Keepin It 100 By Khari D. Hawke So many out there tryna see Scope around looking for the other 50 Well, I plan to testify or maybe just specify Why I am in no way, shape or form, broken into pieces. Keep it real, sistahs! Keep it real, niggas! You were born with two eyes and two feet. So don’t go around lookin’ for the other 50.  See, I am one hundred. Full and complete.  Not necessarily looking for the other half of me Rather for another 50/50 split like me. One who’s 50% boastful, 50% shy. 50% goofy, 50% fly. 50% Hip-hop Bandit, 50% afro centric.  50% intuitive, 50% Kool Aid kid. 50% sexy, 50% homely. 50% lovely, 50% loving me. See I keep it 100. Keep it real.  So there is no void to fill.  Though my desires want someone here Being alone, I’m learning not to fear. ‘Cause there could never be “we” If there is no me. So I testify my truths Put these to use  Rappers make this lyrical Sistahs, wrap your weave with this material ‘Cause this boys words are sick. Let what is love come first within And then it will be true As long as this love starts first within you.