Conscious Chemicals: Elixir #9: "Gentleman's Club"

It's getting late.
I'm running out of time;
So I'll lean against this Buick
Although it isn't mine.
The late picks are in effect.
Most of these girls are far from fine;
But word play hasn't failed me yet.
I just call these nickels dimes.
I remember my little car:
An Escort with two flat tires,
A garbage bag in my back window
And an engine that caught fire.
I post up, posing by the car;
But I couldn't catch their ire.
Don't they know that I'm a star?!
They should cater to my desires!

I'm heavy in the streets!
I mean, I'm working on my mixtape,
I opened up for local talent
And my radio show comes on late;
But they don't show me love.
They barely speak or give me hugs
And when I tell them who I am,
They just look at me and shrug.
I know that it sounded raw;
Maybe even a little disrespectful
when I used to shut girls down;
Telling them they had "potential."

Maybe I should be resentful;
Because now, I'm in their place;
Feeling like the only tortoise
To have never won the race.
I thought it clever and cunning
To take a peek under her lace;
But nothing is more unbecoming
Than a hand print to the face.
I watched kings get their queens
With the grace of an ace
While this jack always left the club
Walking home at a slow pace.

I'm always ready to make haste.
I guess I can be a little rude.
I think I'm getting a taste
And they think I mean to intrude.
Maybe I am that dude.
It never registered in my head
That girls hate when we holler
"Yo Ma," "Ay bae," or "Say Red!"
They say that chivalry is dead;
And it would be hard to disagree
I used to chase them all; but instead,
I think I'll do what's right for me.

Even if the club stinks
And they serve up cheap drinks,
I'll change my flavor in this blazer,
Collar shirt and cuff links.
I won't go looking for winks.
I won't announce that I'm there.
I'll just blend in, be patient and think
Before I sound dumb and unaware.
I'll give women the respect they deserve
Instead of exploiting them for my means.
I'll try not to rattle their nerves
And be the nicest guy they've seen.

That's where it has to begin.
I'll still walk home from the bar;
But one day, I'll make a friend.
Maybe I'll walk her to her car. ♥