Who's the Master?!?!?!

I'm a Master orator

Master orchestrator

I'm a Master fisherman

Just call me a Master baiter

I love to argue

I'm a Master debater

I turn offense to defense

I'm a Master Coordinator

A Jedi, never on time

Call me 'Master Later'

I shred these cheesy bastards

I'm a Master grater

Yes, I am better than you

Call me Master Greater

I just blew up the spot

I'm the Master detonator

I'm Hot and103

That's my Master's degree

My ambition knows No Limit

Call me Master P

There is a lock

For the top spot

I am the Master Key

My ancestors were slaves

But now I Master me

Not from KC

Yet I'm a Masterpiece

Out dipping my whip

Rather masterfully 

Rocking a green Jacket

On the Augusta Greens

Tough, like Sho'Nuff

Who's the Master?

 Me!!!

Lewd and Lascivious Company

I want to despise

The deafening cries

Of my flesh

This visceral need to breed

Is beginning fester

Carnal are my desires

Primal at best

Sweat beads my crown

As Palpitations hit my chest

My stiffening wood

Puts good thoughts to rest

Her body suggests things

A moral court would object to

It's true

I know better

And I want to be blessed

But the beckoning of my loins

Crave her thighs and breasts

Her biscuit

Fluffy and buttered

That had to come from her mother

Lost in how it moves

I shake my head and I shudder

"Regain your cool young man"

 I mutter to myself

She joins me at my table

The Gin is top shelf

Glass lowered from her lips

The rim lipstick stained

Our connection never in doubt

So much remains

To be gained by she and I

By the close of the night

She is off in a few

And asks me for a ride

The butterflies inside

Calmed by Bombay and tonic

She then eyes my lap

Finds a spot

And sits on it

Her lips meet my ear

And clear it becomes

The type of ride she wants

Once our drinks are all done

I am indeed intrigued

By her indecent proposition

This type of daring endeavor

Is truly what I've been missing

Keep in mind

There is nothing

That a brotha can't handle

Be it shenanigans

Smut

Or inconspicuous scandal

But then I lay the rules

And make it clear

That I am the type of guy

That has a woman at home

With a leading role in my life

I try not to cross the line

And keep it above brow

To make sure my gutter dwelling

Doesn’t dip too far down south

She promises the risk

Will be more than worth it

Indulge in watching her work it

As I stare and I jerk it

Common sense says go home

And I'm inclined to agree

Yet unfortunately

My brain isn't thinking for me

What is the end game

To this frivolous thrill?

To sit and simply imagine

The true depths of her skill?

I find it hard

Very hard

To leave a challenge undone

Even one like this

Laced with danger and fun

It's a wonder I'm not wealthy

Because I think if I were

I would gamble often

But stealthy

My many actions absurd

But I'm not

And I believe that it is for the best

Already putting my bounds

And limits to the test...

As Seen on T.V.

 

I view and observe

This madness on my screen

Saddened when people of color

Are disgraced or demeaned

It would seem that as Blacks

We have closed the gap

And established a place of worth

On America's map

But that's the trick

Sans the treat

The occasional bone

That gets thrown our way

Gets us invited to Rome

And as we know

When in Rome

One is to mimic the host

Caught up in the many "things"

That they value the most

Coerced into the thought

Of having Heaven on Earth

Though the price of our very soul

Was negotiated at birth

But at the first sign of cash

Souls are sold in a dash

Forgetting all we've learned

Simply to boast that we have

So happy to be a "Have"

No longer a "Have Not"

Then acting a straight ass

In classless acts in the streets

Images negative

With everyone that they meet

For instance;

One finding pride

In being a side piece

The proverbial dime piece

With a "good head" on her shoulders

She gets wifed,

Divorced,

Now she's pushing a 'Rover
Then it's reality TV

She's really trying to get over

Not knowing

That her 15th minute

Couldn't be any closer

No justifiable talent

Kinda Kardashian like

Can't sing,

Dance,

Or write

But always rocking a mic

Mini skirt

Thigh high

Unbelievably tight

Tweets are misspelled

But we're to think that she's bright

(Sike!!!)

She has a counterpart

And he's rocking a gold chain

A medallion with his clique,

His neighborhood,

Or his name,

He's buying out the bar

Or he's making it rain

Can't really do both

That sir, is insane

He goes by "young",

LiL,

Or a variation of such

He's rolling like 20 deep

Clearly doing too much

Always looking for ways

To put his hood on the map

A grown man

Thinking he's free

But yearns to earn...

In a trap

I digress

It's a mess

But I can't and won't judge

Some forces immovable

No sense in trying to budge

It's just cases like this

Where ignorance is bliss

Money foolishly spent

Value placed where it's not really meant

Not downing any one's hustle

No disrespect to your grind

I'm just encouraging deeper thought

Suggesting using your mind

Find time to see

Where your destiny lies

Leave a legacy

Before permanently closing your eyes...