Death To This Playa
By Kenneth R. Cabrieto

            Feel more alone now,
            Than I've ever felt before.
            Used to be a playa,
            Used to be "THE" playa,
            But now I want more.

            Tired of leaving shorties,
            By themselves early in the morn'
            Tired of makin' love but not feeling it.
            Tired of not being in love.
            Want to be in love.
            Want to move on,
            Want to start anew.
            Tired of being a kid.
            Tired of just fucking you.
            Want to see a friendly smile,
            Next to me in bed.
            Mad at always having to bounce,
            After girly gives me head.
            Know I can't escape the past,
            I set for myself long ago.
            All the fun that it really wasn't,
            You can never truly know.
            I've learned from it all,
            I've stopped thinking with my balls
            Now just looking for the one,
            The right one,
            No longer just the next one.
            The person who will know me,
            As a person not just a playa.
            The one who will think of me in prayer.
            The girl who'll see I'm much more than I seem.
            The shortie who'll share my visions and dreams.

            The one who'll see past my past,
            Live in the present,
            And who'll be my future.

            I'm tired of playin,
            Stopped my game
            Have to admit, I'm a little ashamed.

            Death to this player,
            So I guess death to me.
            Will this world give me a chance?
            We'll have to wait and see.

            -V-Day 2000