Escape to a place where the collection of my thoughts are placed Gray matter leading to a ladder or not cuz I'm in a shell Mysterious rebel against what I may think is right Maybe I'll float in a vast ocean and be right I can't seem to bond with the same *** so I jus lean towards what is best Alas young mama cuz you were always looking for a sista not a brotha or Mista See I always had male friends Made me Tom boyish to make some amends But recently I was hit my storm Met a group of women who don't make me feel forlorn Horns to what may seem devilish Metalish...nah that's not them I can't actually be myself around them My girlfriends No judgement No jury Jus bein me Now I see I can actually have girlfriends after all these years Ginuine friendship...kinship Cat fights...nah Cuz we too pretty and classy for that NBU brought us together How can such a horrible place lead to friendships amazing grace Girlfriends...