I’m Lame

I’m lame. And corny but I don’t give a fuck nor care no shame. It’s define by your standards but I’m handed different cards to play. So every time I see a dime I stay solid when she don’t look my way. I clean up nice sneakers right take a mental picture and not worth a double take. In my natural habitat others say that but it’s just a zoo. I got a gun too. And money and what’s funny is I gotta show it in every video I’m in to be considered cute. I don’t flash it nor show the bag if I’m wearing regular clothes then that’s what I choose to do. I don’t like Louie nor Gucci I ain’t buying it to prove to you. Not cause I can’t afford it they just oppress us and we buy it impress who? You? Stop it fam it ain’t nothing worse than a damn fool. You rather fill your pantry up with it than actual food. 

I still thrift shop. And wear Nike flip flops. I still got a Casio wrist watch. The deluxe version it’s digital so it don’t tick tock. I don’t have over ten bodies. Reasons why is cause I don’t have sex with anybody. No matter if I think with my stick I would hate for my branch to deteriorate and I don’t have the antibodies. I ain’t got time to be exposed. Or to meet a girl, vibe with her, move in but after one argument there goes ya clothes. Or to meet some girl and find she done had one of the bro’s. I just want my own. I ain’t got time for fake company either I strive on having real friends or just being alone. All they do is gossip anyway, people love to spill tea. I capitalize on showing the real behind their uncertainties. I just hate being considered fake, broke, lame, or corny because of the way you picturing me. Just know that a dog could be wild and still not have fleas. This poem is just a strip show, a Intentional tease. Wanna know more about me just keep watching please.