Aren't you tired of being a boy
Not financially stable
Use girls as a sex a toy
Still watching foolishness on cable
Living in your mother's home
Eating her chicken too the bone
Time with her is not spent
Leaving her in disappointment
You don't do chores
Yet to your mother's house you bring your whores
Leaving the females, in the house to do the work
While you go to the club, watching girls twerk
Your wrongs you don't want to confess
Your so firm in your selfishness
You use your job as an excuse
But yet, to give people, at home, their rightful money,you refuse.
The fact
Is that you act
Not like a man, but a boy
That doesn't give people,that love you, joy
For they, have already, run the race
They know for your selfishness, in the future, what will take place
But still, when they try, to show you this, you get mad
Making them sad
©arianna.b
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