An adolescent youth grows physically Yet mentally he's still a
child, Doing childish things excited for childish blings, His only
excitement comes from meaningless intercourse, short runned
encounters, passerbys through life, His actions of course are
swayed by her hips and the lust to kiss her lips, But he doesn't
care for the words that flow from those lips, her mind is empty
cause his ears aren't open, He's more into superficial success,
stamps of approval from rest, this feels good, yes they like me and
others spite me,hi hater, I've arrived he says, I got money in the
bank shorty what you drank, societys prank, a lifetime of april
fools, social imagery pumps his fuel, I look good in my car, yes im
a star im on fire, im the shit, she sees right through him but shes
blinded by the same aimless ambition, so she cuts those shorts a
little higher, graduate from 6 inch to nine inch heels, maybe two
alphabets higher and double D'd for depth and bounce, more onces in
her cup, she wants the big screen hollywood hype, blinded by the
lights that eventually turn off when its a wrap instead she cakes
the maybeline and mac, detroying that canvas the lord made natural
and beautiful, she wants to be bootyful, so he stares and chooses
her for the night.....just a one nite extravaganza which ends in
the morning with no delight ,only a walk of shame, such a complex
illusion displayed on tv, lambos,louie V, bentleys, im so icy,
apple bottoms, , dom P, prada....nah I like prada its cool, gucci,
this is insane stop playin with my brain, don't give them game,
give them the game something different not the same, such a shame,
they all ride the same lane and the ones that don't,they considered
lames, oh the inhumanity of makin them think that's the conclusion
of this fusion called life break course and make ya own road, lead
the revolution, ok you can't lead? Just read watch me preach
CHURCH
Peom by, Mr.Tim
Massaquoi