You can't expect me to accept the fact you want me to "hold my position" while you run your plays

I'm a starter baby, maybe you in the minor leagues, I never warmed the bench in all of my days

I sat back and allowed you freedom to roam, gave you limits without limits and you have the audacity to ask, "Baby be patient with me..."

Nigga?!?! DAMN!!, what you think I've been doin this entire time, you do realize time transpires and flees

I've watched you long enough to realize, rationalize and understand your empty ass words

I don't know what what is more pathetic you or your tired ass lines and the bullshit belief you put into them when you KNOW it's absurd

Talking bout you want a down as bitch, one who who can handle the lifestyle

To be honest, the lifestyle doesn't constantly include shittin' on the ones you love now that shit is wild!

Always held you down even when I disagreed

Shit I did the ultimate no no, placed you above me

I gave you that title freely, I can't lie I did and I never questioned it at first

But the more times I hear you say, "Baby please..." it's getting worse and on my nerves

I gotta deal with the demons you little head create

I gotta clean up the mess that the little bastard makes

Not only do I deal with that shit I gotta deal with the outsiders looking in

Cause no one knows what goes on behind out doors, yet someone always offerin'

Ill hearted shit not truly concerned for the well being of you or I

But yet we let the outsiders into our sanctuary to destory it, we end up at each others throat, why?

You can't expect me to "play my position" while you take your leisure and time to decide

I deserve more than what you're giving me, how much longer you expect me to let you slide?

You think, no I kno, you're playing this as a game, as if the situation is not at all all serious

And the more I think about the shit I've taken the emotional overload got me delirious

From hood rat bitches playing on the phone

To stalker chicks thta won't stop dick riding riding and let you alone

From the call of the streets and how "the hood" just loves you and can't let go

How your home boys and cousins and shit gotta "make some moves" you've showed me the door

Because you kept saying, "Baby be patient with me..." I held tight to my position

But I shoulda known fuckin betta when I ignored my intuition

I gave you too much of me and left nothing for myself

I thought the love you had for me would replace what I gave, but still I have nothing left

This isn't the NFL or NBA, hell it ain't even the NCAA or the SEC

This is real fucking life and what you fail to understand is time is a precious commodity

I ain't no fucking defensive end, quarter back, line backer, tight end or punter

I ain't no point gaurd, shooting guard, center, power forward or or a fucking small forward but I wonder

How long you expect me to "play my position" when you can't even coach the fucking game right when you're being fed all the game winning plays?

Man, fuck it, I'm so far from done... like I said

I'm a starter baby, maybe you will never get drafted into the pro's in all of YOUR days!!!