Dehydrant


Yeah I'm thirsty as hell for conversation,
And I don't want it to be a virtual simulation,
Or a fifteen hundred dollar sexdoll....
"Yeah I like *** and all"
I try to keep one goal in mind when it comes to women,
"**** her and keep it goin until you have some children."
I saw the loss of children,
I've seen the terror of time,
I've seen the absence of my self when I'm present in the midst of crime.
I'm guessing it's a crime not to...communicate?
Asking her,
"Why don't you pick up the phone?"
Or "why did you leave me alone?"

I've learned this...
Never be sorry to a woman,
Sorry is for a man who's plate is at the bottom back of a car,
He tries to eat off the plate while she's driving away.
Needless to say,
He let his woman have her own way,
And the wickedness of a woman goes beyond a wicked way.
It goes beyond all the abortions,
These wicked women choose to have every single day.
My heart be thumpin,
The worst place for a king to be born is in the womb of a black woman...

But black lives matter?
And a "strong" black woman is leading the protest,
"I love my black people but sorry, I believe in aborting my black child."
So is sorry for the sorrowful?
No, sorry is for suckers,
We as men,
We will no longer be suckers for love.

Apologize when necessary,
And if she's still mad,
Strip her naked and lick her up and down.

It's that easy, don't be a sorry *****. Be a man who's sorrowful
To the breaking of your principles,
But never let her catch you with your head down,
You're a king not a clown,
More dignity than foolish pride.

Don't get dehydrated looking for love,
Just be thirsty looking to ****,
Why?
Because one comes (****) faster than the other.
And only a man will realize which one he wants to happen,
Like faking a left and landing the right hook,
"I gotchu now *****."
Now imma say and switch...

Dear Mom,

I've seen tears of joy trapped in amazement,
And a crazy *****, yet a genius woman locked in a basement,
I know you don't like me using rude language when I talk to you,
But that's how I express myself,
And next time I see you,
I don't wanna feel like I have to
Drag you out your room just to talk to you.
I know you enjoy your drugs
But,
I don't think it was even one time,
We gave each other that mother and son hug.

It's like,
I know we didn't forget it,
So maybe it was that thing that we needed to ignore for that one time.

You was high,
And I was mad,
And you just stayed in your room mostly.
You kept askin me for money,
And you knew I couldn't really do nothin,
But I bought some food for the crib,
So we could live off of that til I left,
I'd like you to know that I did my best,
And yet I still could do better.
And you, mother,
Are still under the weather,
I don't want anybody to ask how you're doin and I'll say "good"
But in my mind, "still trying to
Forget her."
I'll tell you what,
Trying to bloom I've been spoiled with family pictures you tried to destroy and let
Burn forever,
I screamed, "No mah, don't throw them away!"
But you got a fistful of earwax,
And I can not throw away
Trouble and shame,
I can't say, that you're one to blame anymore,
I wanna bring all of your pains to the floor,
And I'd prefer it while your sitting sober,
Looking at life like this is all over,
But I'm still thirsty for love,
And life is still so hungry to judge,
You pray to the God above,
But you just still don't give a ****...

Still trying to understand where real love lies,
Because I know this fake life is only for rent,
The real world is perfect and now,
Your time is spent...

And the body you needed to take care of will shorty be sent away,
Because you subsided,
And left your sanity away.