Duality

Duality is:
An instance of opposition or contrast between two concepts or aspects of something;
That’s the actual definition
Duality is a character trait that everybody has,
It can be passive aggressive, or riddled with microaggressions,
In a nutshell, Everybody operates with two sides
So, One night I was chillin’ with a bunch of chickens
You know minding my business how I do
Then a bold one, tried to strip me then she kissed me on the cheek smelling like cheese and cheap cigarettes
I smoke too, so I know the difference between a Marlboro, a Newport and a Kool
Not even a Camel light, a breath that would gag your asshole
Now, I usually don't feed into overtly sexual gestures, hell, I'm mad awkward myself
I'll just be like, “Yo, it’s gray outside, I hope it doesn’t rain all night.”
And that loosely translates to something like “Yo, I’m slurping that coochie TONIGHT!!”

Anyway, I stepped back and asked her not to do that as I noticed some homeboys were staring to see how far we’d take it
You know, That insatiable male gaze?
So I smacked the hell outta her,
Normally I wouldn’t do that but they wanted a show, so I gave ‘em one
I remember back when I was sleeping one night, I got hit twice by a fist, and then bit on my forearm
I managed to push her down, kick her in the head and then I called the cops:
You know that the mutha fuckin’ pig looked me dead in the eye and said: “Sounds like a TOUGH TITTY!”
“Stop calling us,
Protect and serve your own nuts!
We don’t do shit about domestic violence or homicides, you should know this much, just don’t let us catch yo ass stealing Dutchmasters, hoe”
He ain’t say all that but he might as well have
Back to duality
So, my homegirl,
From a place that shall remain nameless, engaged me, in a conversation one day
Describing her wild escapades, and accolades only valid in the streets, if you know what I mean
From my point of view she seemed easy, then she started ticking of a list of her standards,
Like damn bitch, how you require yo man to have a car but when y’all finished you back on foot. Not even a day pass sis?

I have a brother, not by blood but by bond,
He’s someone I can call on to look out for me in any altercation, but the problem is, his women come to me
And expect me to talk to him about his hoe ass behavior,
No sis. Just like hoes can’t be housewives, they can’t be husbands either
At the end of the day he will be balls deep in punani, cause he’s a gigolo so take whatever he’s offering you and move on, cause quite I frankly don’t give a shit  
The point is, embrace your two-sided madness, and it’s okay to find humor in other people’s duplicitous bullshit even if it happens to you
And with that being said
Have a lovely evening with your two-faced asses