He showed no control as he
Allowed his ink to flow.
He laid with so many women that
his life was nothing but a porn show.

Any woman could have a time
Inside of his draws.
Anytime his cell phone rung,
He hoped for a booty call.

As he went from woman to woman
His seed flowed from within.
So many innocent children 
Were birthed from his sins.

While the silly laden women said,
"Oops I made a mistake".
He would only say,
"That's your prob.", 
Then he'd forsake.

For years he spurted forth life
And forsook his responsibilities.
Now that he is worn out,
He has had his fill of these.
In his regrettable despair,
He went back to repair.

His children have grown up,
Without a father's concern.
They will want no part of him,
As he will soon learn.

As reality slowly sets in...
He cries in a secret place. 

If your path in life is 
Similiar to his,
Remember everything ain't
"Hoop there it is."

If you continue on this road,
In being a sinful whore, 
One day you will look back
And wish your life was more.

When all has ran out,
Including your grace,
You will cry all alone,
In a secret place.