Pimped (A Cappella)

I been yo hoe this whole time Moving my mouth on your command Erasing all that is logic to make space for the way you want me to think Making the bed the way you like it just to Sleep without the man bragging that I want him to be here That doesn't want to be here Where you've pillow talked with pride in your position While I cuddle the prestige in the illusion of your protection while you began your quest to drain me Drain me for the juices that fill my mind Eating all that's left and licking clean the sides Making me pay for your presence But be proud of what you've done Sending me out into the world under your name Do things for my distraction and your personal gain Let me soak in bitterness for your peace in power And change the taste to your favorite koolaid Loose all that is me to become an example of stupid in line to receive but a peace of you But be proud of what you are A professional conversationalist The master of manipulation himself Convince me to give you things I've never had Not knowing why I'm seeking this approval Give my body criticism as if I can take it As if my body hasn't been submitted to everybody that's able to say I'm in love with you As if my body doesn't jump For everybody but me but it's my body? In this temple I have attempted to organize for the clatter in your character I have seen things Songs wrote and stored in files labeled "Naw that might hurt him" Bookshelf's on "how to make him feel manly" And memories made and forgotten beside me as your mind changed about me I saw me drowsy and doubting that I needed to rest to press harder when you asked for deep tissue Hoping somehow the pressure in you Smoothens out to a person not so fucking angry Blaming myself for your lack of self-awareness and satisfaction Feeding your pride with my submission Revising your lines in my mind Writing them like they are mine so I can obey without feeling obedient Hoping to feel love but all I feel is like a hoe Fucked on and finessed