#macho
teenager dreams, my friend's last sentences
we spraypainted the buildings in our hood
we lived this live, tryin to talk like legends
we didn't see an end anywhere, first we invaded streets
and then we gobbled down the city, if they were comin'
we beat em up, every baba that i construct
creates memories like the dawn of my childhood
fakers, jason warriors, half a kid, investment banker,
tremendous windows, art nouveau, and statues
statutes and club guidelines, rich business men
who bled to death in the rain, in front of their mansions
but i just took pictures, afterwards i chilled
there was no future for me, merely rappin provided a shelter
so i chained up my rage, but now i don't have to hide
i'm a giant-sized male and i endure feminists
as long as they never try to convince me of "values"
i'm a giant-sized male, mostly wicked and rotten
you got the palm in the back, catch 500 rocks, jason
into the p***y of queshaana, my name be tizzop
i am so true, find my face on dollar bills
and in downtown miami, where i'm shining with the sun
in order to negate a female's approach, just a pun?
i am macho like the rhymes, take you to the cinema
that much fun and a few nachos are enuff
to baste you with s***m, i got a hammer *****
and hammer nails like a banger, kiddo: set sail
everything been done, and we're flying to venice
fortunately, the beard is gone, gonna meet perla
straight into the face, always for the big splash,
they are just basslines, when i'm stressed out and
hand out codeine like jason to strangers
why you stressed out? i am styling myself walking
smoke during the videocall, like a chimney
fly over the curb, one hundred miles
hunting down the traitor, his name be freddy
but i scented that liar, ****** him good like a big daddy
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
Men come easy but few dear get closer extracting beauty
from my beast.
Men often ask me how come I chose to be unmarried for so long why so cellective
I tell them most men do the same mistake they are attracted to my light smily eyes and cute plump femenine shape and never fail to see me as tishue paper meat to satiate some pure carnal need most disregard my pristine womanly motherly wifely
innate nature my spirit soul
i am not just a mule who anyman can mount harness lead walk and run mounted onto without accountability
nor to fill mans grassy other needing wear without genuine commitment to then just leave my heart behind used broken having lost time effort physical inand mental piece of mind
Many other women in this city this country are just a body to be used "no strings attached!." in other words "no love" nor loving commited relationship intended!
I can't for the life of me sucumb to such shallow tribial macho pass time
diseases can become
a lifetime burden
I am not willing to drag with me stds as companions.
Solitude is my bittersweet virtue my passion is my physical and mental health my family and writing primordial to staying alife family matters most to me.
not competing with other women for a user male in trivial heat
like dogs in hormonal instinctual ****** vices bluntly said;
I am no ***** for no dog in heat. Naturally I was open to reign Queen for one King of hearts only once upon a time knowing charm grace in his kingdom beauty-rest mattress-master bedroom, the utter boredom of married life, respectability the old folks the exquizite blessed joy of precious children to cherish protect and adore but those don't exist in my
late neighborhoods they call single mothers strugling alone like i did"disfunctional family, without a father figure!"
but no father was better to my kids existed certainly not the seeder sadist psychoath poisoner greek human trafficant nor second one ******* user impotent who couldn't control his forced emissions wasn't better then my Motherly Kali's instincts my single protective motherhood was best.
I was better father-Mom in my daughters case.
the worst city for love and marriage to last on earth or
to raise children who won't treasure single divorced motherhood sacrifices is here Hollywood California.
Better is Houston Kemah Texas in USA England, Ireland India owning family values good marriages non greedy men children grow up better there because school friends
are rooted healthier at home
respecting family bonds
unity unbreakable is the key.
"A house divided by itself cannot stand, it will utterlly be destroyed says "The holy book" and its true in my world.
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By: Karijinbba
All rights reserved
{Revised again 06/11/19}
thanks for reading
liking, loving
or just flying by over
my field of dreams
lovely butterflies
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Who is a real man?
A man with a hard rock body,
Can hold his liquor without puking,
Has many ****** encounters,
Lots of money,
Wins many fights,
Muscular with ten packs.
No!
A real man seeks knowledge for himself and his family's betterness,
He is focused,
Stays away from glitz and glamour.
He is gentle but firm,
Does not holler to get his point,
Is not a punk.
He is a family man,
Makes time for his family,
Brings up his children to be upright human beings.
Keeps his promises,
He is trustworthy,
Does not break deals,
Pays his debts,
Is upfront and honest.
Respects all women,
Doesn't leer with lust at women,
Stays faithful to his wife,
Treats women with respect.
Keeps his house in order,
He does chores around the house,
Helps with dishes,laundry and ironing,
Cooks sometimes.
Pays his bills on time
Handles his own money,
Doesn't go looking for hangouts,
Or depend on his wife or parents.
Works his tail to earn a decent income,
Budgets his money and saves,
Gives to charity and good causes.
Does not whine or complain,
Solves his own problems,
In my opinion that's a real man.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Everybody remembers, that scene from Animal House
guy in the stairway, bad poetry, a lowdown skeevy louse
good thing John was there, to **** that guy's guitar
so that in the end, with the ladies, he didn't get too far
Animal House, of course, who could forget, one of the greatest classic comedies...
Portraying shallow girls, frat boys wars and misfits throwing toga parties.
It used to be, it was something, most virile macho's hid
bending words to feminine ears, throwing down, a risqué bid
today is a different world, the metro-sexual revolution
feelings held high and revered, as a testosterone, solution
What use to be, and what is, may not be all that different
Except in one's perception, **** was the dumb blonde, or women playing ignorant.
Not gonna argue right or wrong, I'm just not that judgmental
beat the drum, and bang the gong, the bad boy, still essential
but, the ladies of today are superior and super intellectual
not the shallow yesterday, and with appetites, perpetual
Women have always been intellectual just not always on display.
Now you see the beauty of our freedom, "superior" who's to say?
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC
Why were the men of old wrong?
were they ignorant
No! what did they do that was different?
Nothing. Customs ah yes Customs.
What was is not, here is now, okay
i live here, if i lived there
Nothing would stop me from protecting
My woman. Nothing would stop me
Now. Nothing. I live here and there
i like it.
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 3:15 PM UTC
march forward my friend
in a world you do not understand
you are not the only one
march forward
your blind, in pain, confused
it's happened before
march forward, you hear the cry
of a child, a man, a woman
many hear the sound
a thousand years ago
a thousand years hence
march forward
pick up your *****
and march forward
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
We were supposed to be stoics
Standing tall and stiff as boards
Working hard till the shift is done
And don’t let anyone
See us weak
See the tremor when we speak
See the droplet form
See the weight of life
Shake us till we cry
We were supposed to be tough
But when friends die
When our children cry
When loved ones leave
We cannot always be
That ******* macho
A man could use a hug
A man could use a kind word
Sometimes we need a tissue
For each issue that makes you break
Takes a stake to your heart
Crushes us, crashing through to
The fragile being inside
The macho man can break
Just as easy as any mother
Baby brother, little sister, or other
After all we are only human
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
I’m not big enough
I’m not strong enough
It isn’t wide enough
It isn’t long enough.
I’ve hear them all
You are not the first.
Not the best and certainly
You are not the worst.
Princess Tiny Meat
That surely is me.
As uninteresting
As a guy can be.
No fun in bed, but
How would they know?
They take one look
And away they go.
I’m not rich enough
Car’s not worth enough.
I live in the wrong place
No work done on my face.
Don’t know the right folks.
Don’t know the right jokes.
Don’t know the right dances.
Not worth taking chances.
Princess Tiny Meat
That surely is me.
As uninteresting
As a guy can be.
No fun in bed, but
How would they know?
They take one look
And away they go.
Not butch enough, yet
Who cares about that?
What matters in their soul
Is a big one for their hole.
It must be a big opening
That keeps them hoping
For an arm-sized toy
For such a fixated boy.
Princess Tiny Meat
That surely is me.
As uninteresting
As a guy can be.
No fun in bed, but
How would they know?
They take one look
And away they go.
There must be no talking;
Nothing but constant poking
Will satisfy the size-slut.
Nothing matters but their ****
No exchange of ideas or
Hobbies they can explore.
There is only getting laid.
And the conquests they made.
Princess Tiny Meat
That surely is me.
As uninteresting
As a guy can be.
No fun in bed, but
How would they know?
They take one look
And away they go.
It doesn’t take long to see
Where the gems can be
Among a sea of phonies
And disco show-ponies.
So, I tell them right away
There’s no bologna here today.
It runs off the size-queens
And leaves human beings.
Princess Tiny Meat
That surely is me.
As uninteresting
As a guy can be.
No fun in bed, but
How would they know?
They take one look
And away they go.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
I'm supposed to nod my head, agree, and laugh
But not today
Not under these lights
Not under these glares
Not under this sky
Not under these clouds,
I'm never nodding to you again
I'm going' to lift my chin high,
Pick my shoulders up,
Clench my teeth
And stare back at you-
You never judged me for who I was
Jamais looked at me for what I did
Always glanced at me for what I couldn't control
For how blue the sky was today
For how bad your rhymes were yesterday
Well there,
I spat in your face,
Where's that machismo now, eh?
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC