Back in the days they use to call him mr flex
With every **** lady he loves to have ***
Despite his scandals he plays deaf to advice
In love with worldly pleasure he never thinks twice
For about three months now and five days
A solitary brand of lifestyle became his ways
Trapped like a sick dog in a cage
Mr flex is free yet living in bandage
He walks down the street with no smile in his face
Like an alien inhabiting the wrong place
People mock him badly playing the ace
Since when is news he is infected with AIDS
Now to his family he leaves a bad taste
Lost all his friends who think he is a waste
Tired of the hate the society relates
Suicide was the only option he contemplates.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
Back in the days they use to call him mr flex
With every **** lady he loves to have ***
Despite his scandals he plays deaf to advice
In love with worldly pleasure he never thinks twice
For about three months now and five days
A solitary brand of lifestyle became his ways
Trapped like a sick dog in a cage
Mr flex is free yet living in bandage
He walks down the street with no smile in his face
Like an alien inhabiting the wrong place
People mock him badly playing the ace
Since when is news he is infected with AIDS
Now to his family he leaves a bad taste
Lost all his friends who think he is a waste
Tired of the hate the society relates
Suicide was the only option he contemplates.