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Apr 2015
By: Cedric McClester

Call it a reflection
On how I feel for you
I don’t wear protection
You know how I do
Foolish as that may be
When I’m deep inside
I don’t wanna pull out
And seldom have I tried

Ya see the consequences
Rarely come to mind
And maybe that explains
Why you’ll also find
I don’t think I’m ready
For instant fatherhood
Even though I say I am
I question if I should

When you bring me to the point
My face looks like I’m prayin
Don’t hold me responsible
For the things that I be sayin
In the heat of the moment
I might ask you to have my baby
But if that were to happen
I’d want you to save me

That says more about me
Than it does about you
But if you had a baby
I don’t know what I'd do
I don’t think I’m ready
For that responsibility
And if that were to happen
I don’t know what you would see

When you bring me to the point
My face looks like I’m prayin
Don’t hold me responsible
For the things that I be sayin
In the heat of the moment
I might ask you to have my baby
But if that were to happen
I’d want you to save me

Ya see the consequences
Rarely come to mind
And maybe that explains
Why you’ll also find
I don’t think I’m ready
For instant fatherhood
Even though I say I am
I question if I should



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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