| En garde it’s the war of the heart still
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| Warring with my past how a lot of us women feel
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| Brother sneaking on you like Jay in on Rothschild
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| That’s how the feeling hit you just like missing your birth pill
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| Sickness, remembering the calls that you got, ill?
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| No, I was more hurt than embarrassed could not deal
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| Carrying this baggage and I wonder how he feel
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| That new man I got who wanna do more than cop feels
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| Unlike them old flames in my day that I used to deal
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| Wit only concerned with your looks and your sex appeal
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| They all claim to love you then its down like Brazil
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| From here on, sensitive ‘bout the trust like good will
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| Used over and over, I’ve been through it the worst
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| Try to pay it no mind just like the bills on the first
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| That’s when I black out like them women in church
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| Catching the ghost of yesterday who all remind me of hurt
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| I messed up, and all I ask now is patience preceded
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| In the shower tryna wash the pain with Ivory breeze
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| Crying my eyes out till the touch of the water was freezing
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| Thinking of that baby that is no longer breathing
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| He had and he lied about it
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| Asking myself «why the hell I even cry about it»
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| I’m better off without him
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| Cuz what I got with you outweighs all the riches, power
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| And all the gold and what I know is I can’t do without you
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| En garde it’s the war of the heart still
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| Know he made for you, tho someone else got the deal
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| And they dont ‘preciate it, got you watching your Fossil
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| Know your time coming, new edition to it like J Gill
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| My, my, my remain tough like the diamonds do
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| Every day is pressure, each one feeling like 22
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| Catches, there’s some give and take in all of it, learning
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| Tryna educate myself as I go through it like Lauryn
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| In the 2−5, where I was raised and Mama Lou died
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| A lot girls in my age all lead wit their two thighs
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| How can I expect 'em to be different if in they eyes
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| They see themselves as what they all holla they despise
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| Pea size inside, when we P' size outside
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| Two inches from 6'5″, if we won’t too high
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| We would be too high, to be touched, M. Blige
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| The breakthrough, shouts to Hip Hop dedicated to you
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| My precious wings
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| En garde it’s the war of the heart still
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| Heavy hearts for all the heroes that need will
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| Real power, we watch um fall like towers, down
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| Cuz they ain’t none around to keep um from doing downhill
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| Addicted to the villains, and it all turns bad
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| Until the villains take our heroes and we all feel sad
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| Even heroes need a hero to watch out for they back though
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| Under all the armor they just women and men yo
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| Fighting for our cause, and in the end, we should all
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| Band together for they sake and give 'em something to stand fo'
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| Instead me making jokes at 'em, and we laughing at 'em
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| When we all sinners in the end just like Eve and Adam
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| So, dear madam I pray for you and mos'
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| Definitely pray you find peace that you need cope
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| Cuz hope don’t ever die like legends
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| And since the age of seven I knew I would touch the world the most
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| So, peace to you love, forever on top
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| I show respect cuz who we talking bout is Hip Hop
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| So, peace to you love, forever on top
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| I show respect cuz who we talking bout it Hip Hop
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| My precious wings |