by Rashad Abdulrahman
He said,
You spell “lust” by the way you walk
It’s the word that your gait utters, and
When you turn around I can trace it on your tight skirt
Wrapped around your panties to revel the same letters, and
Frankly, I’m ashamed that you excite me
I’m ashamed that my head turns around
To the rhythm of your hips as you walk in past me
I’m following your footsteps, but to what do you invite me?
When your brains is nowhere to be seen
And my brains is shut down
By your titties and the goodies in your jeans
And then my blood flows downwards and then it seems
That the only thing I wanna do is get there in between
Yes, I said it, it’s the truth nah mean?
Brothers, don’t tell me nothing, cause I know this is wrong
I wanna lower my gave, but my sight is like iron and your magnet is too strong
And now my sense is out of service and my reasoning is gone
All I know, is the car keys in my pockets and I got an empty home
And if this one is not going, then there is plenty I can bone
With all these girls in the streets, there ain’t no reason to sleep alone
But my mother taught me something, she said remember when you’re grown
That a woman is valuable, more precious than these stones
She said a woman is more than an object to possess
She said a woman is more than a body to undress
She said a woman is more than flesh to caress
But my mother never taught me that women are few and they are ever getting less
She replied
You men are not better than the girls you criticize
See if it wasn’t for you
I wouldn’t have to worry about my appearance and titty size
See it’s that mental oppression, the image you televise
You portray me as an object
You treat me like an object
Then you complain that I’m an object
But you wont hear me when I object
So objection your honor, I’ma speak the truth to your face
You will not do the dirty work and dump on me the disgrace
I’m a product of society
A victim of your masculine ways, double standards and dishonesty
See on the mic, in front of them you talk that deep talk but in reality
The least thing you’re attracted to is a girl with personality
You want a girl to play with
Night comes you go and lay with
Tell her how you wanna marry her
Give her hopes that she can stay with
You don’t wanna hear me lecture
You wanna see me pole dance and strip
Cars you hit and run
Girls like me you tap and dip
And that’s your mentality, so go work on that please
And don’t come around and blame it on how tight my skirt is.
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