Lust made me
Make that call
Made me sent that text
Made me fall
Made me withdraw
Into this silly predicament
Where I’m unhappy with the offer
That the lover’s related to scoffers
Like some folks digging IPA’s
And clowning on a zigga that likes light lagers

Appetite
Trying to set it right
Like my mans Biebs
I get my source from the light
But what if it triggers a fight
Or instead, causes misery and fright
I might
Give an offer they can’t refuse
I’m bright
But what is a blind man’s view
I can diffuse
Escalations provoked to the M word
But if I entered
A club of Team Jacob
Over Team Edward
Then maybe
It’s a good thing
That I don’t tend to dive in headfirst
But if my legs
Belonged to lineage
Of Kinta Kunte
Then this goon just might say
Have a berry berry good day
And smoke away the pain
While putting in reverse
To the dopamine
That goes into my brain
I said I’ll commit
But really, I just want a hit
If I spit the most realest shit
What’s that to a fake
Who thinks I’m staging up a play
This is Act 3, the closing one
This is like me
Being so sure you’re the only one
Until some champion
Comes and says you small fry
Then it’s like
I’ll die
On this hill or grave
And if I tend to behave
In a way
That makes people say
“Good Lord”
Then maybe I’ll think twice
Before giving her the strokes
Or making jokes out of blokes that are broke
Who can’t do anything without the coke
And toke and hate drives them to the words that they spoke
I’ll have them feeling embarrassed and exposed