When the baby comes <br />They'll be no more sleeping <br />you'll be tired as a mule <br />and far from having swag, being lit and looking cool <br /> <br />when at 3 in the morning pass the crib you're creeping <br />You'll put your kama sutra on hold <br />Ikea and babies R us will be your weekend <br />you won't be thinking about relations or even cheating <br /> <br />When the baby comes <br />When the baby comes <br />You didn't consider, <br /> that your fat ass friends, <br />Marlene, Rushumba and Chandelier could run <br />until you asked for a babysitter <br /> <br />You're husband will look like a free slave as people <br />think he working at the rite aid <br />every time the little brat <br />drops it's bobo at 4 in the morning yo <br />Dads right back to rite aid when the pampers are low <br />Now woman, you know that ain't right! Sending that man to the store <br /> <br />at 6 in the morning for those baby wipes. <br /> <br />It's your turn to sleep, you think your burden got lighter <br />Can you do me a favor, can you change her diaper? <br /> <br />we're doing the matrix dance as we sneak pass the crib <br />and I'm wondering who'se this little chucky who <br />took over where I live? <br />screaming and yellin like he a boss <br />even got on gold chains trying to floss <br />I'm getting all fat, no time for sleep, some cookie,to work out <br />or run <br />So whatever you wanna do, you better get it in <br />before the baby comes. <br /> <br />Another Spoken Word Poem by Kamal Imani c2017
