Supreme - Recoil

Supreme talks about his baby’s mother like a whore

Sweet sixteen she is

With future

Uncertain

Love

Incomplete

Soapy days for Jr. and she

At three

Supreme comes to give his boy a pat and a pound

Put his hoodie on the couch

His Timberlands up on the chair

So his bitch can bring him a beer

So

This is the Nuclear family?

Mommy

Baby…

And Daddy makes a mess of his baby’s mother’s hair as they fuck 'til her mother

comes in from work

She’s playing house

He’s playing man

And Jr. is the only one who accepts he’s 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 three to six

Supreme leaves out before Mommy comes kick his lazy narrow behind back onto the

street

He’s not a corner boy

The bodega in the forty’s 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 baby’s mother do

Dousing the sidewalk with wretch of a boy/man

Breaking Friday night to seek man/hood 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 I’ma 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 three

The baby’s mother waits

Jr. in her arms

Patiently at the door

Doesn’t know what she misses

Locked into the routine

A project queen

Supreme rode off into the sunset with a three to six 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 baby’s mother

(Life on the outside ain’t even worth it.)

Shit

Shit

Who screwed whom?

There’s 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 who’s getting dicked?

Who reigns supreme?

Who reigns supreme?

Who reigns supreme?

Who reigns supreme?

Who reigns supreme?

Who reigns supreme?