as i finish my meal
i called for the bill
took a second to dwell upon what kind of tip i should give
so i....called the waitress, her ma take this
told i feel her pain, so she dont even gotta shit
she looked back shock by the slip of my words
cut her eyes wit a lil anger like "he got some nerve"
i said the stress on ur face
and them marks on ur arms
let me know u didnt slip nor a burn by a iron
emotion rushed her face like a quarter back bliss
thats uneccessary ruffness but i know u prolly love'em
yall done been thru thick thin, thinner and thicker
u in a postion to leave but froze in place like a picture
u phone chatting with tameka aint a reason for him to hitcha
thats abuse
and him being stressed is not an excuse
love can cause pain but love dont need bandaids
coming home to hit u cuz his job got'em in a rampage
u spending nights wit'em laying scared to breathe
in conflct wit ur moms because ur scared to leave
u dont even recongize'em from the time u first meet'em
and truthfully u hate'em additionally u regret'em
he aint even worth the jab slap kicks and punches
right now is a time to leave if u plan on doing something
well that it for my tip, i'll see u next time
them 20 bucks was extra but this was a piece of mind


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