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If She's Already Taken...

Erase that, miss…stay back and face facts
I pray that I maintain civility, remain laid back
Crazy, I delayed rap and disrespect blatant
Not really equipped for a woman that’s taken
Too many lies, goodbyes and false accusations
Too many cries, at night, denied active procreation
Not latent sexuality, stress level low in entirety
A boy-toy, no job security, anytime you can fire me
A liar? Me? Not really, juggling women - dang silly
Really, was my soul made for 20 women to feel me?
Celestial gift of a half-circle, only need one to complete
For you I’m in line, signing up, warming up to compete
My emotions are slow motion, notions of where I stand
A bogus plan to be every woman’s ideal man
Changing faces and facial expressions have taught lessons
That to one soul every person is destined
Men were not born to be actors and deliver pleasure
But to cling to one of God’s gift in good and bad weather
A true measure of a man that can withstand temptation
And anchor his lady, together they shall bring forth a nation
Impatience, when seeking to bind your soul to many women
In the distance you can’t see the devastation of your pimpin
Listen to demons clapping, Lucifer grants a standing ovation
When you sell your soul for lust and carnal solicitation
Regain composure and fight through it like a soldier
Or your blood may freeze slowly worse than northern exposure
Resent sharing your gifts with many and simply roll the dices
Some things are truly gifts and will never contain any prices
Priceless, I might slip but not quick enough for you to entice this
Or allow me to miss my queen while your flirting with eyelids
Despite this I’m determined to shine Light & truth from the tongue
Keep my heart to myself and cage my soul for that One.

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