Lots of people get to preaching.
Always watching others, gossiping
trolls they be leaching.
Feeding on a nigga.
Questions my efforts to spend hard working dollars figures.
If I cared about your feelings,
I would've attempted to get witcha.
99 percent of friends have boobs, rocking tattoos.
Only couple of them I probably got a glimpse of them in the nude....
Word on the street i'm fucking them all, be discreet,
when im home lonely typing this shit I don't ever hear a peep.
Tired of the sheep.
Where the fucking wolves?
Where's the I do me, fuck others attitudes.
Throw them fucking punches, and you never see a bruise.
I rarely know the efforts that is going on with another dude.
Nigga's now bitches over compensating the shrinkage in their britches.
Jealous tendencies, while speaking seem to be envious.
Like Miley Cyrus twerking,
your embarrassment seem to be endless.
If you're feeling some type of way,
i'm glad you already resent this.
It's ok ladies.
All you frank oceans, quickly claiming Pac.
Huddling in circles, jacking each other off in the fucking parking lot.
It's time to stop.
Pull up those pants, we already know you're ass
that dog shit we step in walking through the grass.
I just laugh.
Real women see it as well.
Shaking their heads, they can't tell.
Why is it hard to find a man connected to a good penis,
screaming oh hell.
Don't know what to tell you friends.
Popping babies out and relationships already met the end.
Now you're raising a couple kids,
barely a house for them to play in.
Baby daddies calling, tricking for pussy.
Never a second asking how the kids are doing.
You have to bring it up.
Baby needs diapers, why you're not pursing?
Being a father, instead out there cruising.
Can't spend time with your child,
who you fucking now,
taking her out, while your baby over here losing.
But im gonna make him a winner.
Over the phone arguing with you,
just because I asked for daycare money while making dinner.
None of us saints but wont continue to be the sinner.
Bringing out that bitch in ya.
Going homicidal, nigga don't make me be the one to end ya.
These be the conversations they and I tend to have.
That's never even the half
Life is funny yet sad.
I feel for my ladies and its crazy,
I know I can't speak much.
My years are just full of fucks.
Hotels and relationships, I broke up.
Friendships that went nuts.
Almonds, crushed
thrown away,
never feeling like to say so what.
Missing the moments of touch.
But it was never enough they wanted more and I wouldn't give.
Moving on to better things, they had to live.
I just have to build the life I need,
not following normal blueprints
figuring it my way its how I will succeed.
I have friends that I will die for,
so I have plenty of love
and a mother forever caring,
she's an angel from above.
But at times I need a hug
Other times just a fuck.
Other times just your time to let me smile, times are rough.
So always flirting with that single life.
They say that's not being right.
Plenty of women wanting,
looking for me to be the wings for flight.
Plenty of women I would want but,
too many female friends I care for right?
So many hesitating.
Doesn't mean i'm the one they will like.
Took me time but i'm good with the mirror.
Not fully fond with the looks,
but more than the cover
take the time to read the book.
Then those many things you seem to overlook,
come to the forefront
as I steal your heart,
screaming i'm nothing but a crook.
Call 911, but you wont because you love it.
Time with me feels enormous.
In our nest, were are the hornets.
Swarming protect what we have,
let our love be so gorgeous.
So who out there interested in lil ol me?
Who be out there thinking about getting with me?
Who out there hoping they be the woman I want to see?
Can't tell who has their hands raised, guessing...
...NO...
...BOD...
...DEE!
