Flash

I was once my pimp's favorite hoe

He said it was because when anybody looked at me, my eyes have a of flash of something.

Something this world has never seen and it's something that everyone needs to know.

He said that if you looked really closely you could see

He said I moved so calm and calculated but just for a flash you could see, how wise I am and a fear of letting that wisdom free.

The asks me what do you know we don't.

And what are the things that I see that no one else sees.

If I told you, you just couldn't comprehend.

Understand the flash in eyes you see many people won't.

But forget it, i'm probably just crazy

or maybe I lack confidence and I'm hella lazy.

Sometimes I wish I was a neurotic bitch named Stacey.

With a memory that was also hella hazy.

But hey I think the flash in my eyes is just due to how I grew up.

I needed so much for but I never got enough.

Older men say things that always seem to make me blush.

They love my fake smile, I mastered it and boy it was so tough.

So call me a bitch, yeah call me a slut.

Whatever you need to make you bust a fucking nut.

And when it's over I'll smile in yo face.

Even though I cry because having sex with you was just a mistake.

I know I cummed but it I know it was all fake.

I just did him a favor for heaven's sake.

The pimp says I love how I can smile through all my pain.

As he offers me another line of cocaine.

He said it'll help ease the pain.

He was right but I was wrong for listening to him because I lost the game.

I was his first ever bottom bitch

I took pride in making him rich.

And when he told me he that he loved me.

He also said that their will be anyone else above me.

I was his lil' red with they eyes that have a mysterious flash.

Was it a flash of happiness? Sadness? Maybe he was just mad?

Please don't waste your time reflecting on what you saw.

Honestly all the flash is, is how I really feel, It's my emotions hella raw.

I now fell more confidence, I love the flash in my eyes.

It's taken me long to begin to realize.

They the flash that's in my eyes, is simply a coping mechanize and also a diguise.

No one will ever get all of me.

And no one will ever get to know how I really feel or really thinks.

My mind is an work of art and puzzle with many missing links links a puzzle piece.

My eyes simply summons up my pride.

And in a flash the real me is gone and you see a different me, I promise it's just my twin although we the same size.

Underneath the mask I suppress screams. shouts, and cries.

Meanwhile I walk confidently, and even with a sexy ass stride.

And all the niggas is just a lil' bit curious about how I ride.

If they ask I'll open my mouth and begin to tell lies.

It's all slowly eating me inside.

Fuck my feelings! Bitch fuck this! It's time to take another swig of this bottle, NOW GOODBYE!!!