Is It In My Possession?

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Why..why is that I can’t get your attention,
If you’re the teacher,
And I’m the student,
Then I’m raising my hand,
Just looking for an opportunity,

 

Baby,
I mean miss,
Independent,
Like that Ne-yo song,
I already know you don’t need no man,
You probably talking on twitter how they need to be disposed of,
Find there path to the nearest dumpster,

 

And you know what,
That’s, that’s ok,
Most of these niggas ain’t shit anyway,
Just..don’t point me in the same direction,

 

You not even giving me the time of day,
Can’t look at your wristwatch,
3pm middle of the afternoon I’m thinking about you,
You know, grown man shit,
You don’t only cross my mind in the middle of night,

 

Wait,

 

Do I?
Do I have your attention now?

 

Is it?
Is it in my possession now?

 

If so, I don’t plan to turn it over like a bad point guard,
Call me Cp3 the way I could assist you to achieving what you believe in,
If you want to go from Los Angeles to Houston we could takeoff like a rocket,
Or we can just stay in the current state, my current state of mind is on you…

 

You see, what I’m trying to say is,
I’m down to ride for you,
You just have to open the car door,
And I know other men have hurt you in the past,
No matter what, you just can’t be blind to that,
But I’m just asking you to try, to try and look past those days,

 

Give me an opportunity,
Give me a trial period like tidal,
Then decide if you want to continue to listen to me,
Continue to listen to my words,
Continue to listen to this poetry,
Continue to listen to a man willing to express his emotions,
Miss independent..
I mean..
Baby,
I..just..want..your attention.

 

– Kenny Rhymes

 

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