Beer Thirty

When I first met my SpottieOttieDopalicious Angel, I can remember that damn thing like yesterday. The way she moved reminded me of a Brown Stallion horse with skates on. smooth like a hot comb on nappy ass hair, I walked up on her & was almost paralyzed. her neck was smelling sweeter than a plate of yams with extra syrup. eyes beaming like four karats apiece just blindin' a nigga, felt like I chiefed a whole O of that Presidential. My heart was beating so damn fast.... never knowing this moment would bring another life into this world. Funny how shit come together sometimes... ya dig?? One moment you frequent the booty clubs & the next four years you & somebody's daughter raisin' y'all own young'n. now that's a beautiful thang. that's if you're on top of your game and man enough to handle real life situations... Can't gamble feeding baby on that dope money, might not always be sufficient, but the United Parcel Service & the people at the Post Office didn't call you back because you had cloudy piss... So now you back in the trap just that, trapped... Go on and marinate on that for a minute!