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We get into our evolutions ever so often when we are alone... Us men, have depths that surface in which makes the mind wonder of home... Hidden behind the front is a solid officia individual with cracks to let jus enough light in... N the real ones, we wait patiently tip live in a different sense that shape shifts chuckles flowon through grins... We feel... We jus don't care to share what makes us who we are due to females can't be trusted with our hearts... The whole flipping off art the gums n turning us inwards against ourselves jus ain't something that tares us apart... So we sit auth the silence that calms the nerve... Soon nothing but watching life pass bu tryin to figure out each day without saying a word... As the thought coolness to mind of how it is we're happier riding solo jus bcuz no ones actually stepped to the plate... N if they have things jus didn't line up help a lifetime excised upon the face... We exist, we jus ain't for the fuck shit of catering to a woman's ego that eventually belittles us all... The good ones rest easy with the peace divided within... Teetering on echo would compliment the details a friend that doesn't drift from the reason tickling the ribs... The truth in a man is in the way we ain't afraid to find peace in the solitude created by too many round abouts... Knowing we have a deeper purpose goon to waste that jus refuses to come out... N it ain't no fun being a hoe when the time consumed is all for a quick thrill... Though needs wanna be met even when hearing females tongues that have no chill... Always worried about every other one they think we're feelin on... A real mo fo can see these type ain't for the right thing so ores easy to be thought of as a whore... Jealous curiosity helps us decipher who's who... N we appreciate the insight as we enjoy cutting a type loose... With no fucks given for we dodge careless immaturities that have insecurities lingering... We don't mind doing a lil fingering...