evidence of me

I may be a little difficult, yeah that may be true. But I ain't no different than Diana Ross in Lady Sings The Blues.
I'm an authentic chick matter of fact authentic should have been my first name.
Everybody want to complain but they lifestyles never change.
I got all the game but I had to learn the hard way with a few bumps. But I bet you it made the woman I am today.
I remember I got played by a silly ass hoe.
I was gone let it go, but I beat her ass anyway how else was she gone know the real about me.
I ain't never been conceited. I'm just for sure know who I really be.
Now the second time I got played I let a nigga do it.
I was mad as fuck, I seen that shit coming I already had a hunch.
So I sat back smoked a blunt put myself on punishment.
I ain't buy no shoes for a month.
I am telling you the evidence of me its all real so you gotta stay focused.
I am still a child of God even his word say touch not my anointing.
I've been appointed to tell you the truth about what I've been through.
If it was your time to tell your story I will sit down and listen to you.

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