Stop if you heard this one Tee Tee came home from work and stopped by Taco Bell Let's just say the meal wasn't adding up in her stomach... Her Man .....Ray-Ray was at the Playstation playing the game She ran past him went in the bathroom and called out "" Ray-Ray bring me some Tall Latisha " He said " i dont know a Tall Latisha " " stopped cheating with them basketball babes long time ago "..... Tee Tee said " Naw....aint none here with me" ..... he jumped up and kicked the door open...threw some "Tall Latisha " in and sat down! They been married for "Sebben" years... Or whatever she said.... ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia

Today centers contact around… being proactive (What does being proactive mean for you?) A small trace. A mark left without explanation. What you offer can be brief. A line. An image. An acknowledgment. Leave it where attention happened to land. Here's my offering: Creating you own opportunities and shaping your own destiny 🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

after Craven Smith Latisha. Not the short one. The tall one. The one who has the same surname as Steve. I’d watch her go by my homeroom class—walking the halls of Springfield Gardens High School—none of my homies gave her a second (or first) look. Latisha, the tall one, a late bloomer with a cute ass overbite. I’d get weak at the knees when she smiled. I would’ve loved for her to choose me for a semester full of uneven hickeys. But a wet-behind-the-ears freshman had no chance at a twelfth grade goddess, dressed in no-name clothes, sporting a short bob with bangs and a nameplate necklace. Latisha, the tall one, slimmer than a lowercase l. Old Timers would talk about skinny women and say, “If she’s slim, she’ll make ya head spin.” I lost track of my high school crush when Stride Rite went out of business. I’d walk by, watching her sell baby shoes, on my way to shoplift hip-hop cassette tapes out of Sam Goody Music Store. Latisha, the tall one, bailed me out of Mall Security jail with just her employee ID and a beautiful but guarded smile that you’d rarely see. (Because she shied away from her own reflection.) We sat in her Mitsubishi Mirage listening to Babyface and Tevin Campbell. It wasn’t my preferred listening choice—but my newly released TOO $HORT cassette got confiscated. The security guard threw it into a box marked “shrinkage” and made me sign a document marked DNR. I almost died, seeing Do Not Return stamped at the top of the page; it had me on the verge of needing resuscitation. That ban barred me from my boo! That day lives on in my mind, although Green Acres Mall passed away. She still haunts my fantasies and catalyzes memories… Mr. Woolery, a great chemistry teacher, assigns permanent lab partners to the two Latishas in our class. He points at a metal stool, next to the Magnetic Polarity chart, and tells me: “You’ll be with Latisha. The tall one.”

I've seen Sunrises and Sunsets And when her cry is made manifest it rains loud I cant be proud I refuse the ego I must wrap the Glory of my Manhood strength and affirmations they are in my mouth my arms must comfort her Soul The image of my Priesthood The existence of her survival to be wholesome Sometimes I cant stop her tears I never want any fear to arrest her I denounce any negativity to her crown But what she carries sometimes is too heavy.. Because she cares Whats expected is just repeat and do it again This corporation does not innerstand her and they never will.... Her children are sacred Her gifts are sweet like honey The Money of her Spirit makes her house rich She owes nothing I AM her shield Come take my hand Rest Recommissioned Refined Restored I AM here for it all ©️thelyricalexodus #tresduravia