I CHOOSE YOU. - Tobe Nwigwe

Ouu

Ouu, I choose you

I choose you

Ouu, I choose you

I choose you

Ouu, I choose you

Through sickness and health, my dear

I choose you

Ouu, I choose you

For better or worse, my dear

I choose you

Look, my biggest problem is

I don’t believe the concept of in-love

In college I was with Whitni, when she kissed me

I felt then the heavens had descended upon me

So strongly, I was wrong, b

She came from the Big Apple, wrong tree

I kinda sometimes feel like that was God perfecting me

I got with Fat and low-key

She changed the trajectory of my vision

Supernatural circumcision from selfish ways, I’m on a mission

But it be a lie if I said I never felt this way;

I have before

But this love thing just ain’t no grab-and-go

You have to pour everything inside out pray it don’t hit the flo

Simple as that

This ain’t just rap, this ain’t fictional

They made dodie medicinal and make love seem conditional

But it ain’t though;

really, it’s perfection

Even if it’s like Anthony Hamilton’s beard

And come through in sections

The lesson, better yet the blessing is the fact that it’s a choice

Perception in the wrong direction has the power

To destroy your essence

Check yo reflection make sure that it’s cool

For your protection learn yourself before you learn in school

That you inadequate truthfully

I’m an advocate for these savages

Chasing these objects that be inanimate

I wish that I could give them something way more tangible

It’s hard to get yo gift from God when both yo hands is full

With all yo pettiness acting Ed Edd and Eddyish

Lack of umbrellas always make rain drops fall down the heaviest

Look, stand under something then

Hopefully it’ll help you understand that everybody black on the inside like

Folgers cans

Keep yo composure be careful how you approach a man

Pigs can’t smell the odor of slop to know they grosser than…

Most people;

but ain’t no one picture perfect on easels

Don’t hate nobody, be godly, swear that poison is lethal

My cousin got out, got locked back up;

that boy on a sequel

That penal system got his penile gland smothered in fecal…

Matter, I’m still squashing all the chatter, though

Them thotties try me, I dodge that bull like a matador

Far as the baddest go, my quota way past the status quo

That’s why Fat got my heart in the end like a Navajo

Or Arapaho, I got nasty flow

Tell wack rappers, take a back seat;

I’m they chaperone

From the back straight to the trash that’s where they have to go

No cooning no metro I’m boomin till my casket close

I should rap some more, but I have to go

RIP Ali but I’m feeling like Cassius though

Rope-a-dope then go for broke like hook and laterals

Holy mackerel, my flow should be international

Ouu

I choose you

Through sickness and health, my dear

I choose you

Ouu, I choose you

For better or worse, my dear

I choose you