| Supreme talks about his baby's mother like a whore. | |
| Sweet 16 she is, | |
| with future uncertain, | |
| love incomplete. | |
| Soapy days for Jr. and she. | |
| At 3, Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound, | |
| put his hoodie on the couch, | |
| his Timberlands up on the coach | |
| so his ***** can bring him a beer. | |
| ' So, this is the Nuclear family? | |
| Mommy, baby... and | |
| Daddy makes a mess of his baby's mother's hair as they **** | |
| 'til her mother comes in from work. | |
| She's playing house, | |
| he's playing man | |
| and Jr. is the only one who accepts he's just a child. | |
| Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff, | |
| knocked up to a waddle, | |
| a baby carriage bustle | |
| and still gets her play. | |
| But her dream is true romance... | |
| well sorta | |
| Everyday from 3 to 6. | |
| Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street. | |
| He's not a corner boy. | |
| The bodega in the 40's is midblock where bullets flock, | |
| no names engraved and he may be next. | |
| *****elded by the patron saint of the brothers. | |
| Being there is all there is. | |
| Living lovely without turning the corner, | |
| reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow and *****t to his mouth, | |
| dispelling knowledge on the stuffs, | |
| the pleasing things the baby's mother do, | |
| dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man, | |
| breaking Friday night to seek manhood in a paper bag. | |
| Says, "Fatherhood is real cool | |
| and the kid looks like me so she better not let nothing happen to him or I'm a gonna kill the *****." | |
| Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel, | |
| trained steel stained blue puts | |
| punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101. | |
| Monday at 3, | |
| the baby's mother waits, | |
| Jr. in her arms, patiently at the door, | |
| doesn't know what she misses. | |
| Locked into the routine, | |
| a project queen. | |
| Supreme rode off into the sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own. | |
| Took a week for her to find out, | |
| a minute to promise devotion, | |
| her life on hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy | |
| (and the baby's mother). | |
| Life on the outside ain't even worth it. | |
| *****t. | |
| Who screwed whom? | |
| There's not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their little worlds they will. | |
| Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs. | |
| Man, Jr.'s the fliest *****t in nursery care. | |
| Paid for by W.I.C. | |
| so who's getting ****ed? | |
| Who reigns supreme? | |
| Who reigns supreme? |
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