"Be." (for shatyia)

She just want to be
-long.
That explained the colors she wore
the way she dressed, the way she spoke
the things she thought.
See, it started before her,
this phenom of "be-long"
some say it's in the genes
No, not her "Trues"
but her TRUTH
See this is a way of life for her.
This is all she knows
Her birth rite
Her birth mark
Her pressure grows and grows
Cause see, she just wanted to be
-loved.
Really.
Cause ain't that what it's all about
At the end of the day.
Who loves you, bay?
Cause for her, it damn sure wasn't Momma
We all know what Momma loved.
And Daddy we'll he was a statistic
the world took him away a long time ago.

And as far as she knew
she was all she had
she thought she would be
-alone
her whole life

So she seeks to be
-long
Anywhere that will take her
and take her they did.
Mind, Body, Soul
and then some
until it's nothing left.
She couldn't be
-lieve
Her life.
Mixing her wants with her needs
and henny with weed
Damn.
That shit had her gone.
Said she was mixing that
PCP with that E
her wants and her needs
that shit had her gone.
Took her higher. Higher
Than she could imagine.
Right off the ground
Past the moon
and the stars
through the clouds
and threw her on Heavens front porch.

Atleast i like to think so
Cause see, it's sad to see a homegirl
fall apart cause she can't maintain
see her crumble and crack when
things fall outta wack
When all she wanted was to be
-long
I mean be
-loved
I mean be
-long.
She just wanted to be-long.
She just wanted to be-loved.
Can't ya'll see?
But why, why couldn't she just BE?