In 2013, I feel shame that my sisters straight attracted to a brother because at nearly 23 I am kid-free...
As in it comes at no shock I keep it old school, I am no fool.
I keeps it tight hat on straight all night. With a business plan and a limitless ambition I am a black male on a mission.
M.O.B! and no disrespect to the ladies, but the phrase is in reference to the realization that I’m working like a dog. Obedient to my goals and keeping One man as owner, God, my best friend.
Fresh as my wingman and never less than perfect with the set up...Fed up these ladies are with the same, till I give them my usual name, and conversations that spark their brain, and give the heart a change.
You want to feel me, but afraid of another, fear that I’ll be every other brother. Giving out a taste of young wisdom in poetic terms, metaphors skim light like the epiderm...is it fair that you ask to stroke my ego as my equal, when I’d rather stroke your mind till your lips queef...words of disbelief...
In the recognition of your lonesome, you want me wholesome.
In a high tone you scream you want to hold my life seed and I took heed to my mamas word. These females leave you stuck like mud. Beauty is a blinder and lust is like opium in bud.
Ironically I don’t do drugs, and though my hands dirty I stay fresh as a stud.
It is not my due blessing to get caught in that cycle, Never blinded by the beautiful psychos, a good shot at life so never misfiring the rifle.
It seems I'm trying to teach, they yell preach! but why bother?
In a lesson so many have forgotten,
[I need to become a Man before I ever become a father.]
Ty The DON.
