"Jack Off"

She calls me Jack Off because she says I act like an ass. Sweetheart, sweetheart, listen here, I don't want to be your friend. I just want to hit it. I tell em what they want to hear, whisper in their ears, "I can be your superman. I'll wrap you in my arms, keep you warm with my cape. It's our fate to end up together." See, she's into guys with a gentle side. Well, guess what? From this moment on, I'll have her believing I volunteer every Sunday at shelters to feed the hungry. This other girl I met says she only deals with thugs cause they sex her right. Well, my story for her was I sell drugs, bust guns and I fight. When I'm around her, I wear my pants a bit lower and walk a bit tougher. Sex is rougher, hair yanking and booty spanking. She asked why don't I take off my shirt. I told her I don't like to expose the gun shot wounds; they bring back memories I'm trying to block off. Yup, yup, I does it all. I have a car for those booji joints and a nice account for the gold diggers. But honestly, in all reality, I work a normal 9 to 5, but these days if you ain't a athlete, females ain't satisfied. If you ain't a superstar, a rapper or a half-decent actor, there's no girls interested. It's more materialistic, rather than love. There's no communication, no relation, no trust. So don't be mad at me, I just get it how I can. If I was to tell you the honest truth, exactly where would I stand? Would I have a chance, or would you take one glance and label me under the same category as every other man who you simply brushed off? I'm just a player in this game that you girls created. I'm not saying ALL girls are the same, but just the ones that I've dated.

~ Jack Ofal Trades