...As I Stare At The Ceiling!

...As I Stare At The Ceiling!

A Poem by Phunkadelique
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The frustration of a man's search for love.

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So...I try to be me to the best of my ability,
but n****s like me are a rare breed, indeed!
Damn near extinction!!!
Dudes with distinction!!! Intelligent, know a thing or two,
who actually gives a DAMN about you!!!
Am I wrong?!...HELL NO!!!
It's hard to be somebody else when I been me for so long!!!
I'm sorry for knowing the difference between wrong and right!!!
I'm sorry my dad taught me what a REAL n***a s'posed to be like!!!
I try and I try, yeah I'm a stand-up guy,
you want more of the "sit-down" type...WHY?!
N****s who can't stop, WON'T stop being lazy!
And not just physically, B***H is you crazy!!!
Man...f**k it though!!! Them n****s fucked up yo emotions,
you spell-binded...I thought I had the potion, GUESS NOT!!!
You ain't the one for me, better yet...I ain't the one for you!
I want you to be happy, stick to them n****s like glue!!!
Find a n***a who WON'T be there,
find a n***a who DON'T really care,
find a n***a who'll call you a b***h and hoe,
find a n***a who's DUMBER than the knob on a do',
find a n***a who ain't doing S**T with his life,
find a n***a who DON'T wanna do you right,
find a n***a who just tryna f**k,
find a n***a who JUST DON'T GIVE A F**K!!! (cause I don't!!!)
I PRAY that you find what you looking for,
I PRAY that I find what I mistook you for!
Niceguys finish last? FALSE!!!
Niceguys don't finish at all!!!
Halfway through they turn into the other type,
cause they know they'll NEVER win if they ain't the other guy!
So I stand here as a niceguy slowly dying,
externally I'm cool but internally I'm crying,
cause I told myself way back in this crazy a*s world,
that I would never change for ANYONE, 'SPECIALLY no girl,
so it's a battle everyday to stay alive,
but I'm strapped with knowledge that has a will to survive,
but if I don't make it, tell 'em to remember me,
so maybe one day they can revive me...remind me
that I am and forevermore a niceguy,
evident as the days and the nights go by,
being me is such a wonderful feeling...
and this is what I think about...as I stare at the ceiling!

© 2009 Phunkadelique


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Added on March 9, 2009
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