Lets Compare

Let’s Compare

J.Stankin

 

Let's’ play a game;

Queen vs. Peasant

There are reasons why I’m the full moon

And you display the crescent

The purpose of the game

Is to explain why I’m preeminent

And you were raised bland

Why I’m molding into a hard stone

And you slip right through

like sad sad sand

 

 

The rules?

There are none.

I’m about to play you so cold;

You’d wish you never stepped to me

See..T Jones raised a Queen

She taught me to get it by any means

Allow me to teach you proper

Maybe you’ll be able to express more

Than just busting out ya jeans

 

I grew up following  Momma’s rules

Went to school when

“I don’t wanna go to school.”

who gives a *** about valuable tools?

When you as pretty as me it’s hard to lose

At least I thought so

Trying to succeed past the hood

without selling my soul or going out like some hoe

But it’s hard;

And trust me, I know you know

We will refrain to mention your actions behind closed doors/

 

Its streetwalkers like yourself

That make it hard for a real woman

Having no standards, morals, or goals

The experts at ‘making it real nasty’

Letting whoever inject filthiness into your holes

My slim physique screams hard work

What do you have to say for your rolls…………..

 

I guess those accumulated after all the years of homewrecking’

laid up on the couch

Swallowing cum and taking shots

I reckon...

Barely advising ya own kids;

Just to engage in stealing someone else's man

Just sit right here baby; Let a QUEEN assist you

In creating a real life game plan

 

See pretty soon

It won’t matter who has who

The strong will divide from the weak

Queens will exceed

While peasants remained focused on ‘trying to compete’

 

God prepared me

So it took me little to no time

standing on my own two feet

Yeah I hated you before

You took something precious to me; A potential King

I loved him wholeheartedly; not once did I cheat

But now…

I just wanna teach you

how to put something else to ya kids mouth’s

Besides lil boy skeet  

 

I’m glad she instilled this high-class mind into me

Without a real woman guiding me

I don’t know where I’d be

Lord bless the children of a peasant

Cause no matter what you tell them

They never seem to learn their lesson

Bless em’

 

Stankin.