I used to think to love was wrong…
so I.. convinced myself for so long to keep my heart at a distance
becoming this.. two way mirror in an interrogation room
where, girls could see themselves in me
but all I could see was some dumb chick chained to a desk ready to confess all the pain that I caused her
… But what did I care
cuz it never seemed my niggas was mad at me
as long as I was able to pierce this girls anatomy
fill up my male ego with empty fornication
all the while making sure my DNA doesn’t learn multiplication
but that my mind took the time to enter myself into her equation
you know, convince her I was good guy long enough so I could
subtract her clothes, divide her legs and begin my penetration
but all that equaled up to was another broken heart
another girl in pain.
another heart around my chain from the women I’ve slained
cuz, the way I took this girls heart I might as well have killed her
cuz now she walks around, eyes swole up like a body builder
who grew stronger everyday from lifting the weight her heart could no longer carry
and now she lives in the world where the eyes can’t see
constantly thinking about me why I live through life guilt free
moving on with no remorse
its not my fault my plan already took its course.
but then I ask myself…
what did I prove?
That I could be single all my life?
That I’d never truly be fit for a wife?
Because I’d constantly be sleeping around
constantly worried about how many girls I can lay down.
Because today… today I stand corrected.
Crushed and affected by the same Pain I injected
when I slipped up and left my heart unprotected.
So at the same time I found true love I found true fate
cuz love had taken this game into check mate
So as a king I step down, and relinquish my crown
I place my heart on her chain now
So down from my thrown, I’m sitting all alone
From the title I’ll no longer own
the King of Hearts…
A spoken word poem