oh just who the fuck I am to you that I fantasize a routine that I realize to understand I'm looking in the mirror reminiscing thinking of you and wondering who the fuck I am to you are maybe it's just me and Mary having memories of the times I once considered being with you but the thought I'm just a gangsta my feelings keep me interrupted corrected by decision analyzing how thoughtful and illustrated I'm meditating its my vision its just so happens I spill with my filling over you. when I look in the mirror my eyes staring at you that when I begin to ask myself was I the one to bare my intention and insure the willing whats true asking over again if I'm not your lover if I'm not your friend tell Baby who the fuck I am.. this really not an dream this shit true and that you do know we're hood and it's hard to let shit go because the good time ain't gonna last long we all out here we chasing someone whether they right are wrong it's when things considered to think about we at our ourselves own state of mind sophisticated that are on top of my mind just a short moment I'm participating memories I'm not lying wanting you at this time so when I see you it's due time confessing to myself should I continue asking what's the possibility at this time. if I'm not your loverif I'm not your friend tell me Baby who the fuck I am. well action speaks louder than words hope asking be heard when chilling sipping contemplating the truth when it's nothing else to do but to think of getting with you a 21 question interview my future assured thou I'm found with you. I know my heart so many identity I feel my decision I choose are giving many reasons Gangsta here for you will always have for you puzzle of the situation asking over if I'm not your lover if I'm not your friend tell me Baby who the fuck I am.