Is it though
Is it really da ‘ Man
That keeps you acting
The fool?
Or
Does your lack of maturity
Cause's you to take no responsibility
For your actions

Don't y think you should
Take control of your life
Stop blaming the man
For your strife

Get off your knees and make a stand
Stop giving the man a hand in where
You land

With the man, stop looking for a fight
and set your future in sight

Stop living only day-to-day and
Turn your life from dismay
Stop giving credit to the man
And listen to what I have to say
It ain't the man who's making you
This way

I talk
Face to face
With the man

Who
Invites me to sit,
Kneel and call him
Sir

I
Prefer to stand

And

You'll get no sir
From me

I saw a child
So young
So new
Fresh born
From his mother's
Womb

I was asked
To hold him
I could not

Why spoil
Something
So young
So new
With my
Unsanitized
Mind

My
arduous
Thoughts

No
Let this child
Grow and brew
Uncompromised
By me and
you

Pressing your body close to mine
I wrap my arms around you

wondering…

The sudden blush of your skin
Tells me everything
I need to know

I am too tired to write
         So, I will write

Nothing
About how I feel

Nothing
about life so dear

Nothing
about what I miss

Nothing
about death so near

Nothing
about your missing kiss

Nothing will I write

I will write Nothing
             About Missing You