Who’s Life Matters?

Low Lifes!?

Black Lives-Nope!

Blue Lives-I don’t think so?

All Lives-Hell No!

Cause none of our daughters have a right to do what they want.

Only a man fucking her-not too hard, unless that’s what he wants. Refusing condoms. Wants to feel life hard. Grinning like a demon. Shoots her up and flees.

He’s on the run-in & out of your spouse. Refusing to make or honor his own. A lifetime offender of a crime everyman and his following women give their life to repeat. God set’s them free.

Bitch, hoe, motherfucker, sucker-god-damn-please.

How come only death makes it stop?

Tearing up. Families and hearts broken. Drugs, alcohol, suicide give hope. Not enough to reverse. She can’t take it back even-tho he turned his.

She tries to push through and out with more force than his promise to pull. Out, away, up to, and in-saving another woman from the pain he put her in.

Superman of disease. living unscathed. Unbothered with decay. Responsible for providing one hell of a life.

Whose Life Matters?

White life?

Low Lifes-Yes.

A Man’s life- Absolutely, Mother Fucking right. Bitch. Hoe.

And if he can afford a lawyer-he is supreme. Believes only Bitches and hoes matter-if they follow man’s lead. Anyone woman otta line-ABORT them.

They ain’t really needed. Except on their knees praying to a man. Their dream. The only crawling and crying a low life wants to see.

Letting off, fucking off babies with ease.

Fuck them. Fuck that woman. Fuck the bitch. If she won’t allow a man’s hoe decisions.

Aww, stop acting so God-damn sensitive-pussy-in the bedroom, behind any closed door you love man’s dick.

Let’s make a baby. And.. Leave it. Fuck it. It’s life. Don’t matter more than mine. One and done. I get to keep and save mines. Time and money is the only life line that truly matters.

Don’t complain. Don’t worry, I take, and I give.

You don’t like my gift. You’re fucking selfish.

I gave you the choice of pregnancy and I chose to be free.

Aww Baby. Don’t hate the player. Hate the low life suckers that allow me to play.

I can wipe you away from my conscience. Who needs you? I’m fertilizing the worlds garden. I plant and choose the one I want to keep. The one that looks good and appeals to me.

I am THE dream.

To all Bitches, Hoes, Low life Women—

If you ain’t pro man’s needs, you are a waste of life.

THE SUPREME COOURT OF MAN

GOODBYE___________