Mas o Menos

Good God I've beaten the odds plenty of times before
Took women out of my humble home and closed the doors
Now arrogance resides and its tried to explore
Sub-level basements to rooftops, tightened screws to loose locks
Indecisive, but when the truth stops
I take everything in stride, kill lion prides with loose flocks
Harems of my exes still feel that their juice box
Is every man's thirst in a drought, but I wait for the rain drops
Celibate for three years strong, wanting to give temptation a chance
But fighting it with every time a woman comes up and asks me to dance
With a hip-hop background I haven't broke ground in five years
With a lust for my passion, getting back on ground is one of my fears
With an unclear future I'm feeling more or less like a loser
With dreams chasing me when I should be the pursuer
Should be feeling newer, but I'm aging at a quickened rate
Than most my age, so more or less I'm feeling like most of them can't relate
Then I say, "Chill N.A. pump your brakes."
Lusting late, loving too soon like I had my life backwards
Was loving life like life even mattered
Hating the ones closest to me, because they progressed faster
Now I've finally caught up, Elisa is asking to bear my children sarcastically
And there are at least three other women after me
I can't decide on a profession...
Become a professional or profess my skills naturally
In other words, bare my boredom or bear myself drastically

Seriously though, come talk to me.