UNDRESSING CRITICISM

Look, I stepped outside my crib today and took time from my babies
To reflect and have an introspective moment about my lady
Last month we made it four years in the blessing of matrimony
But know some folk who yolk done broke, now both need alimony
Ratchet homies though they blast it for me and clap at phonies
Still detached from knowing how being vulnerable truly feels
And though I've had some classless moments my past unfolded hood rats and rodents
Down my path to Damascus that truly healed
Every ailment before the mailman delivered agape
In the form of fat who at first contact was a frivolous entrée
We had dissonance but her diligence and commitment when
I was indifferent, was equivalent to someone hit with
The spirit and forced to lay prostrate
Overwhelming potent and pure but undeniable
She was my friend when I ain't have no ends
That made us somewhat sizeable
Difference in how I would listen when she would
Express the intrinsic gems
She saw within me that made me desirable
To her but I was sure it wasn't mutual
And round that time wasn't always kind but I's always truthful
I'd rather lose you than use you, confuse you
Seduce you, abuse you or run through you like most dudes do
I told her clear as day, I don't want you
She looked at me and said cool
Some people hear that and say, "Girl, what's wrong with you?"
And to that I say, "Hell, baby, what's wrong with you?"
She knew what she wanted but knew I wasn't there yet
So rather than run around the field, she made a fair catch
Took what was given that never altered her vision
In fact she moved with precision towards being friends with no strings attached
While most people drown waiting, her love and her sound making
Decisions built around shaking foundation
So when I had my peace I could place my feet
On something concrete, the cost above ain't cheap, it's steep
Unless you want something for the streets
Well, hell, then I concede
And easily can see why I see these tweets
That reek of those that struggle with rejection though
They mask it by projecting false realities that they deem true
That's why I'm weary when I speak to folk who stressing
Or victims of mass deception 'cause I'm knowing they ain't got a clue
How the hell is one offended when presented someone's genuine experience
That don't make or break you doing you?
It's hard to comprehend that some condemn the road in which you travel
Like the gravel beneath your feet gon' alter they shoes
Or positioning, my non-fiction ain't here to contend with your non-fiction
And you free to do whatever you choose
But hell, that's the world we live in
When your chips is high, be weary of the ones who chip in
Shaitan gon' always try to tempt you
Know that it is written but who am I? I said a lot, but I might be tripping, ooh

Nah, you not tripping, and
I wanna just address the people that were hurt or triggered by our, our story
Of how we got, ya know, married
And to those people that had that limited understanding
Of what our story was and felt some type of way, you know
It's okay, it's okay and here's why it's okay
Because life is hard, life is hard, and it's even harder when you involve relationships
'Cause you can get hurt, you can get scarred, you can get bruised
And it's so easy to take all of those things with us on a day to day
And hold onto 'em tight
And so when you encounter something that tries to deal with it
It hurts, it hurts and you're forced to either deal with that hurt
Or you, you create an alternate reality
And I think a lot of people that were looking at
Our story, they were creating that alternative reality through their filter of
Hurt or rejection, and you know, it's okay because you can get help
And you can sit down with somebody and you can talk to 'em
And you can process what happened to you
So that when you hear, you know, someone's origin story, you don't have that same response
You don't have to hear it and get angry and get mad or be triggered by it
Because you can heal, you can heal from that hurt
And you can heal from that pain and that rejection
You deserve to heal