Peter was 6 foot, handsome features & an easy tan
& was laughing at an obese man, Mike, with greasy hands
They were at a fancy restaurant, Peter eating slobby
The fat dude sitting alone, wanting to be somebody
Who wasn't disrespected, an object that chicks rejected
But he was better for it, even with his bliss affected
But I see it in this perspective,
He only missed what didn't deserve him...
bitches & hoes incapable of forgiving & learning
he only realized the feeling inside of being unappealing & cried
His rough outer demeanor was barely concealing his pride
So that night the tears welled but he didn't release them
he should've rejoiced, over taking his life & giving it meaning
Cuz saying he was worthless was a false presumption
Mike was kindhearted, no matter how slow his pulse was pumping
he didn't use people, over clout or their clearance
& he never thought twice about their outer appearance
He wasn't fearless, wasn't perfect, shit, he was ugly as hell
But he also wasn't beautiful & smug with himself
Instead he was usually somewhat hearty & bright
when Mike went home, Peter drove to a party that night...
on the corner he saw a black man, dirty, born in the city
at the stoplight, the man tried to converse, He was imploring & witty
And of course Peter immediately saw this fellow was black
& said 'I aint giving you money nigger, keep selling that crack'
That was as the light turned, the black man old & his head was gray
& Peter couldn't run from his personality, even as he sped away
Pete wasn't THAT bad of a dude, he cooked & was funny
..plus people respected him for his looks & his money
& His friends often came over for a beer during the week
but in reality he only had himself..
To stare at in the morning... at least