at fuckin’ last.
you finally met “him”.
not just any “him”,
but the one you were lookin’ for.
i’m also hearing “him” is a baller too.
well good job!
life can suddenly make sense when you meet “him”.
it can make every day feel like a disney movie.
the suns shines extra bright.
whistlin’ dixie in the streets.
random animals singing inspirational love songs
for some of us,
we get so involved in “him”,
that we slowly start to become “him”.
everything starts to take a back seat including people you knew.
i never understood why some people let “him” take over their lives.
especially if “him” makes you change who you are.
or is this always who you were?
people talk all this tough shit about not gettin’ whupped,
but as soon as some new dick cums in their life,
they like casper the friendly ghost on ya ass?
where are ya?
i don’t see ya no mo.
i had to wonder…
Why do we get so bussy whipped?