My father of lust
Walking in sin like a plague.
Generation to generations,
Tasting different flavors of women as if they were like candy.
Lick one, bite one, crush another, **** another, wrap up your favorite
one back in that wrapper
to save for later.
Spreading your seeds without protection
across the nations,
populating the land like wildfire .

Papa is a freaky rollin’ stone.
An inheritance of your gift
being the middle child,
banking on hope I can even control these urges.
Self-discipline / Self-love of respect
for myself
by myself.
I’m just trying to navigate my way on the right path
yet, I find myself almost lost
falling in a pool pit of ****** tension

How much more challenging for black man, himself?

Just like my father,
Like father like son
Just like his sins
Like father like son
Just like just cause
Like father like son

I’m the man now trying to change