No Longer On The Prowl
At a tender young age…
My adversary tried to damage me twice
But I’m cool as ice
No I’m ma let the truth be told
After the coast was cleared
The women thereafter would assume I was cold
And my speech was a bit too bold
The women’s souls that I bought and sold
Trying to prove a point
That I’m still the joint
And refusing to be Punk’D!
Giving them a lot of junk
While taking a lot of junk
Thinking I’m keeping it 1hundred.
Or keeping it Funky…
But my issues were weighing me down
Like a Junkie’s Monkey
Plagued by a past offense
Afraid of my future defense
The offense was suppressed for years
Devastation! Desperation! Desolation!
Could have, should have, would have been my culture
Like a vulture…Hovering over my prey, victimizing them
The victims of my wreck-less bed-slaying was many…
Watch out Wilt, I was serious
Find them… Fuck them… Fleet them
That was my life… I had a wife…
Yeah married once, but I would do it twice
The second one I promise would be Priceless!
So here I stand a black man in all me splendor
That past lifestyle I surrendered
Cause the one I’m with, she the sh*t
Without her, I ain’t sh*t
What we have isn’t forced
Because of the interaction and communication
Our relationship is reinforced
Cause she is all I need… Of course
No longer a womanizer
No longer a vulture…
…on the prowl!
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