5 o' clock on a weekday morning....
awaken by NBC broadcasting news. I'm yawning...
Lay there for hours anticipate the sun before/ I start my morning jog
then hit Fitness Plus to work my abs, cardios & quads
tryna abort this permanent infant I've been carrying ever since
I could remember. As my belly's steadily extending
The pregger of A stubborn baby I can't abort, though try to starve it.
crunch it & other acts to target
to get to the core to flush it.
Pray for it's death while
in the Milledge building up sweat while I'm treading
& sprinting for miles & miles.
Harder & harder....
only to come up torn hamstrings & broken tarsals
While this toddler I try to keep pacified with water bottles
Sweet cravings become more dominate. Krispy Kremes keep callin' a
brutha like Pookie. I'm resistant
til trips outside of the woods got me tempted to get my fill,
b4 I hit home, where civilization's a distant.
Stuck with what's in my refrigerator, with no desire to bake or
fry up a meal. A salad would only make a brah pissed,
can't get a full sensation. back & forth in the fridge craving
for something to stick & leave him with his belly aching.
canned beans & rice in dbl portions & any meat substance
Got me feeling I cheating myself & my morning workout was done for nothing.
All becuz I couldn't resist a doughnut.
& another... & another dozen.* But shit was delicious.... So Fuck it.
Fat chance I'd have a 6 pack to show like Usher
A fat chance, I'd have an ass you can use to bounce a quarter
A fat chance... but ain't bitter, You see
God made me who I am..... I can only be me.....
Fat chance I'd have a 6 pack to show like Usher
A fat chance, I'd have an ass you can use to bounce a quarter
A fat chance... but ain't bitter, You see
God made me who I am..... I can only be me.....
Fat Chances Pt. 2
I could take pills to speed my metabolism. It won't matter
cause even if I lost weight, I'd still be above the average
Not according to the mass of me. Based solely on personality
I cry for Mary Blige. Cuz she missed out on a man like me
Happiness can't be measured, as I give props to the Heavy Hitters
Never followed society standards, I can't dismiss my sistas
Pleasantly plump. Like any carnivore, GIVE ME MEAT
Fuck a wine & dine. Rather hit the buffet with Monique
Ain't nothing like the Real Thing, modern Marvin in search of Tammi
Some use extravagance as an executed plot to get in the panties
Use her insecurities against her to hit her then quit her
Like he doing her service getting served by a pretty nigga
Always dishes on the side. Never the trophy wives.
So it seems.....
cause men are more vain, than women could ever be.
But attitude goes a long way baby.
ain't nothing sexier than a woman with a high self esteem,
& a heart humongous synoymous with her appetite.
Though still count calories so her jeans won't get more tight
Not to keep me, that's how I saw her from the get-go.
Besides that's what attracted me. Loving to see her fat ass as it wiggles.
It's a fat chance U'd have a body that kills like Janet
A fat chance, U can get away with sport thongs to attract men
A fat chance... don't be mad. just more to love, boo.
God made u who u are.... You can only be U.
It's a fat chance U'd have a body that kills like Janet
A fat chance, U can get away with sport thongs to attract men
A fat chance... don't be mad. just more to love, boo.
God made u who u are.... You can only be U.
*(FTR..... I can not devour more than a dozen in one day.)
© 2008 GeeDeVille Publishings
SIDENOTE: I was 10 lbs. heavier when I did this. HAHAHA!!!! (2 months ago) I said I was gonna try to get out the 200's by March, but I'm already 198. YEAH!!!
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