Pop… Goes the!
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I Am Proof
So is She
Glory Hole, let me see how deep
Perfect fit
Ohhh Baby
I like it O.D.B. RAW
S.M.D
Holes feel glorious
No bad energy
Only good vibes next to me
Feel the charge in your mind then your thighs
I put in work cause you're an exhausting flirt
Sex Education
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Sons!
Stay away from the seductress who thrive off attention from other men. You can be the best one for her, but she will have superpowers from all the dicks she’s entertained and devoured. She can easily encourage them to act a fool. In my day we called them hoes. They made it offensive to say even when they’re fucking disgusting right under your nose.
Daughters!
Slick lovers will take advantage of how they make you feel. Mentally. They make you see and feel a star is performing between your knees. They make love exhausting so you forget sex is a Gods offering. Some are worthy at the moment. The nastiest dogs know it takes dedication to keep love pure and unthreatening.
Keep’n It Hurt
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I heard an eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind. But at-least I’m alive to hear. Pain has no limits. It ends the way it begins. Hurt’n something or someone to prove your worth loving.
Fuck Your Excuses
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They say aint no love during the struggle.
To protect, provide, improve, sometimes maintain- Men fight to put and keep it home. Sweet as the cookie keeping him full and craving. He knows, changing the recipe will be taken as poison.
Do you continue to stuff what should be given up? When I absorb my world, it makes me throw up/what I don’t want/to see what I’m capable/what I made available.
What do I do- to save the children-when I want to get rid of my old self. As I age every day, my own youth caught up. Tussling with my bones, bruised from use and pristine from burial, at-least on the surface. Decay piecing together beauty like the demented forgiving the one person they made themselves forget.
How many times do we make the same mistake. How many times can I be pissed about the pain, and lie that real men never repeat, but fight for jobs and relationships that strengthen excuses.
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I don’t believe in snitching, but go-head and tell on yourself, be real, be honest, to the one person who can give help. I won’t tell. You know who! That’s how you man up and do for self.
Stop running in circles, chasing tail. You should be sick of holding yourself in place and getting, the consistent whiff of your shit for success.
Balancing My D!!k Is Good For The Health
Relationships are only gonna work if you do. The life and women we love is either a bitch with benefits, or a beautifully flawed women with elegance.
I need both for balance, because depending on my day, my love is uneven. That makes me level because I live on the edge of trouble.
BLACK MOSES
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I read God’s diary and it said “Don’t be fooled into believing the Devil preaches dishonesty.”
He’s truthful about the side people don’t wanna see.
I’ve seen so much slaughter from both, a lie is the only thing that scares me. When you help someone see their worth and they show you less, it makes your soul and body want another place to rest.
I’ve seen smiles show daggers on each side, sharp enough to bleed the truth so it stays inside.
Bright eyes and sexy looks blind you to the stabbing. Loving, friendly handshakes guide you to the massacre.
You have to carve out the goodness before you to pave a way for those after.
Getting Grown
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I’m awake.
I don’t remember all my dreams, but I am alive. So, I can live them and create moments I own. Like the smiles, hugs and kisses of kids chasing death, who find happiness with the strength and tenderness of growing old.
Man of Wonders
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When I see faces in the sky, I wonder did their dreams end or find a new beginning?
Were their hopes answered, or did they disappear in clouds of smoke, fading like unheard and unbelieved wishes?
Empty
Down on my luck waiting for a come up.
Every day, thinking FUCK whoever comes my way, why not love’s gonna end one day. Better to do it my way.
Father forgive who? I ain't forgave myself for not having the wealth poor dads say doesn’t amount to the riches of love.
The lies it takes generations recover from. Makes home a war zone where the wrong company’s allowed. Babies asking why daddy’s always absent or cranky. Cause we live with smoke. We only feel clean when were high from being angry and broke.
Moving Ahead
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My hands guide. Up-down. In-out. Faster. Slow down. If you're talking too much, let me test your throat. I don’t want you to be quiet, so I give you plenty to say on this heated diet.
Grief Pedigree
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Trauma tied to my mind. Refusing to forgive, mad because I’d rather see death than to rectify.
Why?
They didn’t mistake what they meant, but they want me to fertilize their shit. Raised with the taste of malnourishment. Waste-the desert, full on emptiness and pain. Man shouldn’t remain in the dirt. He should mold it as the foundation to display worth.
The ILL Of Man
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The more I help, the more I see the sorrow of mans will, dependent and gracious until I end the help.
Can help end cordially?
Nah-they see abandon when hand-outs lessen and learn to feel blessed borrowing scraps from another man’s check.
Is this the ILL of Man? Madness! The force we believe and imitate.
This must be how cults are formed. Happiness treading where sorrow surrounds. Bodies wasting their form. Quenching thirst from spoils poured into the earth.
Is this the illness of man?
The madness called sanity.
This must be how we ignore warnings. Fooling everyday so we are guided wrong. Stepping into early graves chasing waves. Diving head strong into sorrow- thinking it sells and transforms while love traumatizes us to believe we are better alone.
Press Your Luck
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Acting on what’s real to you is legit hope. It creates better stability than legalized dope-you become the smoke, tantalizing minds, stuck in lungs. When they spit, you’re what comes up.
Head Doctor
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My favorite place to be is in your head, where I can just be, chill when I need and fuck how I feel.
You know the story. You think it every day. You breath it out, speaking what your life is about. Lines run long. Open you, revealing what you desire to keep hidden. Secrets that elevate, truths, those with low mental stamina believe fake.
I shake it loose, read you, just wanna feel good. Already under pressure. Need to release and somewhere to place it.
Don’t shelf this.
Love N’ Lust-In It All We Trust
We cling to what we hope doesn’t hold memories we don’t wanna believe.
What do I believe, the lust between knees. Pay NO attention since I seen the women, I love get beat, and hug the same dick that made them bleed.
Made it hard to believe in love, easy to believe and trust muhfuckas don’t love nothin but lust.
Aint nothing like control. The only sin I believe in forces you to lose your soul-revenge.
Winners & Losers
Shootin, lootin, fuckin, suckin, grudgin, about what you never were. Swallowing your morals. Jealous of anothers love instead of being proud of surviving your struggle is the loser’s hustle.
Winners all-so-phisticate themselves with navigating the same hell, even is what they get. They abandon a suicidal mindset, self-sabotage is the fools tough, not satisfied until the competition’s death, winning and providing shouldn’t require a dying breath.
Fantastic Addiction
My madness is fantastic. Makes me the realist addict.
My insecurities are the securest part of me. Keeping them whole when I’m mad enough to tear my life to shreds.
Waving for help like it matters, never thought I’d like the same bed that fucks love, comfort is the scab I pick until I wound.
Then I wrap up in attention to lay the hammer to these Shhh!!!! Get from round me if you won’t let me get off my Ahhh!!!!
I got what we all want.