Jealousies

They call me H-A-Z-E, the one who never makes up
Break ups, always trying to get off the ground with bad luck
Whether it be women of the world, or the temptations that I succumb to
I rap with real life characteristics, I'm arrogantly humble
And most people front when they come across, they stumble
Let my words pick you up, find the trail again and guide you
If you're lost, pick up the earpieces, let me find you
And if you can't relate, I suggest you start reading your Bibles
Either way, I'm feeling better than I was
Feeling better without the drugs, feeling better without the angel dust
I smoked her once, and never called her back
Rather I hit ignore every time she hit up my jack
She always pleaded that we should try and get back
Baby my first love has a purple heart with orange hair, I can't forget that
So she cried all night until I finally had to dead her
I'm sorry love, but I can't forget her
And she said...

Baby come back, I never thought I'd miss an us
You're my strength, you understand me, I thought this was trust
And you exhaled me with such a passion, I mistook it for lust
Why can't we get back to US?

They used to call me Cease, only because I quit smoking the weed
That was a stint, I found a woman I could call my release
But when they saw I had her fiending in the same prisons
They reverted my name, because I was the one who had her addicted
It was crazy, she was supposed to have my baby
But she never saw a problem when a teen pregnancy
True, so her mother threw her down the stairs, that turned out to be a bother
Now it seems I'll never get to see my baby daughter
God, so I went back to leaving the releases
And cutting out all the custom features
Lost my girl to the same thing I was against every evening
And kissed slowly when I knew I shouldn'tve been cheating
But still, she was the 9th wonder of the world in my vision
And who cared except us, I swear she loved that she became my jurisdiction
She became my prison, I couldn't let her go
When one left, she became a part of my soul
And she said...

I knew you'd never leave, how could you mistrust
The beautiful thing we had, the other woman had an issue with us
Who am I hurting, and who else really could tear an image of us
Apart when everything is so much better with your drug?

See, I stopped her again, picked up a pen
Discovered a gift that poured my blood, sweat, and tears on the paper
She ALWAYS called me, she wanted it rough
Like she wanted me to damn near rape her, but I could never do such
I'm too nice with the word splices
The re-erasings, and second and third triads, the bars and the beats
The lies I could fold into a new leaf
Niggas said I talk when I sleep, but I was really reciting future rhythms nonunderstandably
One day she wanted to marry me
And gave me a choice, it was her or one thing that would bury me
I chose the wrong thing, at least I think
At least I think, at least I don't inhale and instead write out my pains
She never learned the conscience is a beautiful thing
And I'm sure once in a while I'll need her to massage my temples
Let her pick at my brain, then give me sweet dreams
Only to write about her again after a rude awakening
And she said...

God.