Auntie’s Theory Chile If you able Sit down at this here table I have somethin to share with you real quick I got a bone to pick Auntie took a sip of her tea Before she schooled me She looked as if she was about to be heard by the CIA Conspiracy Parting her lips like she had something serious to say Girl These men out here don’t mean you no good A lot of them come out of the hood They lie Cheat And want live on your street They could care less Claimin your address She leaned back in her chair Giving me one of those I can see right through you kinda stares Now I see that you wide open Hmm I was hopin But it looks like I’m too late He got you after a few dates And dont you be tellin me its fate Chile I can smell That man you dealin with don’t mean you well He’s a rat Plus he looks like he might get down like that Auntie raised her eyes As she tilted her head to the side What you mean Auntie? I don’t understand I played it off before the sh*t hit the fan Chile He must be layin down that pipe ’Cause you sho’nuff ain’t actin right You gettin older Dont you know Men don’t think with the head on their shoulders All they wanna do is lay up in the bed Girl Don’t tell me you givin him some h… Auntie shook her head If she wasn’t black she might have turned red Never mind I don’t even wanna know what’s up If you tell me some mess like that I just might throw up From the look in my auntie’s eyes I knew she wanted to know But I took a sip of my Pepsi And let it go Now you listen when you get home Make sure you check his phone And you gotta be quick like a rocket When you diggin’ through his pockets If he do got a job you get his whole check Give him what’s left after you set Keep up your guard ’cause it’s gonna be hard Them snakes have a stash They good for lyin about not havin no cash And If he starts actin funny Don’t you give him none honey Listen Chile I’m givin you some good advice You hear? I ain’t sugar coatin’ nothin I’m makin it crystal clear Auntie can I ask you a question? Yup I’m done with this session Wheres your man Strauss? None of your got damn business Now get the hell outta my house! An excerpt from Unprecedented Melodious Words of Ajee Da Poet Vol. 2 © 2014 Shelley Fowler
Posted on: Tue, 08 Jul 2014 15:37:13 +0000
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