Try to give’m my heart then he stop it from beatin
He’s the man of my life and he leaves me feigning
He goe out like a light when it’s time to repay
No other force in this world that can keep me prayin
Got a crypt in his step, almost makes me melt
But I’m thinking he be winking when I’m on the left
He so fine all the time and continuously cognizant
When goodies on parade are approaching the moment
Keeps me up on my toes cause there’s many a woman
Who be vying for his strap with a bounty’s vengeance
So many to his avail, showin em groupie love
Be textin so he don’t forget ‘em, spreadin thick as butta
There be times when I cry, cause he swear he right
Sayin I worry too much and stay so uptight
When he wanna be soothing and he in the mood
Only one in his world that can make’em loose it
Got me all up in his dreams from the head to the toe
Support em in his missions, keep his visions rollin
Told me to bring a playa down you must learn to treat’em
Bring’em food when he famished, ah massage for his feet
Wipe the sweat from his brow, be his girl fantasy
Make room for his faith though you don’t believe
The exterior may be hard, never showin da teeth
Even a thorn can be weak if you know how
da reach’em
Author notes
From the Pimp Chronicles
A contest entry
- Show Me Your M-E-T-H-O-D, Man by secberm.
1000 points, ended August 23, 2008, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Very nice, a love that shows a deep understanding, and great flow.


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Definately much Soul & Love
for what you do in this piece. Clearly it shows that you have FLAME and swaggar in your 'Method' with representation. Bravo, I enjoyed this to the utmost.
Good luck.
Ephiphany




