I Wouldn't Be Me...

Sometimes I wish that I could stay numb
Like these other cats who play dumb
And know of emotion but run away from
Why'd I have to be subject to thieves In love believe
Wear my heart on my sleeve And let other beings f*ck with me?

Sometimes I wish I could be mean and cold
Call queens "hoes"
And strictly get up in between those
Without my heart being exposed
In so doing, become a soul-less mannequin as opposed to a hopeless man who's been Shipped as "fragile postage" only to get opened and find I'm broken from mishandling.

F*ck it, from now on, I'm treating niggas like they treat me
I'll smile in their faces then try to get in their sweeties' pee-pees
At surface, I'll wish them "godspeed and smooth sails"
But on the low, be that hater hoping everything they do fails.

And the females in my life gon feel it for every tear
I cried over one
Because I've got a complex that dwarfs Napoleon's
Due to venomous vixens who claimed to be "all about" me
But more resembled D.C. rats the way they crawled about the streets
But it's cool; wait 'til I Break Fool like Rah Digga
Start hanging 'round mad females talking bout, "Oh, she's like my nigga" Because those who hurt me used the past as their excuses
So let's just see how ruthless Drew can be when he chooses..

But you know what? That's not cool, because everyone's been hurt before Jerked before and sold sh*t as sugar by a two-faced flirt before
So instead of letting fake folk change my ways
I'd rather pave the way for the real ones who could make my day
Because the day that I become what I despise
I will simply take the word "wise" out of the phrase "sadder but wise"
True, I could do what they do, and it might feel good, too
But I wouldn't be who I should be; I wouldn't be Drew...