of those man hoe niggas were worth me ask the gynecologist why my pussy itches..
SO ask anybody I’ll tell you all the niggas i’ve fucked, so fucking what! Nothing to be ashamed of, but I bet you they’ll all tell you how tight it was and how sweet it tasted and that’s REAL!
You see, you need bitches like me. I’m not afraid of my biggest mistakes, I’m not afraid of what people would kill themselves over full of regret…I’m not afraid to say I’m full of flaws. So what! I’m flaw-full, but that’s what makes me real, my nigga. So what does that make your bitch? A fake ass bitch with no stretch marks? A talkative bitch that speaks gossip fluently or a nasty hoe that swallows gonorrhea for breakfast? Take your pick because I have…
This is who I am. My past gave me a second chance, second chance to do everything right. I for once chose love over hate, real over fake, but don’t get me wrong, yes I’m a cold hearted bitch like you all say with no room for people who have done me wrong…but I do have room for the people who will do me right…PAUSE…but to wrap it all up. I’m not ashamed of where I come from, I don’t care if my mother tells me I shouldn’t hang with a certain crowd, and I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me or want to talk shit about me, saying I’m a bitch, I’m a hoe, she’s bossy, oh no that bitch is cocky..because at the end I’m thankful that I was raised where I was, the crowd I’m with will do it all for me, they’ve raised me.. & talk nigga talk because you’ll die talking shit while I’m living my life, forgetting your name and getting rich…this is who I am!
-Butta Love, the provocative verbalist
