Member Poem

I ain’t got time for a playa - NO
You ain’t got time for a bitch, BITCH
My money get stacked, and you’ll wish you had holla’d
Before I moved on to a bigger fish

I’m drinkin and lit,
Take a puff and I’m writin’ a hit
Fuck ridin’ and dying and taking your name, man
That was a pipe dream, wasn’t it?

If you’re catching my drift, Merry-go-round might as well be a crypt
Once played, you a playa, you all fuckin playas,
The fact that it hurts me just makes me so fuckin sick

Now I’ve gotta split - if it ain’t forever then fuckin forget me
But not that you could,
When I’m stuck in your head like a viral meme
And I don’t want enemies, I just wanted a means to an end, SHIT
And I thought that we were friends, who’d of thought it be ending up so mean and so cold
Man you like icing
And I wish I woulda thought twice G
Cuz I’m getting old and I’m dying from that age-old “Nigga, why me?”
And why NOT ME?! I’m no copy!
Not a bench pinch hitter when you want me
Not a stone cold stunner when the prompt reads
Or a background singer while your cock leads
It’s a real big problem but you can’t believe
That you can’t treat women as an Option C
When the first 2 comin’ at you, A and B
Gettin’ real pissed off, Like your game is weak

You say you want naughty, baby here’s a freak
But you hold the front door, saying Take the street
Insecurities pourin’ off, that I’ve seen
Where the platitudes now, Nigga? Talk is cheap

And my attitude about what I want and need
Cuz we always get down way too good to leave
But you never even let me stay the night to sleep -
What kinda btich you really want?
Well, I guess it isn’t me.