So whats the point of your promise, if nothing doesn't change
Whats the point of me listening, if it's just gonna bring me pain
Your words are to the point and cut like a knife
Whats the point of me stayin, if we're just gonna fight
The point of having beauty, if you don't even knowledge it
The point of sayin i love you, you dont even seem fond to it
Im at that point, the point of no return, the edge
The point of where my angry is causing the intense pain in my head
But whats the point, you wouldn't get it, as if you even care
You can say you get my point, but your action don't swear
Im tryin hard to make you get ahead of my point, Kobe Bryant
Even if I have to get foul, as long as my words slam dunk like shots flyin
So your words cut, piss me off and get to the point, put the anger in motion
But it also build up the wall to the finishing point of my emotions