White folks got the road to success mapped and that’s all good, but why don’t blacks got that same atlas

J. Cole

J. Cole- Lost Ones

They say everything happens for a reason
and people change like the seasons, they grow
apart, she wanted him to show his
heart and say he loved her, he spoke them
magic words and on the same day he fucked her
now she wide open, she put a ring up on his finger
if she could, but he loved her cause the pussy good
but she ain’t no wife though, uh oh!
she telling him she missed her period like typos
he panicking, froze up like a mannequin
a life grows inside, now he asking “is it even mine?”