Working Woman

 I want you.

Naked. Covered only by covers.

You've been a working woman all day. Tonight, be my lover.
Once, twice, three times if you can take it.
The sex that women dream about, I promise we will make it.

I want to go deeper,wider, provide you beautiful pain
One that can only be compared to giving birth.

She's Lost

She's lost.

The "Baddest Bitch" searching for a "Boss"
She'll do anything to get him, no matter the cost.

Even if it's selling,

Her soul.

To get her wrist cold,
and some Gucci tops to go with her skinny jeans.
All because they have been telling her
she was beautiful since she was knee high.
Beautiful people deserve beautiful things.

So she began to accumulate a treasure chest.
full of meaningless watched, bracelets, and rings.
She'd never speak on the drama they'd bring.
 

We've failed her.

 We didn't give her the proper tools
so the streets just screwed and nailed her.

17 and pregnant, diapers before diplomas.
She signed a birth certificate before signing mortgage papers.
She owns a life, but she's not homeowner.

Another urban soldier, fighting to escape poverty.
Daddy can't help with her real estate
because he's busy being state property

She doesn't even know the meaning of self-worth
Loving the crew without loving herself first.

How can you blame her?
No home training, so niggas trained her.
Disrespected and neglected,
Never knew to correlate the dick with danger.

We associate this stigma to that enigma.

We need some help here.

Have you seen Her?

I'm looking for love, Have you seen her?
I don't mean "like". I don't mean lust. I don't mean "wifey." I don't mean fuck.
I mean love.
I mean one plus one. No extras.
Just us against the world.
With our love to protect us.
I'm looking.
All I keep finding are these other gigs.
I've met a lot of woman I could take home,
but none I could take to my mother's house.
I've had pretty girls: pretty smart, pretty bad.
They all wanted pretty "shit"
Pretty watches, pretty bags.

When I didn't provide Pretty with pretty.
Pretty got pretty mad.
She switched up pretty fast. So I left her pretty ass.

I'm looking for love. I'm not concerned with a trophy.
Pretty doesn't last anyway.

I'm looking for love. Please don't tell me, "Let it find you."
If that's the case, I'm going to sit on my ass and tell love to bring a job too.

So yup, I'm looking for love.
 

So patient I will be, but not because it's a virtue.
But because when you fall in love and don't get caught..
That fall right there will hurt you!

Regardless, I'm still looking for love.

That will forever be my agenda.

 I'm looking for love. Have you see her?

Let's wait

Am I wrong if I tell you that I want to make love to your mind first?

Before giving back shots that sweat out hair and make spines hurt.

I want to make you mine first. I want to put in time first.

I want to eat outside before I devour your insides.

I don't want dessert. I want to dine first.

Can we have a glass of wine first?
Act like kids and bump and grind first?

Don't spoil the pleasure of anticipation, leave the lights on.

I want to see you shine first.

I'm already impressed with your body;
I want you to show me how your mind works.

What makes you focused, how your grind works
before I make your inner thighs hurt.

Postpone the climax for the end of our love movie;
don't give it to me in the intro.

For now, your beautiful face is the only place
I'm checking for a dimple.

Having sex is simple; making love is for grown men.

Let's build a relationship with God first, if eventually we're going to sin.
Let's not do it when our bodies tell us.
But when our hearts and mind say it feels right.

I'm just praying it feels tight
because loose lips sink ship.
Weak walls makes house tumble and fall.