Locks

Locks, Locks, Locks

I have always wanted them.

They are my strength.

They are my pride.

I feel gangsta, sensual and regal

All in one

One lock at a time

Each lock has its own meaning.

Each lock has its own place.

It’s my dream to have my locks down my back.

But I feel these locks are holding me back.

I have been thinking

And this is a hypothetical.

What if these locks come with chains?

Holding me back from making it in the real world

You know what I mean.

I’ll have no problem in the creative world.

They will look at my skills and think she's cute.

But in the corporate world

I’ll be looked at as,

Someone who is probably trying to scam them

And when I get her alone I'll buy a dime bag for tonight.

People, I don't get them?

Locks, Locks, Locks

Where are the keys for these chains?

By Rouge