Orderly Progression

Whether it comes out of me, or is about me
Only I say is true, not what women say can only be seen or felt
Sure, I made a couple hearts melt
Break and shatter, crack under pressure, and switch sexual preferences
Love is a game meant to be played only by the crooks
I wrote the goddamn book, who are YOUR references?
Be it the fact I expected you to act upon your impulses?
Albeit predictable, sometimes one realizes his advantages to it and cuts his losses
Mirror, mirror, do you know who the biggest boss is? -- excuse my arrogance
I've been this way since age thirteen when Liz ruined me, isn't that relevant?
Copped all the jewelry I could, so women couldn't clearly depict me
Then I realized my words are just as sickly, I call that potent
And whatever you say, I call that quoted
I play the game I've mastered piece by piece, a pawn's sacrifice is duly noted
My notebook displays words from the deepest of my focus
A lifeline of the frequence of women I used for show
To be honest I don't know how deep my emotions COULD flow
If I just fell back, and let the beast take hold of my soul again
It seems I was SO committed, I don't even want to talk any longer
And I don't want a diss when I write, at least until they get much stronger
And I don't want to lay in the whip, blunt laying on my lips
With a woman that I can't respect enough to tell she needs to look much farther
I swear I'm too legit; you can ask Liz, Ebony, Gloria, & Monica
Maria, Vanessa, Shuntel, 'Tana, Jisela, Nina, & Aliciana
Maybe even the most recent as well
I mean she saw my words clearly, I don't wear any more jewels
Deep down each of them knew when they started, I wasn't ready for commitment
Maybe I was wrong to keep my ways up when I knew my problems
But truthfully, claiming a label before we even WERE
Doesn't make any sense to be frustrated over
And maybe I'm not who you write to; you dear ol' friend, ex, & lover
But maybe you need to address the situation when you mean to
I forgot, you're hypocritical

Stop playin'.