INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

She just wants some of my time, She wants to know what I have on my mind. She wants me to come over and lie, Next to her on the bed and tell truth, no lies. She asks me to look in her eyes, Asking me what I be doing when I'm out with the guys, She know the girls flirt so she won't be surprised. She's just hoping none of them are my type. Asking why I don't type? She sends a message I never reply, And I get ghost when it's late in the night, I only come close in the heat of the light. She say I'm always disappearing on the weekends, Probably at the bar with some broad who is freaking, Or at the condo letting all the freaks in, Listening to The Weeknd, trying to get them freaking This whole thing stinks, you smell like sex, boy your wreaking. I know light skin girls are not your only weakness, I heard you been in Spanish Harlem fucking with a Puerto Rican, How many other girls with whom are you speaking, And I know summer coming and you won...

He text me "f*ck these b*tches, I text him back "I know" He said he on Instagram And he tired of all these hoes. I said you can always unfollow, The internet's top models, They not the ones you wanna wife, They not keepers they only to borrow. Why even go out and try to find a girl, When they all got the same mentality? I told him Instagram is a fantasy, For dudes who can't deal with reality. I said everything is so damn fake these days, Honestly I don't think I can deal. Dudes being chicks, and chicks being dudes, Fake ass fake breasts what's real? I would tell you to hang in a library, But I don't know if anybody reads Can't trust dating apps too scary, Cause it's never as good as it seems. Everybody gets to be famous Everybody gets to have fans Everybody knows what your name is, Everybody gets to be the man. He said he feels like he was born in the wrong era I ask which one should you be in? He says he not...

He sat nervously on the bench outside of baggage claim at the crowded airport watching people reunite with loved ones and friends. He wondered what his pending encounter would bring forth for him. A thousand questions were running through his mind to the like of, "what if she doesn't like the real me"? The real me. Until this point their entire relationship had been lived on the digital landscape of social media and video chats. How could he make her smile without the help of a well timed emoji? How could he make her laugh without the assistance of a sarcastic meme? He realized his entire personality was dependent upon the machines. Like Neo, lost in the matrix of computer love, he would simply have to believe he was the one. "What does it mean to like someone", he thought? "I like her pictures. I heart her selfies. I comment to her very existence, praising the sparkle in her eyes, the pucker of her lips, and the curls of her hair. What will she see when...

I just wanna have a day to spoil you I just wanna just take the time to make sure you know you're royal I just wanna take my time and undress you I just wanna kiss every single spot that God blessed you and damn God blessed you damn you special (breathe) I just wanna wake up in her arms I just wanna show her that I'd never do her harm I just wanna show her that it's okay to love I just wanna prove that I'm the man she dreamed of and yes I dream, and you're my dream, like Jamie Foxx sing (breathe) I just wanna cruise down the highway I just wanna ride out listening to Sade' I just wanna have the top down wind blowing in her hair I just wanna have her here trying hard not stare rolling in her bathing suit wanna bathe with you I'd be bathing you (breathe) I just wanna her there when I get home I just wanna have her asking baby when you getting home I just wanna show up to house with flowers I just wanna go ...