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Controlling ones we stay away from

Can’t be with them for your freedom

Stressful life we don’t want that

When they look like ugly bat (lol)

They’ll be adding nonsense problem

Like a puzzle cannot solve them

Does not work but wears a hat

One of them ones built like gnat

Chasing freedom we Intend to

Getting home most days at ten two

Seven that Is not that bad

So you know I did write Glad

Jokes aside these men control to

Feed their ego full In blast too

Overall I think they’re sad

Only girl In life they had

Possessiveness Is what they’re on

Embarrassment I think they’re gone

In the head they go abuse girls….

Jealousy Is what they’re on

Checking phones constantly on

Looking through the phone for wrong

Lack of trust they’re In their feelings…

Manning up they can’t for long

Jealousy you see their eyes

Controlling ones yeah In disguise

Hitting girls are known as cowards….

Can’t be men they not them guys

Drinking does not help these guys

Low IQ they’re not that wise

Can’t be Stern just like that Howard….

Dopey ones are on the rise

Can’t be drilling If can’t handle

There’s two sides of every angle

Out the door you go and leave

Don’t come back go wash your sleeve

Fireworks like Roman Candle

Know a bloke who’s name Is Randle

Went through same and took the lead

Not looked back life changed believe

Them the types can’t deal rejection

When they lie on net perfection

Show the world they living life

But he murdered her with knife

Feds can do a better ‘spection

Need to stand up like erection

Lock them up throw key away

Off the streets and out the play

Better system needs for justice

Can’t be smoking zoot of blue cheese

Get on track and save the day

Give them sentence locked away

All these techs these days are useful

What they do back doors not truthful

Will the public ever know

Popcorns out enjoy the show

In the mirror look like youthful

In my thirties seeking peaceful

Writing rhymes from bungalow

Giving dawah on the low

But for real whatever’s happened

So you know my mind Is patterned

Clouds are dark and grey and gloom

Like that villain Doctor Doom

Prayers up we’ll beat these spirits

Evil as they come Inherits

We will brush them with a broom

Far away from peaceful room