Lil boys in men's bodies worn as if a sleeve... Fakin the phunk jus wantin in between a woman's seams... Makin the real ones appear to be jus as shallow as they've become... It's childs play as they hit it n step into the goin away as they run... Ain't got it in em the feel a female once they give up the goods... Simple lil bastards only thinking with their misdirected wood... On the down backside of feelin her skin... They find it funny to bust lose at the ribs... Takin into account all the minds that redirect intent towards those like me... Lookin in the reverse at the opposing gender as if we were to meet... Runnin into issues that wasn't caused by a real man... Bad judgement in the disguise of immaturities damned... Broken by the hands of a so called male... Pretendin she's felt as the end winds up failed... They jus wanna touch what they do not have... Hormonal delinquents wantin to get their dicks wet... Offering what they could neva give from their empty chests... In full camouflage in patience for the dog to dig in so deep... Needin to penitrate as a falsified friend in need... Sex is on the mind as shallowness revolves thoughts on a youngsters world... As it's sad that those who should be grown still carry on as if it's boys verses girls...
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