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TO THE SON I'LL NEVER HAVE...

To the son I'll probably never have.. From the man you'll never call dad. I just needed to speak my piece, Give you the advice I never had. See in this world so much can go wrong, And it's hard to see the right. The darkness in people's hearts, Can make it hard to see the light... But if nothing else believe in yourself, Make sure you always follow your heart, Even though there will be some times, When that leads to it being torn apart, And when you do experience heart break, Take it from my experience first hand, Becoming a player won't make you feel better, Sexual conquest don't make you a man. Life is what you make it,  Find your talent and embrace it, Your dreams are precious and sacred, Protect them don't let the world take it. If you make a promise try and keep it, A man has to be true to his word. Hard work and determination, Respect isn't given until it's earned. And if you ever find yourself, In a place where yo

FRECKLES...

I remember the first time that I saw her, The first time she ever got close. I remember falling in love with her freckles, Trying to decide which one I loved most. I would spend hours trying to count them, But there was always one I'd miss. I would draw circles with my tongue all around them, There wasn't one I didn't try to kiss. She was my beautiful freckled face baby, She was my spotted Leopard of love, Her body all speckled and amazing, It drove me crazy with every touch. I would daydream about our kids, We'd have a whole little freckled bunch, And we'd argue over the names we'd give, I'd say Cashmere and she'd say "You're nuts", But somethings aren't meant to be, I guess somethings aren't meant to last, But she's still my beautiful freckled face baby, And I reminisce on our spotted past.

SHE'S BAD...

She ain't good for me and I know it, No I know that she ain't really no good, But everything she does she does it perfect, Baby you remind me of soul food. So good to me, but so bad for me, Pretty little devil in a red dress, Up and down, she making me dizzy, But I can use her body for a head rest, She's got curves, she's got curves, Better slow down before you crash, Oh my word, oh my word, Never seen it done like that. Hold up baby, what you doing? No don't stop, keep on moving, Keep on going, keep on grooving, Treble on point, bass is booming Love making music, playing on the stereo, We gonna get in to these slow jams, Jodeci singing in our ears too, Hoping I can make it to the song ends, And we've been drinking wine all night, Netflix and chill, on the couch watching Love Jones, And just like a thief in the night, Blues in your left thigh, your right got the funk. Damn we both drunk, so let me drink you in,

THE BLACK MAMBA

There are so many classic moments to pick from when trying to decide what my favorite Kobe moment is....The man has built a career by devastating his opponents, and providing clutch performances in the playoffs and on the brightest of stages. But for me, it will always be his three three pointers to help the Lakers win a regular season game vs. the Toronto Raptors. Even now I think Kobe has some sort of hatred towards Canada, because of all the teams in the league, he tortures none like he does the Raptors. I mean he gave them 81 points. I remember a co-worker and I decided to go to the bar for happy hour to watch the game. Working in downtown Los Angeles any time the Lakers were on the bar was packed with with an array of fans either decked in Laker jerseys and hats to those in business suits or high heels. During the game we were all the same, we were all family. Laker gang. The Lakers were down 5 points in the fourth when Dwight Howard, who I would be remiss if not to m

BEHIND THE MASK...

He stared at his computer wondering where he wanted to go next, as if he really didn't already know. Perhaps he would just peep at her page and check in on her. After all, she was definitely checking in on him. "Maybe I should do something wild", he thought. Post a racy picture or make an ambiguous statement that might draw her out of her cave and back into his life. It's ironic how sometimes the one person you want to speak to the most, is the one person you promised yourself you were not going to speak to at all. Like an epic stand off in the old western days, both of you hands on your gun, waiting for the other to move. It's petty for sure that two people who have feelings for each other result to these kinds of games. But this was life in the now. Sneak dissing and sub-tweeting, being seen just by all in hopes that you are seen by the one. He types the first few letters of her name into the search box and sure enough she pops up in the screen. Her pictu