INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

She knew he wasn't shit, he's a player and shit, And if she got too close that he would play her and shit, He's only faking like he cares he don't care about shit, Accept for getting what he wants, everything else is just shit. She knew he wasn't shit, but his love was the shit, He be rubbing her whole body with lotions and shit, He fucking her whole soul with emotions and shit, He be cruising through her waters like the ocean and shit, Biblical strokes, like he Moses and shit, He part her legs open and get to stroking and shit. Sending him text messages and he ignoring them shits, Phone calls get blocked, you not important and shit. He playing ball with his boys, he out on the court and shit, Talking bout the girls he fucking like it's a sport and shit. Yet his bad behavior, every day, you supporting that shit, Let him back in ya home like y'all courting and shit. And your girls try to warn you, try to tell you and shit, But she defend him,...

He loved her. That alone was the problem, and the solution. It was his greatest strength, and his most vulnerable weakness. The selfishness of his love was terrorizing him... holding him hostage and greedily unwilling to let him go. Her love reminded him of the ocean, at times clear and pure and easy to see, and then dark and murky, full of danger and unknowns. Like waves crashing into the shore as he stood on the wet sands. Sometimes the water would gently come up to his feet, and other times the waves would rush in almost knocking him over. He stood on the edge of the water always cautious and yet always care free. No matter the temperature he would surely run right in given the chance. He hated who he was with her, but he loathed who he was without her. The lonely sailor lost at sea. Surrounded by the endless depths it became hard to tell where the ocean stopped and the sky began. And this is how he felt with her, as if up were down and down were up. Certainly he would love to find ...

A father and son were riding in the car, To the House of Cheeks, for a drink at the bar The son was scrolling through I.G. with great lust, The father saw the phone, and said what the f*ck is this? He took the phone from his son and stared at the screen, Looked back at his son, his eyes looked so mean. I do not like these thirsty thots, I do not like their thirsty thoughts, I shall not like their thirsty pics, For all they do is tease the dick, I do not like to play their games , You come and go as if your running things, I would not sweat you in a bar, I would not sweat you in your car. I would not sweat you on the beach, I would not sweat you on the streets. Get away from me these thirsty thots, Trying to trap me with your thirsty shots, Your yoga pants and ill fitted tops, Pushing your boobies up to the top, Pictures you take in your draws for me to view With dumbass captions like, "what are you up to"? Clearly I'm looking at this picture of yo...