No Control

No Control

 

My homie spotted a female from afar and said, “Damn! She bad as f**k!”

I replied, “Yea, I suppose. But I can clearly see up close from afar that she has no control.

In fact, the only thing that she has control of, is your attention with her stroll.

Her external appearance hides her true soul.

You’d probably hide your true goal,

Of wanting to get in her mixing bowl.

After all, to you, she’s just another fish that you want biting on your fishing pole.

However, she wants a king to take her to where the limitless go.

Beyond the stars, maybe to a celestial pole.

Someone who’ll understand and accept her body and soul.

Someone who’ll protect her land like the border patrol.

A fatherless man who’ll tell her the things that only his daughter should know.

But, most men cannot grasp the fact that playing with woman’s emotions is like treading water ya know.

I mean, but back to her appearance,

Her outfit was some “Jays”, short-shorts, and a t-shirt she got off of clearance.

You know the old saying about first appearance,

Hers was the epitome of incoherence,

And displayed not a drop of perseverance,

Man this girl has no. Control.

She often ate apples with black skin and white flesh,

To fill her stomach with greed unto death,

And she grew to see dying as a pattern that’s beautiful in it’s way,

Her emotions, she could manipulate and display,

She knew that pain was inevitable, so the pleasure she would delay,

Questions everyone’s loyalty like her best friend was once Betray

Before she’d accept care she’d rather decay,

And I mean, that way of thinking is cliché,

Man this girl clearly has no. Control.

If the way she thinks is cliché, then most likely, so is her attitude.

You may compliment but she probably heard it before so she’d respond with callous gratitude.

You probably think her bad attitude will limit her altitude or aptitude,

When that’s not factual,

Because you don’t know her from the next person strolling down this avenue.

Because she has not control, you lose control of what’s valuable.

You don’t give a damn if y’all are compatible.

You only want to be adaptable to her liking so that she can find you admirable,

And with that risk capital,

The relationships is collapsible.

Because she had no controls, which led you to being irrational.

When all said and done, someone will indeed be implacable.