One thing for sure I don't like trashes
I always see it everywhere on his face
Shouting boy and cursing everywhere
Him talking on its own is my pet peeve
Stains on shorts and casserole stink
Throwing it away instead of cleaning it
A boy who I assumed has OCD but not doing anything
Thinking that every girl is his maid
See trashes and unorganized things
But act like he's paralyzed to do nothing
A boy that don't often use feet and hands
But do often use his mouth and shout
A boy who wants praises as a father
Who want lies that he's a great model
But who would dare to say that he is great?
Cause his daughters and even
my mother knew what's real?
Ever wondered why I didn't use the word man?
Cause I never see his matured mind
Now He's overthinking what did he do that make us mad?
Bro, we're mad not because you're doing bad,
We're mad because you're doing nothing that's loveable.
