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"Hair What I Sea"(For the Common Playa)

based on true events:



when I chronologicially order these

logical chronicles in orderly fashion

stepping up to DISCUSS triumphs and DISGUST

because of the COMMAS that seperate my clauses like KARMA

beauty is a SOUL away from being discovered SOLELY

to smile aimlessly and spit in the face of monogamy

for I am a youth with a broken heart

who BLEW away my BLUES

after the suffering of blue BALLS

lost shreds of respect, dignity I cut I shoot, I BAWL

snatched the rebound of DYEING my reputation

became a playa after I turned pro

virginity is DYING

opted for bedsheets in hotel SUITES

blessed by several sanctified SWEETS

gave me a physical, took my pulse

WEAKENED my PEAKS and took a PEEK into unity

administered sexual mutiny

DAZED em for all my DAYS.......WEEKENDS

true playas never DEBATE, we game honeys for DA BAIT

tried to abide by PRINCIPLES of common teen spirit

my PRINCIPAL begged to differ

and asked WHY? Y am I TOO EASY for predators

shrugged my shoulders packing 2 EZ Widers

Should I say HI to HIGH school without going to school high?

or lose PATIENCE like rehab PATIENTS, trying to

HIDE their Mr. HYDE?

took ADVICE from potential wife

but somehow seemed ADVISED to waste potential life

finally jumped in the slow lane of a crowded Interstate

chartered that CRUISE with Tracey CRUZ

despite the jeers of peers and opposing CREWS

became a matter of time what love has

SEEN behind the SCENES

did all I could to PLEASE, and I even said, "PLEASE?"

for all the raging HORMONES of my capacity

loved to hear this WHORE MOAN

taking it to high altitudes, new levels

one heart, one ACCORD, once A CORD of umbilical is cut

I chant and strut, but guess what

one good shot from the WOOD WOULD

warrant a 9-month life sentence

but after 5, you still PAIN from

the 3-day punishment?

I was CLOSE-minded like PANES

sacrificed new CLOTHES and disregarded MO' TRIM

while you swallowed MOTRIN

Indeed, the focal point was to SUCCEED and help breed

but you only did the deed and SUCKED SEEDS

taking a PIECE away from my PEACE

twisted up the FACTS, switched it on me like FAXES

so here LIES

this sullen spirit living in a field of LIES

the way women suffer to the GUISE

of GUYS

Can you HAIR what I SEA?

for there are no tides in these roots

just murky streams, a playa with no team

inducted and RECORDED

into the Hall of Shame with a new RECORD.







I believe you know the moral of the story.

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