A Little Minded TLC

How the hayell

Does she sit on the couch

Of life

Watching Nancy Grace

Dr. Phil

Mo'Nique

You know the drill...



With a dying soul

Sitting on her couch

Nearly at her feet

Like the dog that's barking

At her heels



Leaving to the four winds

A woman that you

Once called a friend, fool.

You parked it in the streets



While you wrapped the dog

In your arms

Though it needed no love

Only food

That's why it's beggin'

What is is beggin' for

And I asked you for nothing more.

Than a friend indeed. In need.



How do a beatch

That crawls on all fours

Warm a cur with fur



Whilst her own friend

One of her own kind

Sits in the cold

Without so much as a borrowed coat

Or a dog's fur

To keep her warm?



How do you throw away a friend

And hold a bitch in your arms?