The last time I heard the word Bitch
Was in your average high school history class it was not chemistry for we be talking about petroleum gas and how there’s more cars than grass, and my friends be tellin me how that girl has a stunning atomic mass.

No it was history where patriarchy and masculinity are the bold letters that helped capitalism and supremacy rule America but out of the corner of my eye after reading how America lied and despised our native ties are a couple of girls sitting next to this guy who thinks because he’s sixteen all girls will bend down to his knees

So he stands there wearing his name brand top thinking that he’s fly cause’ his belly don’t flop and he thinks can make you pop, lock and drop smoother than an American cop.

Then with his virginity hanging like an umbilical cord he walks up to you
And says ‘you can fall off a building, you can fall off a tree but the best way to fall, is in love is with me”

He says your blood is precious like a fine wine, that you make him addicted like when he was thirteen he used to have his hand on his dick thinking about chick after chick just waiting for the day when he’ll find the right lady to lick his lips.

Yeah, she fell into his game became a part of a list of names hung over his bed in a gold plated frame and giving him the courage to tell his friends that he played a game with just another bitch.