Lapping Myself

With everyone, it's a different story
More like the same book, different covers
One of two genetalia, and different lovers
No siblings or some, maybe minus a father or mother
I'm in awe when my harem of hoes acts like they're not like the others
Like what chapters they recite to me would floor me
Sure, your setting is different, and sure your curves match your words
Make believe all the sentences are interesting, in reality they bore me
Most call me their love within their first week
Most want me to come inside them just off the slur in my speech
No touch, I don't have that far of a reach
I'd rather kick back, and let the swisher smoke loose than hear their screams
Or down a bottle of Grey Goose before they go down on me
Rather push the pedal down in the fast lane, before they talk dirty
In truth, I haven't met a queen
And the last twenty years flew past my soul's window so swift;
I thought I was living the American Dream
But naw, I'm just doing my thing
One silent step at a time, until I get to the point where it's --
'Major movement, or lose it'
Better let them go, or screw them
Tighten them up, until I don't want them anymore and watch their pussies...
Get loosened
My boys call me the future, I say I'm just reliving my imperfect past
In tenses that relate to years ahead of the rest
But they correlate that as
Haze's flow just being stupid, wanting to get me signed so I can better them fast
Like jealousy is just a treacherous step
And life is a synonymous task, I'm just a stone on the way to completion
And that makes sense more than anything written in the last twenty years
I must be looking at myself from my back about to pass
Like I'm about to pass