Please Bitch, Please!

You’ve got no right

Just out of spite

To say I am no fixer.

I work these hands ’til blister.

My friends, they call me mister.

But you misread me.

Bitch, belead me…

This shit here don’t fly.

You are not my guy.

We ain’t buds and just because

You wear a ring I gave you.

Permits you not to shoo

Shoo me from my comfort zone.

You’re at home.

You got dawgs who love you!

Me? I’m out here, who you?

Buddy?

Ya you…what you want?

They all flaunt

Their power over me.

I can’t be

A salesman unless they want me to be…