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Im sick and tired of all these emotions, in this love game i get no promotion,
i got all the right skills to treat a girl right, i think about my dove each and every night,
i show respect, i show true love, to the call i go beyond and above,
i would do anything to find my perfect match, but every time i get the defective batch,
too many girls out tryin to get stats, girls going out with straight up rats,
my dove gets sad and she comes to me, why cant she just see im the REAL emcee,
she has a problem and she asks me to solve, but these feelings for her i cant resolve,
the street poet looking for his lost flow, just rhyming like some ordinary joe,
i swear to god i'd do anything to have her back, i'd even drop gangster rap and tote a gat,
i'd go into the police station and start shootin, anything she wanted, if i couldnt get it, i'd go out lootin,
this love cant be healthy for the soul, i need her to get me out this black hole,
shes still out there looking for her soul mate, my life gets bleaker after each of her dates,
im there for the break-ups, im there for her make-ups,
i'm there to see achievements, the loss of her love, i grieve it,
why couldnt she have graced me in my adult years, inspire cant stop these tears,
many think that im weak cause i show my true feelings, but these wounds just aint healing,
time heals all wounds, but it works to slow, i cant seem to release her from my flow,
Too many nights i've sat wondering what her true feelings were, i love her and i hope she concurs,
i think maybe shes hiding it for a good reason, i cant hate her, even though against my heart, she committed treason.