Block Fugees

They were the Pras and Wyclef to my Lauryn Hill 

My best selling, hip hop moguls that shattered my feelings yet made me feel 

Hurt me physically then helped me to heal 

Show’d me what was fake so I’d know what was real 

They were the ones that stole my bike 

Lost my game boy, and punished me during snow ball fights 

They lifted my skirts, pulled my hair 

And made me kiss somebody during truth or dare 

Introduced me to drama 

I was their little hot mama 

They loved me dearly 

Hated me severely 

And pretended they couldn’t hear me 

Just to be near me 

Like Lauryn I was often caught between the group, lost 

But I held my lyrics down and still bared my cross 

And for that they held me down from the start 

Held relay races and sat in the snow just for my heart 

They hooked me up and put me down 

Show’d me what summer love was then left town 

We marco polo’d, tagged and tapped feet 

Sprayed water guns and hoses and played hide and go seek 

We scraped our knees 

Kissed under trees 

Witnessed each other bleed 

But held a bond like you wouldn’t believe 

And as we grew older things started to change 

Of course they would, nothing stays the same 

I was hated by their girls 

For holding a valuable place in their world 

Despised and love by their mothers 

For being that hot little girl amongst some others 

And for these things I love them all 

I am who I am today because their love didn’t let me fall.