Fresh by Christine Smitz

Your shadow over me looms heavy. Its overbearing
My hand shakes; it aint steady. Im not caring
about what you think or how you feel -
my grip is armed with steel; it's pet name is bic and I'm aimed to kill

Your hustlin your gums and I'm mentally running...across these lines
Smart like einstein, fierce like a feline, trust my fire isnt't benign
I heard through the grapevine your nothin but a typical canine who's only aimin for my waistline
so in between my words and my jawline you get trapped. Your lustful offers imma decline

Me before may have quiched your thirst
Let you run game, pretend I never got hurt
Said all the right things and burierd the real C in a hearst
Dimmed my light so that your supposed fight went heard
but...

Didn't they tell you? I want more now than your weak dollar signs
and those tired lines - independent woman with her own I can't be outshined
Your bling and obnoxious sheen don't make you beam in my eyes
Instead I'm squinting, turning my view to other allies

Do me a favor -don't do me no favors
Hold down your own, do your thing, I'll get at you later
Bring more to my plate than stank leftovers you remainder
Im deep in success...let me live and let me savor"