My Cutty-Cutty Buddy ... Fo' sho.
... She knows I got that wood, she knows that my sex is good ...
- There she was just relaxing in my black leather Lazyboy, in her white tank top, wearing a pair of my boxers. It's pretty cute, I can't lie. She thinks, she's a pimp. She thinks, she can do what ever she please. But I got news for her ass - Daddy don't play that tune. No. No. ... Okay, who am I kidding? Huh. She can do what ever she please. She's got me wrapped around her finger. I'm Superman - she's my Kryptonite. So I can't front, she is my greatest weakness. She can make me curl up like child - make me ball up like a fetus. She can. And I'm a grown ass man. Sad, I know. But that's why I love her ass. And that's why I'll always love her. Until the day I stop breathing, that's my baby. I would kill a nigga that hurt her. No doubt. Fo' sho'. Go Hannibal Lecter on those bitches. Yes. No hesitation. Maybe it's stupid. Maybe it's a little extreme. Maybe it's a gamble that I shouldn't take. Maybe. But, I don't care. I know I love that lil' girl more than I love myself. She is my motivation. She is my life. I love you, baby. -
- So.. there she was just sitting in my Lazyboy, painting your toe nails without a care in the world. An R&B radio station was playing lightly in the background through the living room entertainment center. I was sitting on a couch that was across from her. I was breaking up some hydro chronic, that was laid out on the coffee table. Yes, I do in fact smoke marijuana. I do. I smoke the finest budz. And hey, a wise man once said - it's from the earth, God put it here for me and you. :) ... So, there I was breaking up a bud, I noticed myself glancing over at this beautiful woman named Alizé. She doesn't notice me taking glances at her, and I don't bring any atttention to myself about it to her. I'm just looking at my baby, as she paints her toe nails. Something so little, so plain, was ecstacy too me. I chuckled slightly as I began to split a cigar with my thumb nail. I needed it for the marijauna I had already broke up. Get it? It was time to roll it up - light it up - inhale - exhale ... You can already tell. You know what it is. I glanced over at her, again. This time she caught me, red handed. I was busted. She smiled at me and spoke softly with her sexy voice. -
Alizé: What are you looking at ... Mister?
- She asked this simple question, while staring into my eyes. Ha. I was lost, instantly. I hesitated to answer. So, I looked in a downward direction momentarily, then brought my head back up, looking into her eyes, I replied easily. -
PooKie: ... The girl of my dreams. ... The apple of my eye. ... The wind beneath my wings. ... The air in my lungs ... My shawty.
- She giggled at my answer. Because she knows my sense of humor. She knew I was being serious, but she also knew I was zealously exaggerating for slight humor. -
Alizé: ... Ah, I love you too, baby.
PooKie: Do you ... now?
Alizé: ... Yeah.
PooKie: ... Yeah?
- I asked with a deviant smirk. She winked at me and continued to paint her toe nails. -
PooKie: So ...
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I hustle ... I rumble ... I make these bitches crumble ...
I got somethin' you bitches lack ... and that's a street resumé that goes way back..
All I ever served out in these streets was pure cocaine. Straight to the brain ... no pain. So much money gained.
My blessings, cursed..
My destiny - your fate ... I'm coming home. Give me the strength, Lord ... I know I am my brother's keeper ... I feel the repent. ... Now, burn ...
- A Message From Mr. PooKie -
