Worth PT1

Call yourself a stand-up nigga..
How the hell you figure?
You sit down to aim...
How lame?
This dude gotta history
Of acting so insecurely
Swinging on females...
Man I'll spare you the details..
Haters gonna say I'm man bashing....
Shit ill answer questions to anyone who is asking....
Masking
Pain...she prolly is searching for daddy...
Someone who will love her...
Put none above her..
Had those situations...let's call him 'Uncle' Chester...
Would have their way and molest her...
Damaged goods...
Feels why would
Any regular dude
Be in the mood...
To deal with someone with her past...
How long will these thoughts last?
Often times
These characters cross lines...
Intermingle
This girl is no longer single...
He can't deal with her issues
So his words become tinged with verbal abuse
Another miscue
Her will has become weak
She no longer seeks..
Love...she just goes thru the motions..
Hoping..
This is enough...
Settling for a guy who just talks tough...
Round the edges are so rough...
He cheats...but takes care of home...
Accepts it because she can't handle to be alone.....
Doesn't stand up for herself....
Inside she's just dying for help...
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Contradictions

Fact or fiction...
Sometimes we act like a fucking contradiction...
As if we still going thru segregation...
Sometimes it seems we can't even love ourselves...
What the hell...
Like Black pride was just talk...and its packed up nicely on the shelves...
Actions reminiscent of Twitter...
Y'all a bunch of followers....damn right I'm bitter..
I said I wanted to uplift people....I will cuz I'm not a quitter....
Got fools hell bent
Of living lives that's irrelevant
The grave they can't circumvent
Babies having babies...
And let's not talk bout these so called ladies...
Actions that be shady...
In fact they be the reasons niggas get to bleeding..
Being conniving and deceiving...
Then we have these fake ass prophets like Bishop Eddie Long
Perpin' singing that woe is me song...
Dirty dick worthless man...correct me if I'm wrong...
Why settle if you're innocent?
Damn where are our leaders?
That can turn the youth into believers?
We listen to their movies...quote their lyrics...
With their fame...what do they do with it?
Nothing...zip...zilch...
A fake I'm gonna give back pretense..
Please take offense....cuz there is no defense
For turning your back....
In fact
Excuses
Have been rendered useless..
Let's not be foolish...
You can only help those who are willing
To change...but I gotta feeling...
If they think their idols care...they might
Start to put up a fight...
Try to make things right.....
But then again.............
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ReBirth of Slick

Tongue twist...
On that flip shit....
Get in her drawers quick....
Unprotected dip stick...
Kissing her dreams
Filling up her fragile esteem...
Seeing is believing...
Fucking up her sanities....
Hand always in her panties....
Outcast by her family...
Cuz they don't approve of a nigga like you...
Oh so true...
If her brothers actually knew
The damage you'd do..
Your life would be thru....


Judging niggas by the size of their dicks...
Dumb shit....
Unprotected dip stick....
As if
This nigga pipe you right...
You gonna be set for life...
How trife...
Worrying bout what this idiot has in his pockets..
Not concerned with the ways in which he got it....
You and the family not on speaking terms...
They tryna hip you to the game...but it seems you ain't willing to learn...


She lost herself nowhere to be found....
Merry go round...and round...
Spin cycle....
3rd month no menstrual cycle....
She brings news to him with such glee...
Blind sided when he blurts out.."Hell no shorty that ain't me"
This was straight pussy....
Get out your feelings, no need to get mushy...


See hun you got it twisted...
Point was dropped...obviously you missed it...
Regarded him as 'a good man' for too long...
Even though 2 wrongs
Don't make it right..
Child, you lost sight..
Of your worth....busting it open for Prada....
Look at you now...don't have nada
To show for it...
And you know it....


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Motivation

I believe imma have you climaxin'
Can't you tell by the way ur body reactin'
Motivation
Feel that tingling sensation
Creeping up your spine
Just wanna make you mine
The way you bite me
Just excites me
Damn face sittin...
We just gettin
Started
Favorite part it
So passionate....
Sweat....
Lust,,,
Anticipation....
Tongue tracing curves....
Parting lips....
Caressing your body with my fingertips....
Ripping off clothes...
Moans....
Of ecstasy
Whispering Honey do...
Anything and everything you wanna do...
Tongue in cheek...
So to speak....
As your body....leaks....
Intense feelings...
As our bodies hit the ceiling....
Two sets of hands..
I mean damn.....
Just motivating...
Appetites captivating
Us....
Combustible....no slowing down....
I wanna feel you bust..
Explode...
Go...go...go...go...
Motivation......
Bodies interlocked....
As if we are shocked
We took it there....
Don't think we're done...you're not going anywhere....

Doing Me

So sick of situations....
Shit, why do I have to be the one avoiding temptation?
Staying on the straight and narrow...
And all I have to show for it is anguish and sorrow....
Nothing to lend....nothing to borrow...
Constant stream of depression...
Apparently haven't already learned the lesson...
Steady stressin'
Second guessin'
So numb
Can anyone feel where I'm coming from?
Bright flame have I been extinguished?
For this life I've never wished...
I thought I was doing this life shit...
Writing shit...
The point...I guess yall missed it...
This poetry ish used to fill me up...now I'm empty so hollow
As if I'm at The Apollo..
Have no ides of what constant rejection will do to ya...
Save that amen and your bs hallelujah
Seems my humility
Has been mired foolishly...
Liked broadband no connectivity
My body of work collectively
Is trash!
So my subconscious consciously made a mad dash...
Used to be so concerned with living right...
Now I don't give a damn...whether wrong or right
Screw opinions....outta mind outta sight...
Finally now I see the light..
Can't produce perfection
But I can take this writing thing in any direction...
No blurred perception...
Having morals with be the death of me...
Don't flip flop...won't change positions see...
There's only one way I know how to be
Not what these fakes depict me to be

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Dancing Thoughts in My Head

The swivel of her hips...
As she dips....
Body is speaking to me....I'm listening
Smooth skin is glistening...
Her moves...
So smooth...
All I could do is stare....
Ask for a dance.....I don't dare...
Sensual moves...
Can tell she really feeling that groove...
I try to camouflage my interest
Anything that would suggest
That the rapid beating in my chest
Is how she breaks it down....
Down....
Down......
Thoughts running round....
Studying her curves...
Hit me with that certain urge...
The swivel of her hips...
As she dips...
Sexy lips....
Enticing eyes...
I visualize
Hands on mine...
Slow winding...
Grinding.....
Hands on thighs....
Straight mesmerized......
The swivel of her hips...
As she dips...
Breath taking kiss.....
They are playing her song....
Nothing can go wrong.....
The swivel of her hips...
As she dips...

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