MY MACK

Going a little Urban on this

 

 

I didn't mean to upset you
I understand why you went on the attack
But if you will just give me a minute
I'll respond, to this thing you called "My Mack"

 

You speak of it like a verb
Like something I use to attack
No, really "My Mack" is an adjective
It speaks to how you look, feel, and act
Baby, "My Mack" is superlative
It describes your beauty to an absolute fact

 

It has sat inside of me waiting
For your distinct unique precious soul
I could never be used on just anyone
For that would defeat its purpose as a whole

 

No, my sweet tender angel
"My Mack is meant only for the best
For of all God's sweet revelations
He set you above all the rest

 

You are a beauty of his great creation
A reflection of Eve brought to life
The kindling of my eternal desire
You are what every man wants in a wife

 

Angel, "My Mack" is exclusive
It was designed and perfected for you
It's not about lies or platitudes
"My Mack" that I give you is all true

 

So please excuse my boldness
But I had to come ask for your hand
For if I never gave you "My Mack"
Then how could I ever be your man?

 

© 2013 Eddie Phillips