Behind My Eyes

The Jealousy They Seen

Now this the jealousy they seen.

Dark eyes, a dose of melanin, thick thighs, thick hair covered with a scarf, wrapped up- kept tight. Showing off your body, like your supposed to. Now every man keeps that picture locked away in his mind, mater of factly, as a goal and fantasy.
Because all woman should look like you.
You ain't shit.

You're loud. The fuck you so loud for?
Spiting your uneducated mess at people just like you, making a ruckus.
Everyone lookin at you, they know about you. They see your future more clearly than their own wide pool of options.
You da baby mamma.
You dat ghetto bitch.
You da fast ass hoe, my mom don't like.
What you amount-in to?
You ain't shit.

Shake yo ass for em'.
You got it right?
You strapped.
In fact I know you will.
Show out and show 'em what it means to disrespect your self.
Yet you demand respect from others?
Fuck out my face.
You ain't shit.

You're beautiful, but shit I can't admit it, cuz yo damn attitude and personality shines through making you ugly as fuck.
Your beautiful, you know you are, you see it, yet the world got you fucked up into thinking shit like this okay, but isn't it?
Ain't it in multiple cultures to show a lil skin?
Ain't it Bollywood, Hawaiian, white.
Ain't it black, To show off what yo mamma gave you, to all the men that 'would', without a doubt cheat on they girl with you.?
You young, but you got it right?
You just know your grown as fuck right?
Yeah, and Just for a night? I bet you would too.
You wanna be loved so bad.
Think for yourself hoe, that shit ain't right.
Get yo shit together.
You ain't shit.

They love you.
You in there huh?
You get the men, you get the attention, your grades shit, you loose, you do what the fuck you want.
Yet, even though they laughing at you, they can't judge can they?
Cuz they the same damn way.
Most of you in them, and that's why they stick wit you for the world.
Period, huh?
You ain't shit.

Now, I'm over here, I got the face the older men tell me so.
I got what it take to succeed, I played the instrument, I aced the classes.
Yet, you gettin it all huh?
You the stereotype that your kind just happens to be so blind to.
My mom would beat my ass of I even thought of being you.
You ain't shit.

Now, what we have?
Don't y'all call him yo "brother"?
That's some dumbs shit, y'all all brothers huh?
Through god right?
I don't even believe in god, yet I know enough to see how ironic that shit is.
And That's your cultures way of sticking together against the other races huh?
Do y'all not see yourselves kill each-other?
Nah I guess y'all to fried.
Yellow eyes, yellow eyes. Marijuana for a dime.
Drink your life away nigga.
Mater a fact, throw the bottle at your baby before they grow to suffer like me.
Put yo gun in they mouth, maybe that'll get em to stop crying.
Oh wait I forgot, they wit they mamma.
You ain't shit.

You throw trash at the very people who try to protect you.
How the fuck are you relevant?
I know I see it, but it ain't relevant to my life, so who the fuck cares.
Pull your mother fuckin pants up.
Stop talking like dis, like you ain't got no damn sense.
But I mean I guess you don't know no better huh?
Cuz your peoples don't know how to beat yo ass.
No education, dick in a bitch behind the damn building when you don't even bother to be here, with yo triflin ass.
It be heated huh?
You ain't shit.

I don't know nothin about you.
Not except what I've seen, and most y'all niggas the same.
You ruin my existence in this building.
What am I doing this for?
My real accomplishment, sitting here getting work done, getting A's, tryna ignore you talking about doing dirty with a hoe ass bitch, who got the curves I don't, the ass I dont.
That's the shit they don't know about, den they began to expect the shit from me, when I just wanna be as free as you.
You ain't shit.

I swear, I swear you ignorant as fuck.
Yet by saying that I'm really ignorant, not even using the word right.
Blame it on circumstance.
I bet you will, I bet you.
Cuz that's all you got huh?
You not doin nun wrong, it's just your culture we don't know about,
The other half just your circumstance.
How else you gon live?
What other choice you got for real?
You ain't shit.

Your handsome, I can't admit it cuz your ego shine through making you lack, making you rugged, making you like almost all the other niggas in the school.
You know you are, that's how your dark ass pull em huh?
But you don't got me.
Nope I swear you don't.
Yet I wish you did, and the funny thing is I'm not even necessarily like that.
I'm not that girl. I don't have the weve, the flat stomach and big ass.
I dont got that rachet personally.
And I don't think like y'all neither.
You ain't shit.

No instead, I'll be over here with the other emo kids.
Talking shit.
While I'm letting some dude touch all over my ass, grab my waist and give me hickies.
I'll cheat on em later too.
and I've done the drugs.
I just don't do em often enough to be as fried as y'all, without an ass whoopin.
I'm secretive about my mess,
Yeah I talk shit, but y'all do too.
Either way I don't got no damn business though.
Mostly cuz I'm the same damn way.
I'm not shit.

Yeah... that's the jealousy they seen.