Cussing is the shit that lets motherfuckers know what the hell it is you are trying to say.
But why is it that cussing makes me feel like I’m no longer in the mix, but I’m out
Mommi says good Christians don’t talk like that
Could be shawty is right
But does keeping it real make me a different kind of cat?
Every now and then I like to release a word or two as part of my verbal flow,
It offends some
That’s what their faces show
It’s not the standard vernacular of Kings, I heard at the church
Could it be that denouncing it is a way to control me into being more like them?
The words make me feel empowered
But the stares make me feel small
Does he have to talk like that?
Some think it’s trifling
I tried to stop, but I guess the demon got lonely, so he came back
I want to be free to cuss but I feel so bound
Do I need to have hands laid on me and let the Spirit take control?
The more I cuss, the more I want to cuss
It’s like liquor and sex, you can only have what’s been allotted to you or you end up out of control
I feel intoxicated enough to dance on the table
But I guess I’ll sit here and fit in.
Some would say, that’s fucked up.