To the lucky girl who gets to love her, be with her and win her heart over;
Please take care of her, make sure she knows how much she’s worth, she tends to take care of everyone else around her and always forget to put herself first, so take care of her.
Love her unconditionally as if there’s no tomorrow anymore, always remind her how much you love her, how lucky you are to be able to love her and be loved back by her, never let her go to sleep without letting her know you love her.
Always make her feel special, put her first before anyone or anything else, she’s the most important person in your life so don’t forget to act like it, she’s your number one priority and don’t forget that.
Give her space, let her have her own time, she loves to just be left alone sometimes, and that’s not a bad thing, let her breathe, let her think and rest, if she wants to be alone, don’t take it personally, just understand her and give her the time and space that she needs.
Always listen to her. When she tells you things, pay attention, remember everything, even the small details, especially the smallest details. Listen to what she’s telling you, show her that you understand and that you’re all ears. If she wants to rant, let her rant, if she wants to tell you a story let her tell you a story. Never interrupt her, always show that you’re interested, don’t make her feel worthless.
Don’t let her go to bed mad. No matter what you’re fighting or arguing about, or no matter who’s wrong or right, never let her go to bed mad. Talk to her. Tell her you’re sorry. Tell her you love her. Even if its not your fault act like it is, just don’t let her go to bed mad.
She hates hanging out with a big group of people that she’s not close with, so don’t force her to go to parties if she doesn’t want to. But don’t leave her either even if she says its ok for you to go, instead choose to stay with her. Watch her favourite movies with her. Watch the TV shows that she loves, even if you don’t really get why she loves them. Put on her favourite music, and lay there under the covers. Spend time with her. Hug her tight and let her know how lucky you are.
She loves animals. She probably loves them more than you and you shouldn’t be offended by that, don’t take it personally. If she wants to spend time with them and not you let her, they mean the world to her. Learn to love them too.
She’s got the biggest heart. She fights for what is right, and you should support her, never say that what she believes in is crap, respect her beliefs and respect her.
Always cook her something. She loves food. Always make sure there’s potatoes, chicken and watermelon around, she absolutely love those. No matter how much you love her though, never let her near the kitchen!
After work, she’s going to be hella tired, so cook her food, put on her favourite shows or music, run a hot bath for her, and let her rest and sleep. Take care of her.
Don’t take her out on really expensive and/or loud dates, take her out to somewhere she loves, or stay in. Give her a list of options. Always prepare more than one date idea. Dates should just be about the two of you, so make sure its somewhere the two of you can just talk.
Communicate with her. Always talk to her. She hates small talks, ask her about her day, talk to her about everything, don’t keep secrets, be honest to her.
Always say good morning and good night to her. Always ask her how was her day. Ask her if she’s eaten. Ask her if she’s okay. Always tell her to drive safe. Tell her you miss her. Tell her you love her.
Take care of her please. Love her more than anyone or anything.
You’re lucky to have her. You’re lucky to be with her. She’s the type of girl anyone would be lucky to be with.
She’s kind, honest, loyal, down to earth, kind hearted, genuine, sweet (the sweetest), caring, amazing, witty, dirty minded, charming, big hearted, and she’s perfect, she’s perfect despite her past, despite her flaws, so love her.
Take care of her. Love her. She chose you.
(love her because i can only love her from afar.)
Wesley’s Theory: “Look both ways before you cross my mind”
For Free? (Interlude): “Oh America, you bad b*tch, I the picked cotton that made you rich, now my d*ck ain’t free”
“I swore I wouldn’t tell, but most of y’all share bars like you got the bottom bunk in a two man cell”
Institutionalized: “Me, scholarship? No, streets put me through colleges. Be all you can be, true, but the problem is, a dream’s only a dream if work don’t follow it”
These Walls: “Interior pink, color coordinated. I interrogated every nook and cranny, I mean its still amazing before they couldn’t stand me. These walls want to cry tears. These walls happier when I’m here. These walls never could hold up, everytime I come around demolition might crush”
u: “Lovin’ you, lovin’ you, not lovin’ you, one hundred proof. I can feel you vibin’, recognize that your ashamed of me. Yes I hate you too”
Alright: “What you want, a house or a car, 40 acres and a mule, a piano a guitar, anything, see my name is Lucy, I’m your dog. Motherf*cker you can live at the mall”
For Sale? (Interlude): “You said to me, you said your name was Lucy. I said where’s Ricardo? You said oh no, not the show
Momma: “Thank God for rap, I would say it got me a plaque, but what’s better than that? The fact it brought me back home”
Hood Politics: “The streets don’t fail me now, they tell me it’s a new gang in town, from Compton to Congress, it’s set trippin’ all around. Ain’t nothin’ new but a flow of new DemoCrips and ReBloodlicans. Red state versus a blue state, which one you governin’? They give us guns and drugs, call us thugs. Make it they promise to f*ck with you. No condom they f*ck with you, Obama say, “What it do?”
How Much A Dollar Really Costs: “He looked at me and said, "Your potential is bittersweet" I looked at him and said, "Every nickel is mines to keep" He looked at me and said, "Know the truth, it’ll set you free. You’re lookin’ at the Messiah, the son of Jehovah, the higher power, the choir that spoke the word, the Holy Spirit, the nerve of Nazareth, and I’ll tell you just how much a dollar cost: The price of having a spot in Heaven, embrace your loss, I am God”
Complexion (A Zulu Love): “Dark as the midnight hour or bright as the mornin’ sun, give a f*ck about your complexion, I know what the Germans done”
The Blacker The Berry: “So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers, or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”, or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day, or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays, or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements, or watch BET cause urban support is important. So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street? When gang banging make me kill a n*gga blacker than me? Hypocrite!
You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Momma Said): “Jealousy (complex), emotional (complex), self-pity (complex), under oath (complex), the loudest one in the room, n*gga, that’s a complex. Let me put it back in proper context: You ain’t gotta lie to kick it my n*gga”
i: “I done been through a whole lot, trial, tribulations, but I know God. The devil wanna put me in a bow-tie, praying that the holy water don’t go dry, yeah yeah”
Mortal Man: “How many leaders you said you needed then left ‘em for dead? Is it Moses, is it Huey Newton or Detroit Red? Is it Martin Luther, JFK, shooter you assassin. Is it Jackie, is it Jesse, oh I know, it’s Michael Jackson, oh, when sh*t hit the fan, is you still a fan?”