His Alter ego
Began, a ruse
Something to amuse
Gun Slanga
“What I want….I always get!”
I am that brother…
No Need for Another
The cutie’s, with big booties… bent over seductively,
There’s nothing I want I don’t get”
Sounds like what I have been told about you
The man behind the creation of the MC…
“No MC, just rappa”
A booty tappa
All said playfully
So much truth in disguise
In the freedom of autonomy
A joke is always so revealing
who are you really?…
Gun Slanga
Self congratulated big bootie banga
Proclaiming, you know what you want,,,
Killing the “black man stereotypes professionally,
The job, the house, the life
Yet emotionally … yet at this age “no wife”
Just jokingly leaving remnants of woman being
Sexually needed only
Your chosen alter Ego, the cliché
Lady tapping, rhyme rapping dream sold fantasy
Life imitates art
So what happened to your heart?
I hear versions of discourse
They paint love with distrust
Women with no affinity
Your admitted love crimes
Describing activities fit
For Gun Slanga
That rapping Playa
You use to masquerade
The taunting voices, of
shameful choices
You have made concerning “she”
Your truth I see
the aspired role
The Winner, Ace in the hole
A life you visualize,
You don’t believe will materialize…
Seems you learned the hard way
playing the game will get you played
Drawn to who you appear to be
a harem of living pleasures you call treasures
They see…
Handsomely created, educated, God-fearing, grew up with a father good to his mother
Don’t need another type of brother
Yet They receive, MC
Your altered Ego
Jokingly you speak
Sadly, I hear
FEAR,
Vulnerability, a rap you don’t want to spit
Can’t control it
Love… is God given
Like free-falling,
no net
You get what you want.. the job, the house, the life
what’s left…?
I can see it hidden in this joking ruse
disguised, clichéd lyrical alter Ego Gun Slanga….
slanging your regret.
Stuck in her power, your rapping muse
The reason you use…
For not being ready
Gun Slanga
That brother no need for another you claim to be
Its amazing
The truth a joke told
About the dreams you sold
Gun Slanga is what you call him
Even that holds nothing true
Not about you
Slanging Guns is bold,
No Fear in slanging a gun
It’s cold
How you run?
smoked by the past….
That was then, it didn’t last.
It may be time to stop rapping
Gun down, the clip is empty
What you want, you may get..
You know those…
Cuties with big booties bent over
Easy to “hit”
Even easier to quit
When asked about family… your response said love is what you hope for
You want more….
Inhale God, Fill your lungs with faith
Exhale the doubt Let the wind carry fear away
You believe denying
Is how your surviving
Denial is killing you
Cutting short the breaths you take
The beauty in the memories you make
Pain can conquer emotional possibilities
Those voices of “what if” are ….New choices of love opportunities
So Gun Slanga, you the man dating my best friend.. JOKES aside.. Seriously
.Don’t let Ego alter You Permanently
The Weapon, The Cure, The Reason 