We started out as friends,
And took it to another level.
I watched as your personality changed,
From an angel to a devil,
Following me, like the paparazzi,
I tell you to stop, but like the paparazzi
You just ignore me.
Our relationship at times has gotten volatile,
I try to keep it on the down low.
Covering up my scars is not easy to do,
Those who know me know; my scars stem from you.
You don’t work, just sleep and eat,
And, oh yeah, run the streets.
Mama said, I shouldn’t let you back in.
But, we love each other,
I’m always saying.
Mama, one day, set up an intervention
She told me to shut up, sit down, and listen.
As a room full of people begin to tell me how things would be
If I allow you to continue to abuse me
I started to cry because my biggest regret,
Was failing to tell mama, you’re just a cat.
After that, Mama she beat me,
Can you believe the irony?