It's raining Baby Mommas, say brother you got your hat? <br />I don't dream, I plan. I am not planning on Similac. <br />I am planning on an education, to keep my future in tact, <br />what would I ruin it for? <br />A 45 minute ride in her slippery sublime <br />for debts I'll be paying for a lifetime? <br />Examine, my brotha's, the simple score <br />Uncle Sam can send you to jail for non-support <br />of a child, you never even asked for! <br />My lady can beg, she can plead <br />but every month, I wanna see her bleed <br />to know she's still in the war! <br /> <br />Some women are lovers, by their very nature, <br />with insatiable desire; Some have liquid fire that burns <br />hotter and higher, each time you ride her. <br />Some chicks are like fine chefs, when they butter the cob... <br />But no matter how good she slobs the knob <br />you had better resist the temptation to come up inside her, <br />especially if you don't have a job! <br />These chicks are out here trippin', <br />like we are not all affected by capitalism. <br /> <br />A final note of Punany wisdom, <br /> Once a woman is pushing thirty, <br />her need for motherhood comes over her like a baptism. <br />But whether a black man works or he goes to prison <br />America will teach him all about economics <br />Comprehend the dynamics of 1 million enslaved brethren <br /> <br />It's raining Baby Mommas, say brother you got your hat? <br />‘Cause it's raining Baby Mommas <br />Oh, the pregnant possibilities of the skillful cat! <br /> <br />Jessica Holter <br />Writing as J Steal<br /><br />Jessica Holter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-raining-baby-mommas/
