Don’t Wanna
by Brother Dash
I don’t really wanna be your…
Regrets and falsehopes
Your life of dysfunction
Your I shoulda, I coulda, I woulda
If only if
I don’t really wanna be your…
Replacement for him
Real or imagined
Your basement unfinished
Your hopes that diminish
I’m not the change in your pocket
That you try to make holler like a dollar
I don’t really wanna be your…
Mistake your misstep
You misspoke so dismiss
I don’t really wanna be
The child that you never had
Or that scene in the movie
Your sugar fix
Your candy wrapper
That you bought for 50 cent
I ain’t the daddy you never knew
Or the mama that refused
To excuse the juice you spilled
On her fine bearskin rug
The only thing we have in common
Is not seeing your yells
As cries for a hug
I don’t really wanna be your…
Clown on the stage
Your latin lover on the page
Your flesh made of rocks
With a heart that won’t bleed
I ain’t the man that won’t sin
Again..again…again…and? Again
I don’t really wanna be
Your emotional slave
Your missionary master
Told I can’t hurt
And I best to not cry
Play dead
Now look live
“Yassa boss” shuck and jive
I don’t wanna be your spit
Your mucous, your verbal defecation
Your pain nor your pleasure
Your quest for buried treasure
The face to your fist
The hell to your bliss
The heart to your knife
I’m looking for the thief
That punched a hole and stole my life!
My throat’s tight
My words choke
My pain speaks
My face soaked
My soul drips into a salt pool
‘Cause I don’t wanna be your fool
Hey, great! I can very well understand the message behind it! Thank you again. It is like I was reading about myself…lol;-)