Recoil

Supreme talks about his babys mother like a whore.
Sweet 16 she is,
with future uncertain,
love incomplete.
Soapy days for Jr. and she.
At 3, Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound,
put his hoodie on the couch,
his Timberlands up on the coach
so his bitch can bring him a beer.
So, this is the Nuclear family?
Mommy, baby... and
Daddy makes a mess of his babys mothers hair as they fuck
til her mother comes in from work.
Shes playing house,
hes playing man
and Jr. is the only one who accepts hes just a child.
Wild nights she had with a swish of her stuff,
knocked up to a waddle,
a baby carriage bustle
and still gets her play.
But her dream is true romance...
well sorta
Everyday from 3 to 6.
Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the street.
Hes not a corner boy.
The bodega in the 40s is midblock where bullets flock,
no names engraved and he may be next.
Shielded by the patron saint of the brothers.
Being there is all there is.
Living lovely without turning the corner,
reaching for a swig brings sweat to his brow and shit to his mouth,
dispelling knowledge on the stuffs,
the pleasing things the babys mother do,
dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man,
breaking Friday night to seek manhood in a paper bag.
Says, "Fatherhood is real cool
and the kid looks like me so she better not let nothing happen to him or Im a gonna kill the bitch."
Sudden twitch to the roll of the wheel,
trained steel stained blue puts
punk on the wall for some trumped up call from precinct 101.
Monday at 3,
the babys mother waits,
Jr. in her arms, patiently at the door,
doesnt know what she misses.
Locked into the routine,
a project queen.
Supreme rode off into the sunset with a 3 to 6 all his own.
Took a week for her to find out,
a minute to promise devotion,
her life on hold as Supreme calls checking on his boy
(and the babys mother).
Life on the outside aint even worth it.
Shit.
Who screwed whom?
Theres not enough room in the pen for them both to stay locked into their little worlds they will.
Leather gear, X skullie, Size 2 Docs.
Man, Jr.s the fliest shit in nursery care.
Paid for by W.I.C.
so whos getting dicked?
Who reigns supreme?
Who reigns supreme?
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