Your Own Cause ?

Hey there little miss

Yo little girl walking down Mississippi way

What did you bring for a brotha this time?

Hope everything but a jail term  ...

Maybe you got a little money

To get me through the week

Something to give me hope

Of seeing next week

A gift perhaps

My birthday was last week

I got older but didn’t feel any wiser

I mean, I tell people the solution

To my problems is more money

Though now I realize

The root of my Kush addiction was the money

What I’m recovering from

They call withdrawal symptoms

Problem is

I don’t remember withdrawing anything

You ask why I’m telling you all of this

Maybe it’s my ignorance to face reality

So I need two open ears

To hear my dilemma

She calls me intelligent fool

Despising my stupidity

Telling me to smell the roses

Sorry love I don’t know much about affection

Care to educate me

She has a busy schedule ??

Rub my eyes, she’s no girl

A woman beyond imagination

Excuse me miss you wanna get married ?

She laughed at me, for a second …

Who was I ... and, what was so funny

Did I just attempt verbal suicide?

Or wealthy thug creeped in

Well case of marmite you love or hate it

In a state of utter confusion

That’s what she put me in

I can’t think of what was next in line

For conversation need to know why

She was talking to me

But wait I’m straight hood and …

She all proper and all la that   

Will she ever understand me?

Ok I’ll propose with the Haribo and

Get the diamond one later

                                                     

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