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Don’t let her jumble and jiggle

Make you blind Mr. Dibble

She just now got off her mamas nipples

breast milk on her lip yet dripples



Just fourteen years young

She isn’t read to be your honey…

and your moon

Yes her fruit do bloom

Plump and ripe

You say she is your type

But her mind is green

No true life has she seen

But you want to show her

A few new things



So you try to justify

Measuring her bust line

And her thigh

She looks like a duck, walks like a duck

She is a duck

Quack on cradle robbing player

Rock a bye bye

With your self deceiving lie



She is under age

Hasn’t even walked across

High school stage

It is wrong!

Your lust has a strong

Hold on you

That baby has no clue

The real consequence of intertwining with you

Oh but you do

You are accountable

She is young and gullible

You are taking advantage of her

Infatuated ignorant daze



I am in a rage

Let the trumpet sound

This issue has been kept underground

For too long

We’re chipping the tip of the iceberg

But predators are in herds

Both sexes putting hexes

On my nephews and my nieces

It vexes my spirit

It perplexes my understanding



“I am a man you say”

please!!

You are no higher

Than the way you treat our sons and daughters

Your wives and mothers

Your wiggle waddle

Between your hip saddle

Is no tall taddle of your

Great braggle

It is just biology

Get over it

Get some theology

It is time to evaluate and elevate your spirit

Get past the temporary

And embrace eternity

Listen to me

All of these movements, churches,

groups, and organizations will fail

if our daily under cover lives are frail

and pale resemble what we peach

sometimes when you wash

you have to use bleach

to get stubborn stains out

you know what I am talking about

be accountable, responsible,

embrace honor, character

and integrity

grow up, wake up.

Be a man, be a woman

On the double

Clear up the rubble

Deny the fable

Live a life that is stable

Put all your cards on the table

Throw out your player label

Take on an identity of finality

This is reality.



yes, Mr Dibble

chew this and swallow

no don't nibble

this isn't kibbles and bits

no flaky potatoe chips

this is the clap of the whip

this is a call to repentance

to change your stance

deter the outcome

of circumstance

change your prance Mr. Dibble

before you dabble

and dribble

into a great quibble

you hav ebeen warned

Mr. Dibble