Kept At Arms Reach

Gaining the key to her heart is complicated like solving a rubix cube

Because it has been broken and stomped on by far too many dudes 

She has trails of tears, from the painful years, flowing from her eyes 

As she inconsolably cries she is still being coveted by all of the guys


She tightly kung fu grips the wrist of one who got way too close

Almost infiltrated and invaded territory she prefers stays closed

Naked without protection as they reach for this Georgia peach 

Right hand covering her breast like a bulletproof vest on police 


Peace of mind she's trying to keep by putting them at arms reach

Even though she's depressed she still keeps her pretty face beat

Eyebrows on fleek with voluptuous lips any man would love to kiss

Free flowing curly hair with manicured nails like she's full of bliss


But it's all a mirage to try to hide all the pain that's residing inside 

The depths of which no one knows about except for her and GOD

Her spiritual guide that provides her the comfort that no man can

So Malik, Mike, Taj and Todd can all just pull back all of their hands