I Do.
I ain’t no groupie chic
Nor am I a doobie trick
But I am a character in a scene of a
Stellar flick.
Top billing
Willing and able to do
What it takes
To be a box office smash.
The movie of your life.
No tickets will get sold of course
To this sold out performance
That includes only two—
You and me
Homie
Me and you
Your mama and your cousins too
Will not be invited
To the premier
But maybe to the encore
Performance
That includes two platinum turntable rings
And a mic
Hosted by an emcee with bad hair
Spinning the standard
Get the wedding party moving records.
Jumping the broom
Is the same from continent to continent
An old slave story
With new characters
Playing people
Who want to do the right thing
And end up doing
What they want
That most times ain’t right
Or wrong
“It just is”,
As their future marriage counselors will say.
Even the realest of real men
End up spitting this classic rhyme
Called: ‘I think I love my wife’.
Borrowing soundtracks of their bullshit
Life from hot chics
With glossy weaves and
Compelling collections
Of past dicks
They manipulated
And capitulated
And strangulated
For nothing more than
A penthouse and a dream.
Cream of the crop is who you marry
Carry over the threshold of your dreams and a plot
Of land
Make more babies than two busy souls have time for
Cause it seemed like such a good idea at the time.
The early wining and dining
And fondling and faking orgasms
Turns into
Whining and leftovers
And masturbating in the shower
To avoid hearing her fake orgasms.
You grow together and sleep in separate rooms together
You become a team of dual finances
To support all those college educations
Of all those babies you made that seemed like such a good idea at the time.
In the end, the dream is what it once was
Just no one told you what to expect
Once it wasn’t.
Life, love and marriage is an epic film
Produced by idealism
supported by divorce lawyers
Made possible by a grant from mama and them’s need for grandkids.
Still.
Knowing the future, I don’t need a crystal ball
To tell you
The beginning of the movie is always more enjoyable than the end
Cause the director never does it
Quite the way it could be.
Besides you can’t fit real life
In two hour increments
Of complete and utter torture.
But you can
Fit
Me and you in a room
And see what becomes of it.
I ain’t no groupie chic
Nor am I a doobie trick
But I am a character in a scene of a
Stellar flick
Top billing
Willing and able to do
What it takes
To be a box office smash.
The movie of your life.
No tickets will get sold of course
To this sold out performance
That includes only two—
You and me
Homie
Me and you
Your mama and your cousins too
Will not be invited
To the premier
But maybe to the encore
Performance
That includes two platinum turntable rings
And a mic
Hosted by an emcee with bad hair
Spinning the standard
Get the wedding party moving records.
But first,
you gots to say
I Do.
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