Saturday, November 11, 2017

In Da Tub






Go, go, go, go go, go, go, baby
It's your bath time
We gon' party like it's yo bath time
We gon' pour  our sippie cup  like it's your bath time 
And you know we don't give a rubber duck
It's not your bath time.

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of bub(bles)
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having clean water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap  if you want to see me scrubbed 

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of bubbles 
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having clean water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap if you want to see me scrubbed 

When I pull out up front, you see my clothes have grub
When I roll twenty diapers deep, it's twenty soiled  in the hub
Babbies heard I roll with dad, now they want to show me love
When you smell like yesterday's dinner, and the people give you shrugs
But homie ain't nothing change diapers down, hands up
I see my toddlas in the cribs that baby roll the playpen up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a baby or simp
Been hit wit a few dinner stains  but I'll eat all of my shrimp
In the daycare  then the teacher  saying " baby you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love comfy socks
But holla in day  school them toddlas tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the ga ga goo goo game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my Mommy  on my mind
I got a meal  out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now Mommy  said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her hands start the bath, the dirt on my body gotta go.

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of bub(bles)
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap if you want to see me scrubbed 

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of bubbles 
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap if you want to see me scrubbed 

My flow, my gotta go, brought me the bath 
Parents, grandparents  bought me all the things 
My crib, my little tikes,  my bikes, my  stools
Look baby I ain't changed 

And you should love me clean way more than you hate it,
I got a whirpool going, rubber ducky in it, I thought you'd be happy I made it.
I'm that toddler in the bath laughing at the good life,
You that nasty dirty diaper baby causing yo parents all types of strife. 
When I get to cleanin and scrubbing my body in the bath it's on
I wink my dimples at you, if you look I'm gone,
I'm out the bath hot as fire, bare but running and turn,
If you talking bout me baby  I ain't concerned,
I'm goin' tell you what Elmo told me, "go head' and happy, happy, dance, dance'
If the babies cry let them cry
watch the snuggles pile up
Or we go upside underwater in the clean  tub,
you know where I be

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of (bub)bles 
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap if you want to see me scrubbed 

You can find me in the tub, bottle full of (bub)bles 
Look mami I got the smile  if you into baby snugs
I'm into having water, I ain't into dirty tub 
So come give me some water n soap if you want to see me scrubbed 

Don't try and act like we ain't clean babies now
In tha bathtub all the time toddla', so it's a problem, get a pacifier, CLEAN UNIT!

Thoughts And Prayers




Thoughts And Prayers 


I'm sick and tired
Tired and sick
'Thoughts and prayers'
They really do stick,
Like gum on a wall
Or bullets in a chamber,
That can rip through flesh,
 So this is the new danger?

'Thoughts and prayers'
Are really just that,
For if you don't ACT,
Then what good is that?

Prayers  for the masses,
While they're murdered at mass,
Thoughts for the kids,
While they're murdered in class.

I'm tired and sick
Sick and tired
Of reading about shootings
And I'm really just mired.
Mired in the violence,
Dumbstruck by the silence
Of our people to act
What good is that? 

But, now's not the time to sing this ryhme.
Perhaps I should harken back to a more peaceful time?


A time when we weren't sick and tired, tired and sick,
Sick of the violence,
Tired of it. 
Tired of violence,
It's really just sick. 

Can America stop it, or are we obsessed with it?