She called it right...

Sitting here on the park bench

With my lil baby boy

I stand 6'3, 222lbs

Milk chocolate skin

Sean John jeans and shirt on

Signature Yankee cap on tilt sideways

Towards "Gangsta"

But im not a gangsta.

Peepin the fineass

Low milege, chicks

Jaguars, cougars and MILFs

A onederful selection of my favorites.
Lots of cleavage showing

With a hint of droop

And a pinch of sag.

I smile at everyone as they

Smile at me. (I can still feel their eyes now)

Smiles and glances all around

I continue to enjoy the cool breeze

The change of the autumn leaves
Gets me in this mood

The sounds of the wind

The language of the ladies cussin

At their badassed kids

Then i saw her.

She took a puff then blew it out

With lips pursed at me, as if to kiss.

Light blue jeans, pink baby phat tank top

Yves St. Laurent silk scarf on

1st victim i laff to myself

Then i lay my eyes
On the next chick

Chocolate skin

Grey tee shirt, grey mini skirt

Heavy breasted, petite bottom

Rollers in hair, bowlegged,
Napsack on her back

Extremely ghetto ackin

(I said ackin not acting) ...lol

I chuckle to myself

"She is the one"

I snap a few flicks of her

Then introduce myself

Hello, Im Sir E.Brown III

But my friends call me

Mr.Onederful

She smiles and says my name is

Peaches

We both smile at each other

Thus Peaches begins to enjoy

And start to expierience some of my

Artful, bourgeois, ghetto-assed themed

Bullshit

As my ex called it...