Aint No Future in your frontin...

This one goes out to all you folks out in bloggerland who are holdin' on to fake identities and secret lifestyles. A poem I like to call: No Future in the Front

On the front door ain't no knobs, or door knockers. Just a plain door without the frills.
Of course one can easily see the mystery right away. Don't play, just be real. Knock on the door, and you'll see it is hollow., can't you follow? one swift kick and it will cave in. Can't hold the heat and cold drafts blow in. Keep it real, be who you are, cuz one day the secret becomes a scar. Keep on Frontin and the world will know you as a liar.

The front door is the portal to your fort. The dynamic entry to all sorts of reality. Do you really want to continue this fantasy? Aint no Future in your Frontin. Keep it movin Dog. Do you like kissing the princess who is really a frog. Mistaking Droopy for Deptuty dog. Callin Fat Bastard a heart throb, Be a snob like paris da dishwasher blond bomb shell with secrets as well...oh swell, what you thought we couldn't tell. Might as well keep it real. Here's the deal. On the low, pick out yo fro...and hold his hand. Be the man. Not the clam, deep in the shell. It is better for us sharks in the sea. I like to know the difference from you and me...perhaps then we can better understand, the master plan...but until then aint no future in your frontin.

I aint hatin on the way you roll, just displayin how the game got you controlled. Afraid to be who you really are, diverse and all, at the club you scream "yes, yes, y'all" but at home you say "hell naw!" pick and roll aint a basketball play it is the safe way to play. Back and forth only works in the swimming pool and with airline tickets. Lemony Snicket or Snickers. Grab your knickers and keeps it real.

Dedicated to all the women living with AIDS - contracted from a Down Low Demon.

En Peace!