Get Off My Dick: A Poetic Declaration of Independence

Please get off my dick.
Please get off my dick. And why you at it?
Take my balls out your mouth for you end up with locked jaw,
my initials on the side of a cop car.
You not hard pussy. Honestly,
you could have hit the lottery,
profited out of poverty properly,
been an anomaly, copping all of the finer things,
Billy Benz’s and diamond rings and still be a pussy to me.
So when you watch me be who you wanna be, son,
you ain’t gotta wonder about the reason I’ve been a fucking underdog,
been the one niggas ain’t take a No. 4,
been a bottom line liability.
Those who understand it above the standard.
I won the war. They told me shit was like I said
bet and bust to another door.
I’m headstrong. Your mother adore me.
I know the headstrong. I’m big body.
Pick this collision pussy.
You dead wrong. I’m so polite.
Don’t see the smile and make a oversight.
I’m lost. Fucking prom for the smoke and I’ll bring it overnight.
So please get off my dick.
Please get off my dick.