Friday, May 28, 2010

Jealous

He that is not jealous is not in love. ~St. Augustine

Maybe I have a temper,
Maybe I’m always mad
But I can’t help the fire
That burns me deep inside

Maybe I’m a little Jealous
Maybe I’m just being a man
I know you aint my territory
But that nigga is pissing in my land

Maybe I aint the sharpest tool
But baby im not blind
I see the way he looks at you
& things start running on my mind

Maybe hes just a friend to you
Maybe you can’t see
That way he looks at you
When you say you’re in love with me

Maybe I struggle to be cool
Maybe I can’t be his friend
But can you tell me what’s up
With the fucking flowers he sends?

Maybe I’m somewhat insecure
Maybe I agree
But how do you call him Papi
When that’s the shit you call me

Maybe I overreacted
Maybe I took a chance
But I gave that nigga a warning
3 times in advance

Maybe I should be sorry
But baby I am not
I can get very primal
Protecting what I got

Maybe I intimidate him
Maybe I’m stuck in my ways
But the closer he is to you
The farther I’m pushed away