Ay, yo'. I admit to you Moms raised me alone without a dude so I got some issues I could say 'I do' But before I do you should know some things that I have been through Pops was not a nice dude He tried to k** my mother this one time. I was still in the womb So does that make me the fool? Cause when I call him up now and then and say “I love you”, it's true I left home at 15 I was dating this dude nine years old. It wasn't as weird as it seems Cause he treated me better than I had ever been And to this day that fact's still the same The same year I was a**aulted with a gun These dudes locked me in a room, molested me for fun I swear I would scream, or I'd run If I told my pops, they're done, but I thought of their mothers with dead sons And that's empathy. I wish I was cold Cause if I was I could have stripped for a dollar, but I couldn't risk my soul So I didn't. I left school, came back, finished And went to college and graduated with honours, but get this: Memories my mind conveniently erases Strange homes, alone. Got touched in strange places That's why I freak out when you touch me And I'm screaming. I don't know it's you; it's just my past evil demons And they're plenty. They haunt me all the time I ain't ready for love. I never knew who he was or when he met me So I looked for him in all the wrong faces Got used by more than one dude. In fact, most of them were faking So when you talk about making a life I think about it too. I k**ed already. It's too late for me, right? Yeah, yo you could make me your wife But why would you want to? I got problems, so go on, go on, go on...