Written by C Hues
March 14, 2024
I pick up a pen to stick up men This is my weapon, I been up since 10 A.M., and sleep by 4, it rains it pours I lost my job, my household chores Are getting old, and it’s outta control The 30-year-old with a teenager’s soul I mean I feel like Peter Parker but black I’m runnin’ out of money and it’s funny in fact I got some dates comin’ up, and I’m hatin’ the sun My reflection’s messin’ with me sayin’ I’m done When’s the last time you won? One of a kind— A loner by name, you were just a rebound But she was the same, or a backup, young black pup Keep your head up, usin’ that woman to make another mad You got three at a time and another first day next week Yet nothin’ in your pockets but your phone and your keys.