Acknowledgement: Step 5

I guess the last steps were just preceding
I know I have a problem, with that being
I tend to fall head over Nike SBs whenever I find a woman
That says she can respect me, when really they fronted
And I can only tell my brain I'm sorry
Because this is the last time my heart takes over these problems
My brother says I know what comes to follow
I call it realization that bitches may say they love you that night
but will kill your pride by the end of tomorrow
That's so sorrowful, I got so illogical
That I can't help but beat myself up saying, "Look what you got with trusting!"
I've gotten a little rusty, I hate to quit relationships
But these women are so suggestive when they play this shit
They may be violinists, and may know some melodies
But they don't know how to handle a man soulful like the seventies
They begin to amaze the shit out of me
When they try to say their memories of us must be dead to me
All I can do in retort, is consort with Aaliyah
And say I need some sort of guidance not in the form of my preacher
She says to follow my heart, that seems like the wrong path
Because I don't want to march into another war path
You're such a poor lass, I hate everything you've become to me
I came to my sense SO luckily
I really feel like she used me to fuck with me
Whenever she was hot & heavy, telling me to turn up the bass and rock steady
My only regret is that I didn't see this whenever she
was cheating on her last man with me
And you niggas still side on that scene ?