When The Baby Comes! A Poem by Kamal Imani (3155 hits)
When the baby comes They'll be no more sleeping you'll be tired as a mule and far from having swag, being lit and looking cool
when at 3 in the morning pass the crib you're creeping You'll put your kama sutra on hold Ikea and babies R us will be your weekend you won't be thinking about relations or even cheating
When the baby comes When the baby comes You didn't consider, that your fat ass friends, Marlene, Rushumba and Chandelier could run until you asked for a babysitter
You're husband will look like a free slave as people think he working at the rite aid every time the little brat drops it's bobo at 4 in the morning yo Dads right back to rite aid when the pampers are low Now woman, you know that ain't right! Sending that man to the store
at 6 in the morning for those baby wipes.
It's your turn to sleep, you think your burden got lighter Can you do me a favor, can you change her diaper?
we're doing the matrix dance as we sneak pass the crib and I'm wondering who'se this little chucky who took over where I live? screaming and yellin like he a boss even got on gold chains trying to floss I'm getting all fat, no time for sleep, some cookie,to work out or run So whatever you wanna do, you better get it in before the baby comes.
