Issue 5, April 2008

Man I love this girl,
Man I love this girl,
Sure, she can’t read,
Don’t have a G.E.D.
But she’s perfect for me.
What is love? Let me see
To die for her, or she die for me
I’ll wash her feet when she’s tired,
Rub her back, ain’t done that in a while.
We have five kids, so you know I love this girl
Even though she’s brought six more into this world
Eleven kids? Yea, that’s true,
By five different men? What’s a brother to do?
Some say, “Leave her, she’s a mutt,”
I bet you wouldn’t say that
If she was your mother
Yea, she was defiled by other men,
But what am I to say
I wasn’t there to save her.
I had no out date.
But hey, I love her, that is no doubt,
And we’ll be together when I get out
So she has six kids that are not mine
With my five, we will be one of a kind
And all thirteen of us will enjoy the world. Why?
Cause, man, I love that girl.