My heart went out to a woman who didn't want it/
Vulnerability, hopes, & dreams are what i fronted/
Call it a bad investment/ for my heart crashed like the stock maket/
Hit rock bottom the day the woman i loved departed/
Why does love have to be so complicated?
Never looked for love out of all the women I've dated/
Fornicated/ never appreciated/ the love that might have waited/
So here I stand/ with my heart in my hand/
Hoping one day to give it away again.
But I'm bag homie/ as Erykah Badu has desribed/
Four lil' roadies/ my kids/ two bags on each side/
No reason to hide/ three baby mamas/ we're almost a tribe!/
Alas, there's no we/ just my kids and me/ i wonder if love can actually be/
If not/ my heart/ I'll just keep it/
Share it with whom I meet/
Or it'll just be the world's best kept secret.