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    MENTAL BOMB BLAST (i.e. the end of innocence)

    Blackman

    It's a Friday night

    and here I am

    Damn!

    trying to recover enough mental ram

    2 convince myself that I am myself

    despite the last

    22 hours

    2 minuets

    and 22 seconds

    aka

    the half life of a mental atomic bomb blast

    but I'm real enough 2 know

    ain't no flags gonna fly at half mast

    not for a fool

    they only make statues of them

    with a gold tear placed

    2 honor every tear he shed

    right David Ruffin

    that man sang that song like he once posed

    4 the sculptor of the statue

    I ain't posin 4 a damn statue

    but I will seek a statute of limitations

    on my heart's deprivation

    maybe I will find a sympathetic judge

    lest you be judged right baby

    but right now you ain't worrying about me

    you probably eating fudge

    because

    I was the one who said it's over

    and why

    I can't deny

    once the words escaped my mouth

    I wondered what the heck you sayin Dee

    but yeah

    it was me

    see

    I always prefer a quick death

    2 a long drawn out homily

    all that leaves is more animosity

    than you're feeling right now

    I was taught a man accepts

    blame 4 being

    it doesn't matter what his lady says

    or what she is seeing

    because anger makes a woman's eyes

    lie

    and say things she can't quantify

    men have always said it's a woman being

    emotional

    and as a man you have two choices

    smoke a dub

    go 2 the club

    and drown your pain

    in the healing game

    i.e.

    find a femme

    fuck a femme

    or say

    but that ain't me

    I let my Playa Card expire

    in my grandiose delusions

    I thought

    yes thought

    despite my obvious faults

    that I was represneting

    the

    Black Male Aesthetic

    or more accurately defined as

    the study of sensori-emotional values

    Big azz VAL on the youse

    sometimes called judgement of sentiment

    i.e.

    being a predator is easy

    4 men like me

    but my word is my veracity

    my bond

    ain't no magic wand

    gonna cure all that a heart accumulates

    not when stake after stake

    has been driven into its center

    funny what a person remembers at times like this

    a teacher in high school once said

    in describing the impact and power of an atomic blast

    that sand fuses into glass

    I wonder if it's the kind of glass you can

    toast life with

    or if it reflects a life at the epicenter of a mental bomb blast

    I seem 2 recall I did rather well in his class

    never wanted the bell 2 ring

    or the history lessons 2 end

    you see

    history or her-story is a friend

    that will, in times of emergency

    defend

    motives and debunk assumptions

    so with the resumption

    of your life, and yes it will commence

    the hurt doesn't just dissipate

    but the pain makes sense

    everybody who been down that road

    shake your head one time

    in the affirmative

    like yes I can

    yes I will

    no I won't

    no I can't

    yes I can live and love again

    yes I will believe in the power of love

    no I won't be afraid of being hurt by love again

    no I can't stop believing in the power of love 2 heal

    truth be told my love is not incarcerated

    but it is out on apppeal

    so

    check it out dawg

    it's a Friday night

    and my main man just called

    asked whazzup

    I said everything and nothing Bond

    he sighed

    and said quitely

    yo..time 2 ride

    or emotionally die

    so I'm going out

    but I've put myself on emotional house arrest

    so I got the ankle joint

    what's the point

    motivation and expectation man

    see

    I have made it this far being Dee

    not predatory

    I mean

    damn the club does have a Unisex lavatory

    i.e.

    woman and man

    like a helluva lot mo goings onwnnn up in 'dere than

    ummmm...washing hands

    like glands

    and..y'all get the picture

    my mental restrictor

    ain't but 4 one reason and one reason only

    because when a dude is in predatory mode

    all he wanna do is find a femme

    and..ahem

    shoot his load

    and man I don't wanna see the hurt on another woman's face

    the disgrace

    when she wakes

    and I'm like you ready to leave

    trust and believe

    I'm tempted as Hey-yell

    but she

    i.e.

    the prey

    might just say

    around mid day

    why did you hurt me like this

    what did I do 2 deserve this.....disssss

    and I would ask myself

    Brotha Dee

    what happened 2 class

    and dignity

    and respect

    so I am gonna come correct

    no pun or fun intended at all

    the game

    that's what it's called

    but dawg

    it ain't a damn game

    when a woman is tryin 2 find her panties

    hangin her head in shame

    nah..

    then it's real as rain

    and just as fuckin slippery

    i.e.

    slimy

    slithery

    fake

    like a maa'fuckin snake

    in the garden of good and evil

    and I gots 2 be good

    'cuz see

    I'm on appeal

    and God is the judge

    lest I be judged

    unworthy of being

    DEE

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