Why must I be so book smart?
Do everything right
Hold on tight for tomorrow will be lovely if I am molded just right
Have standards and goals because everybody knows he is all the smarter and doesn’t need to try!
Why must I be nothing without school
And fall below the standards because I fall shy of being cool
When I graduate and lose one hundred pounds if he is the same he is their baby boy
Who she was with says his father will taint your rank in society
Talk about her and they’ll talk about you
She best not settle, but luck to what ever you do
Attainable goals she shall have set, while computer master is the title you’ll get
Better at all game but needs to prove nothing
Jeporday wiz but needs to prove nothing
She’ll work harder son or be disappointing
But I love you for you so keep on with the pushing
It’s in your best interest to keep her on the right path
Or she’ll only be your brothel buddy and the gentlemen will laugh
Be best at everything witty and keep her on a leash
Make sure that lady friend of yours doesn’t embarrass me
Keep her facile, subservient and at ease
Just as long as you my son who be sinless does what you please
Make sure that she drops weight so at least you have eye candy for your arm
If nothing else she does right for the both of you make sure your never wrong
You’ll make her into what I want and maybe God will wash away some sins
Get rid of the tramp where you found her and your life will start making sense
I say this because I love you and I am saving you from the pain
He says these things out of anger I am told so don’t listen anyway
What am I supposed to think when I can’t seem to do anything right
Every once in a while I show the that I am not that bright
Why must I have different standards
It really isn’t fair!
All ye beer belly cheating snakes that feel too smart for school
Make a fool out of me because I am a woman
Harder I must work to prove
That I was born with the same powerful mind that makes me see through lies
I wish I was you for a minute or two to see things from your eyes
The way you use and jump from flousie to brothel and manage to keep your praise
So I must fight for the rest of my life to prove worthy for the rest of my days
Like a hawk to it’s prey you valiantly hover over the first young thing that you see
But I must tread lightly to not be the whore in the locker room you thought I would be
Keep your black book and than go start another
The web of deception is spun
Do what you want while I strive as your muse
And the war with yourself is finally won