For thy entrance, mama cried heavily on the labour pallet
Beside mama thou warmth covered in a light duvet
Seed planter providing for all even not thy regular desert
Baby sitter relaxing for him being thy chauffeur
Everyone seemed to care
Officially welcomed with a name, signalling thou smile first
Genesis of thy pride for the world wouldn't refer thou HER
Little by little thou grew fur
Around sensitive parts were adolescent hair
Infancy to manhood visions and thoughts became clear
THY POOR MAN!
Social lifestyle witnessing boy-girl relationship
In transition yet paying attention the love fellowship
Like the ancient Northern-Girls shown accepting matrimonial ownership
The broken heart sailor always arrive with its ship
Onset the keyword is friendship
Peers and influence teach the sip
Addiction lifestyle is flipped
Facial expression hallmarking thou tips
Responsible home breaking bottles
Slayer booseman battles
Portrait drunkard pixels
Respect No! children chuckles
Just a brush not inner circle
First timers naive on virgin purples
Professionals body counts bangles
Everyone wants a virgin, who's into the ones with the bundles?
Pointing offenders thou secret issues we'll handle
In love with pornography or a brother to masterbation
Lazy horny lustful soul self occupation
Just like the drug addicts "coke" promotion
Happiness found in teaser concoction
"Ghetto's turkey" habitually insane
Touched brethrens turn away
Bathing the Word all day
Good habits thy prey
We've deeply repented thou hearts heavily say
Nicknames ears dump to hail
Greens always mimicked
Living a life of timid
Bullies voice thy panic
Like thy innocent souls of Titanic,
Or a folktale maybe a comic
Holding not thy family doctrine, infected thou life with societal immoral chronic
THY POOR MAN!
Preacher men worry
Lengthy scriptures thou carries
No time gamers clubbing naughty
Grandpa grinding massively as in forty
Spendrifts echoing we're outside still four-thirty
A successful crime thanking the Almighty
Danger acrude in bounty
Mob attack, God's intervention antics
Years service for the nation
Family reacceptance joy thou heart penetration
Epitome deadly many stories
Oh! Thy Poor Man
Look naive and innocent
Why portray immorality when there's sense
Cometh nothing
Why eyes wilding greed to earn everything?
Leaveth nothing
Why thou won't be contempt?
For if thou knoweth thy hereafter worth, thou would be humbled
No! thy poor man
BY: CAMARA BARNES
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