INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

It was a hot summer day in Miami, I can remember the day so clearly. Those Haitian cats were hating on me, Cause I was bagging everything that came near me. That's when I saw you walking out the water, You were heading right in my direction, So I said the first thing that I thought of, My God baby girl you perfection. You smiled at me and you laughed, A smile even now I'll never forget.  I said let's go for another swim, Don't dry off baby girl stay wet. She told her home girl she'd be back, As we walked away in the sand. As soon as our feet touched the water, We both reached for each other's hand. The alcohol got us intoxicated, The weather got us falling in love, The motion of the waves got us grinding, Everything in South Beach is such a drug. And you, you were all on my brain, I mean you were all in veins, All I could think of was you, And it would drive me insane. But eventually the vacation ended, And so we said our goodbye's...

Liquid courage pushed us further into deeper conversations, We talking bout' love and our past situations. The love and the hating, and how we hate dating, Except how we love when we got em' all hating. Facebook notifications, Saying that you are now in relations, And all your side chicks and old flicks. Slide in your inbox with fake congratulations. That standard L.A. sh*t, Sorry I'm busy and show up all late sh*t, Or more likely flake sh*t, Text them and not get a text back for a couple of days sh*t. Ain't nobody got time for that, Ain't nobody trying to hit you back, That's when we order a couple more shots, And knocked em both down going back to back. Patron mixed with emotions, That seems to be the popular potion, Now you all lost in your feelings, Alcohol got you both open. What is love? What does it mean to you? Have you thought about it? Do you dream it too? Could your dreams come true? Does she dream of you? Dreams turn into nig...

She told him that she don't give a f*ck no more, And that she wasn't gonna let him come and f*ck no more. He told her that he ain't give a f*ck no more, Cause he had other girls he could go and f*ck for sure. A sobering realization, although she knows it to be true, Cause if you not gonna give it up, there's other girls that will do. That seems to be the problem, the answers I don't got em', He's addicted to pussy, he's got a f*cking problem. Cause every since he was a younging, That's what his homies taught him. If that girl ain't giving it up, Then she has a f*cking problem. Can't stop him, he's on a mission to hit his numbers, Little black book where he's keeping all his numbers. And he keeps a head count of the head by the amount, Staring at his list, yeah he feels so f*cking proud. He has a f*cking problem, and that's the f*cking problem, When you girls gon' wake up, cause only you can stop him. ...

I say good morning to her, she says good morning trouble, Yeah, that's the nick name that she gave me. And even though I know I could never properly love her, I still treat her like she's my lady. I'm a distraction to her, and I know that.... I should probably disappear. But it ain't that easy when you're attracted to her, Plus I just love it whenever she is near. She's the perfect woman for me and I know that, But sometimes perfect isn't what your heart wants. But right now it's impossible for me to go back, So being trouble is the only skill that I got. I ask her how her date was, as if I care, I mean I do, but she knows that I don't. Because I don't want any other man to be there, Even though I know that I won't. Selfish right? But what can I do? Troubling to think how I'm trouble to you. Late night I get a text from her, She asking me "where you at?" Funny how if you go looking for Trouble, Trouble ...

Spring is upon us and it seems that most of the public refers to this being the time that love is in the air. Well, that's a positive spin on the fact that a lot of people just got through the holidays and you are now getting dumped. "Cuffing Season" is over is the more accurate theme. They say love is in the air, but it smells a bit like lust, and sundresses, and crop tops, and bikini's. Last year I did a blog about the "Top 5 Songs to Stunt on Your Ex". Well, before you can get to a point where you are ready to stunt on your ex, there is a grieving period we all have to go through. And per usual, I'm here to provide support. So here's my list of my top break up songs to help you get through. This list will obviously be debatable as I wish I could do 20 songs, but who has the time? But for certain, Chris Brown's "These Hoes Ain't Loyal", will not be on my list. How the hell do you have a song called these hoes ain't loyal but y...

As I sift through some old photos in my Facebook album I smile as I remember some of the more wild times in my life. How reckless I was, how crazy I could get, how unbelievably slutty I acted. I wondered what had led me to be that person.   Was it genetics? Was it my environment? Or was it simply the fact that I was a product of life itself.   I monitored the lives of others, friends, old girlfriends, and came up with a simple solution. It was my “Ho Phase”. The “Ho Phase”: A period of time in an individual’s life whether they be male or female when they experience an elevated lifestyle of sexual deviancy and a rambunctious hormonal outpouring resulting in a carefree adventure into promiscuity with an entourage usually consisting of drugs, alcohol, and bad decisions.   But why does this “Ho Phase” occur? For many different reasons my friend. But let’s break this down by gender. Men: Men by nature are horny creatures prone to spread their seed amongst the numb...