If love took form of a woman/I’d say I’ve flirted with her on occasion/we went out on dates/but I was turned off/her attitude was way too abrasive/yet and still went to first base on first night/it was outta sight/lips felt like sobakawa pillows/hair fell past her shoulders, weeping willow/engaged my thought patterns/curiosity and lust simultaneously consumed them/but I’m just trying to hit the right wave/and ride that bitch, Kelly Slater/but I was too young (young, young, young)/correction make that too dumb/to understand the opportunity I had & where it was coming from/so she left…damn/bitch took me for a hell of a ride/then dropped me off/call that autotheft/definitely killed my vibe…Then well…

Finally tracked that girl back down/been gone so long, been done so wrong/fucked ‘roun and got an accent/specifically Georgian, and that’s fine with me/cause I know that peach won’t need no sweetener/came back with a few more scars/those incisions became ours/but with some experience in my back pocket this time we can go far (far,far,far)/would’ve done anything for you/but drop my old hoes/cause when you’re tied down/these girls get on that “Imma come thru wit a chainsaw” flow/which makes true progress a no-go/you went and saw the world in our time apart/but I was tuned the same show/had no room to grow/showed you out thee door/mane this bitch is gone again…

Damn baby it’s been three years/where you been at?/Are you ever gonna look back?/Nah, you probably won’t/Fearing becoming a pillar of Morton’s or Lawry’s/probably still have you around/ if I had the intellect of Taj Mowry/sirens sounding, nigga you soon turning 30/random pussy ain’t appealing/filling holes with cream filling/when I’m in search of concrete/glaring gaps in my psyche/seating assigned, plane departed/no room for you on this flight, B…/but I’ll be around if your plans don’t pan out/life gives you a kick in the ass/where a hand should’ve been found/You can be my Jenny, love/you can be my Jenny/just don’t catch AIDS & die before you get with me.

I’m guessing Jason Collins will be the topic for 75% of Black preachers this Sunday. I don’t have the strength to muster the number of fucks I don’t give about this topic. The man is gay. Deal with it. People not digging his orientation will have little to no effect on how he lives his life. He has a degree from Stanford and up until this point he has proven himself to be a productive member of society. That matters a hell of a lot more to me than who he sleeps with at night.

While we’re keeping it real, the only reason gays bother straight people is because the mind automatically goes to how they interact sexually. So miss me with all of that morality b.s.