Submissions by baws

Love, if found, man's glory
If lost, woman's history
He hunts
She runs

Lay on my bed
He plead
In his way - victory
In her regrets - worry

Before marriage, his sex pleasures
In marriage, sex chores
Frequent him to cloud nine
He'll hate the dotted line

Men chase
Women race
Thy man will put the ring
If you're not cheap for a fling

The arrival of a boy child
Parental congratulatories,
to the baby, wasn't mild.

Ghetto, from Heaven, is the destination
Slaughter of poverty was the contemplation
Growing in the hood;
Eternal bliss of devilish mood
Growing in the ghetto;
Misery our motto

Every turn of sight;
Young ghouls hustling tight
Peeping through tunnel-hope
My foresight altered by dope

Future presidents, doctors, engineers,
Rolling crack
Ol' Gees, definitions of lack

In inward glimpse of my soul
Is the 3D of me with bound sole
Is...