Mr. Nice Guy

Won't put in same category
Women say I meet wrong women
Courting y'all, is it really worth the summons
2016, why men still pursuing
Society have us worthless and losing
Should a man go MGTOW
The loving man is undervalued
So, it's not about game and friend zone
Everyone has right, not be attracted to someone
A self happens to attract self
Good morning texts and she's beautiful
Get phones cut off or blocked

Dating is dead
Communication sporadic
A man can't have voice
Don't wanna be heard
Big parties for male bashing
Mad company, if against opposite gender
Some are fighting Feminism
That has a Narcissistic approach
Guy talks everything women will hear
Known as chivalrous simp
I enjoy flirting and giving compliments
To not stay stuck in chase with begging
No longer frustrated, I see the comprehension

A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice 

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn

How do men who don't wanna be fathers, have babies
If I discuss it, I'm desperate or shady
For these men, where are the set standards
Almost on verge to raise future bastards
Maybe, these situations, I should abort them
Either way, treated like I can't afford them
Are children blessings or commodities
Battles for child support and custody
Is it worth to go through a pregnancy
Will a kid be mine in carried legacy
Might have to draw DNA
Make sure I'm Daddy, a new day

Shout out to the Alpha Males
Y'all the show stoppers and panty droppers
Present challenges and unpredictable
Well, I wanna be ALPHO, as in Alphonso
Hold it down for nice guys
From all ruled emotions, illogical lies
Finish last, but take element of surprise
When they're exciting, why women like to do nothing
Play scared, look for mistakes... Fronting
Constantly nag to judging
Don't think you run game or they're stupid
They can speak, stand up for themselves, be ruthless
Have tissue to wipe your frightening asses of shit tests
Better believe, hating fellas can get it, too
Many don't try nice guys, only a few
Try to show them up around women
Cock block, as if they don't see it coming
Where the goodies... They want sex
They'll be wrong, if they just desire that
Females, then will state they're bad assholes
Thought they were being nice guys
Hmm... Can a nice guy get some
Without doing a lot of favors and chips
He demonstrates he's more than good dick
The goal is to have great relationships
A gold heart won't give up on love
Until time, it's focus on craft and grind
Hov said it best, Nickels and Dimes stay on my mind

A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice 

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn 


A price for being too nice

Pay with fire and ice 

Mr. Guy
Jackassery, you might buy

Mr. Guy
You give your all, but nice try

Mr. Guy
That charm shit don't always fly

Never lose, win or you learn 

Let me stress it...  
You're  needed and wanted, yeah
Needed and wanted, yeah
Needed and wanted, yeah

My guy... Mr. Nice Guy

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Be My Valentine IV: A Real Sweetheart

I desire a real sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

A virgin or not sexually active
Make a move, would you be passive
Picture us smooching, I play in your hair, all natural
Grope your breasts and thee au naturel  
Hmmm... I must smell to taste that chocolate
I understand, but confused, if you're celibate
Hold you in arms, a long time, intimate
Remove undergarments of the mood, passionate
Explore your body, a frame of art
I'm ready to pop it like a tart
You should know by now, I'm flirty 
Serenade with poetry or talk dirty
In bed, let's do a heartfelt performance
Theatrical, like The Vagina Monologues, the warmest
Box office of sweets 
Curtain call, we're in between the sheets
This is live acting, not staged
Bringing out lovemaking characters, engaged
As a crowd, have each other go Wow 
Lay upon your chest, finishing... Take a bow 

I desire a real sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard...
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

I-I feel so violet... Violet from what I wanna do to you
I-I feel so violet... Violet from what I wanna do to you
Sweetie, it's true

Red and bluuuue, you stand at five-foot-seven
Step to you, a stairwell to heaven
Cloud of angels resembling Cupid
Blessings to trade fluids
I want babies, you want babies... Oh, baby... Oh, baby
Make it happen with a real special lady
Fill her up with stiff dick and creme candy
My seduction style is known as the dandy
Catch her ovulating, within 14 days 
On each one I freak her in so many ways  
Nine months, I rub a swollen tummy 
For an infant bear, that's gonna be so Gummi 

Sweet... Sweet... Sweetheeeeeart
She makes love to me, slow
Then, fuck me so hard... hard... hard... hard
Be my Valentine and receive your freak card

Sweet... Sweet... Sweet... Real sweet
Makes love to me -
Then, fuck me so sweet... hard... sweet... hard
Be my- receive your freak card


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Pierced My Existence

My Dad, Alphonso Pierce
A veteran in a lifetime and fierce
Handyman of tools and navigation system
Carpenter, mechanic to electrician
Alongside my Mom with me, pregnant
Claimed me, as your son, fatherhood relevant
You have a boy, wanted a baby girl
Made it happen by a woman named, Cheryl
Planned same month, day, and five years apart
Should’ve been twins, a conceptual birth of art
Don’t know if I have it in me to do that
Unless my legacy will be carried on, a fact
You and my mother were an odd couple
Did the best y’all could from a double
One of the saddest moments in life
When y’all split, never husband and wife
Shocked me, when you shed tears
How we gonna make, set in fears
Every single day, I cried
Thought I’ll never see you again, denied
Still, nothing was the same
Learned truth and didn’t put on you, all blame
You were about marriage of common law
Not healthy examples I saw
Great provider, who brought to the table
Sorry, I didn’t follow your career path to install cable
It’s not that I wasn’t able
Gained interest in arts, performing, and writing fables
You took a boy on the best trip, fishing
To pass it on, I’m wishing
Remember when you left food and drink in seat
I’ll drink it all up and eat
You would ask me, where did your stuff go at
Look around, like it wasn’t me and laugh
Wish I was taught how to mow lawn and about cars
How to fix things around a house, up to par
I know I have some of these skills
Maintain, as a man and pay bills
Some say you’re the meanest
A bragger and not quite the cleanest
An old man so grumpy
Curse people out, fussy
You can talk a lot, when you’re drunk
I love you, but don’t always wanna hear it much
Kind soul with many others, you’re helpful
Make you mad and crazy, meet the devil
Have one grandchild
What the fuck your son is doing
Dad, I’m trying, but not given that pursuance
But, I’m a do, as you tell me, enjoy existing
A long time, as you, I wanna be living
Like you’re retired, desire to relax on boat
The hope I'm there with you, it floats

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Singing My Melody

                                                          In strings and chords of jealousy
                                                          Symphony of common error
                                                          A face with bloody mascara
                                                          The devil was conductor
                                                          I awakened the forbidden
                                                          Fell on my knees to hum and pray
I’ve always been a free spirit
Raised my voice a higher octave  
to rid ghosts in the opera   
when concert became darker
Stage manager, a minister
Clapping and cheering, sinister
Gave them hell on a musical scale
so heavenly production could prevail
Signing autographs, gothic 
Paparazzi catatonic 
while angels in my band, kept me prolific
Should’ve canceled tour, it was oblivion
Songs against religion
Promotions were demons sent
My vocals had to repent 

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Take a Man Out

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

Oh, yeeeeaah, it’s that time of the month
Invite a fella to breakfast or brunch
Matter of fact, ask him what he’s doing, tonight
Ride around town in those big city lights
Yes, this is a date
Hope you’re able to relate
What you looking for in a mate 
It’s 2015, reciprocate
So many years in the millennium
He wants to know, are you feeling him
How often can you deal with him
To what places, you’ll be bringing him
Chop it up, over some drinks and food
Get acquainted with each other, is the mood
He handles tip, you handle tab
Into new things, y’all can dip and dab
Catch a drive-in movie
The chemistry is groovy 
Moments sweet like smoothies 
Could he be yours, truly 
The evening still young and it’s not dark
Even go for a stroll in a park
Take a trip, right to the beach
He wants to keep you in arms reach

What if it’s his birthday
He has his own money to partaaay… partaaay
This type of stuff can happen, any day
Just find something to do, around the way
Sometimes, it don’t cost a dime
to chill and free your mind through quality time
Oooooh, you so tempting in your outfit and heels
Hit the dancefloor of bump and thrill 
Would he be wrong, if he goes for the kill
En Vogue with you, to give something he can feel 

Ladies, if he’s proper
Would you offer
to take a man out
Pay for him to have a good time, no doubt
Make September reservations
for intimate conversations
Then, take him home for warmly sensation

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Intellectual Sexual

I envision you in a wet dream
I’m ‘Sex Intelligent’, like The Dream
You and I can be a team, sexcellent
Your company is always pleasant
I’m intertwined, how you stimulate my mind
So fine, I’ll take it easy, just wind 
Tease me good of personality
Let me get in touch with sexuality
Entertain each other from naked spirits 
Desire to feel all of you, I hear this…

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

HMMMM! Your intellect got me so wet
BAAABY! Cum hard for me with respect

Hol up, hol up… Don’t be fooled by the glasses
I’m a legs and breasts man, I slap asses 
I imagine us engaged in a kiss
Flirtatious, to bury face in tits
Cover and smother them with some spit 
You take my hand to rub on your abyss
Get a sense of humor, working down to your clit
Prepare it like a project for me to hit
I’m stuck in translation of your lips 
Curious to have them wrapped around my dick
Fluent body language makes temperature rise
Oral skills fluid, head game wise
Pull it in a direction to have me realize
A jerk is sensitive, no shucking or jive 
You sucking, as my eyes undress our clothes
I see myself inside all three of your holes
Pussy deep, as a talk, I study pretty toes
Listen, while you moan for me, your goals  
I’m loaded into sex drive, updated
Stroke an ego and asshole, so lubricated
High from you being loud... I’m faded
I love a woman, who is sexy and educated 

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SENSEtive II: Fuckery and Bullshit

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

All right… Okay!

Flipside of a coin, y’all are twofaced.

I’m ahead of all of you, I’m fast paced

Make a man wanna seriously catch a case

How long do I stay humbled, intact with grace

Ooh, I’m sick of you bitches

with your bait and switches

Got more buffoonery than a witch

Siren mechanism to pitch

Use the cliché, men taught you the game

When all of us aren’t like that of blame

Lead man on, lead man off

A rock hard dick turned soft

Common courtesy and courting don’t pay off

Compliments or caring doesn’t lead to a loft

Doesn’t make a gentleman a pussy… gets the pussy

Find that hard to digest with shitted on chivalry

So, don’t ask me for any favors, I’ll pass

I ain’t getting gas money, no head or ass

Fucked, and not how I wanna be fucked

Sucking my energy, not how I wanna be sucked

Strucked, I’ve applied the method of fall back

Strong… I won’t cut too much slack

Now, I must have reciprocity

100% is still 50/50

Learned the opposite sex is from perception and fear

I predicted no more dating coming near

You create problems, aren’t even there

Jump to confused conclusions, no force there

Taking my time, I don’t claim who doesn’t claim me

You can expose YOU, trying to shame me

It’s crazy, that’s why bittersweet has set in

It hurts, too… got stories to be let in

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Left and forgotten

Smell crap, given rotten

Men are becoming extinct, y’all still niggas

Shotty him up, shotty him down, no made figures

Nothing iconic, just arrest warrants

Reduced by death in hands of twisted law informants

I’m thinking we’ve all seen the good, bad, and ugly

But, it’s about a trick or joke, until no longer funny

Not too many real adults, they’re kids

Trash everywhere, stink with unclosed missing lids

I ain’t dense to protect me in self defense

I’ve always been a one man’s regime offense

If it’s each person for self, I’m on guard

50 million excuses, lectures, and smart ass mouths I card

of why I can’t get mine, things for you, I did  

I must have an S or L written on my forehead

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

SENSEtive

All this fuckery

Misery loves company

Most of it is bullshit

Personalities so split

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Fuckery and bullshit say I’m so SENSEtive

Refueled, focused on bonuses and incentives

I don’t have to be about the life

Just show my medieval side

You’ll think Jesus is back

Then, I’ll be crucified

Everybody will be ready to beat my ass

That’s if you can get me to the cross, fast

I resurrect through you counterfeits

Wisdom as weapon, soon, I baptize the permit

Spit this venom like a sermon at the pulpit, nice

I caught the angry Holy ghost, can’t finish… CHRIST

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