Flattery

why do you ask so much of me
Like knowing my life, is an impending emergency
i answer your Rolodex filled with questions
one after the other, you hit me with the next one
why pretend like your interested in my "entire"
when in reality your more interested in conquering the "empire"
i understand i shouldn't prejudge
but, come on, when your built like me and hear constant reference to your body
not letting your walls down is a must
there will always be those
that want to impose
try to pull the wool over my eyes
well guess what my hands can still feel through your disguise
book smarts aren't whats needed
its the street smarts my family supplied that keep me from emotionally bleeding
my shield isn't impenetrable
its only meant to be shattered by the person who breaks it with the key
not by a fuse lit by force followed by dynamite ready to explode
don't insult me
by trying to remove my clothes with mindless flattery