Mystery Poet  

You will always be my Ghetto Queen
When I come over your place I thought I took the wrong route.
Cuz when I looked on the porch I saw a raggedy couch.
Let me see 1236. Yep that’s the place.
Looking at all these thugs I better grab my mace.
You open the door looking so fresh and so clean.
When you should have spent some money on a new door screen.
I walked in your place. I had to take a step back.
You had all leather furniture, and of course it’s all black.
There’s a picture of a panther and he looks like it’s in a tree.
Then you got a small television on top of a big TV
I go to the kitchen, and look at the stove and you say,
"One can is marked chicken, and the other says fish, cuz I don’t throw no grease away."
The kids where making noise in the tub. So I followed you the quickness.
I didn’t see any Mr. Bubble. All I saw was dishwashing liquid.
We come back to the kitchen, and you ask me have I ate?
Cuz someone had a barbecue and gave you a plate.

You will always be my Ghetto Queen
You get the rapid refund cuz you want your check right away,
But when the check comes in you spend it all in one day.
When your bills come in you have a fit.
For months now you didn’t pay. You just put a little something on it.
Put something on it? Why are your bills so late?
It’s not like you paying rent. You’re on Section 8.
The way you try to hide from the Phone Company is insane.
Like putting the bill in your baby’s name.
You would think your pockets would be stacked,
But I guess most of the money goes toward the new Cadillac.
You got the Caddy loaded. With broken power seats you can’t afford to fix.
Where I’m from we call that nigga rich.
I’ll give it to you. You hair stays tight,
But your kids are always nappy headed. That ain’t right.
You need to go back to school, and hit the grades.
That way you can get a good job, and stop being a nurse’s aid.

You will always be my Ghetto Queen
Oh boy she is rolling her eyes. That’s so rude.
Watch out when a Ghetto Queen gets an attitude.
She’s working her neck & her eyes are on fire.
I just hope this evil witch don’t slash my tires.
How come every time I come over here she has to trip?
Getting all worked up with her hand on her hip.
Wow she is screaming, and her forehead is getting wet.
You would think with all this screaming she would be out of breath.
Watch out for that skillet! It looks like solid lead.
Good I ducked before it hit my head.
Where did this violence come from?  Isn’t this all wrong?
Can’t we all just get along?
You only see a Ghetto Queen get this mad.
I’m just glad she’s not breaking the lamps at my pad.
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