Come
on Boy!
What do you think you’re
hinting at?
Its
so obvious you’re trying to play
me…
You can do better than that
Sorry
to say I can call your every
move and cheesy line
My Dad taught me everything about players
He
raised me real fine
I
know when you're about to lie
My
bad ass brother showed me how
to fake tears and cry
I’ll
laugh at your face when I
catch you cheating on me
My
playboy cousin gave me a few
tests that I can do easily
Its
endearing if you try to hide
that you take drugs
I
learned every kind, every effect...
From
an uncle that deals with thugs
If
you try hard to cover your flaws at
the beginning so I can’t see
Don’t bother babe, I see thru you
so clearly
Be
careful… my hardcore cousin taught
me how to fight
While
my youngest brother always wants
what’s right
Its
sad if you try to deceive, hurt or
manipulate me
God sent huge wonderful Men to watch over me…
My
own loving army
And
if by chance you still get out alive
My
grandfather made sure…
I can
shoot a Colt 45
*Poem that I wrote when I was a teenager. It made me smile today.
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