Game

Fella's learning from fella's, females learning from females, each sides games under construction. Ooh she got that white skirt and all the fella's looking, Imma bring that white skirt to the table. For the fella's it's oh he got swoll up Imma get in that gym and pop pills and swell up.

Niceness don't express him. Cockyness express him. Niceness respects the space that a female inhabits and lets them be whatever they being in the moment, even if they trying to attract him. Arrogance is like cockyness but bigger, like she should choose him, I know I'm all that and everything else plus two or three.

She got swag, she spend time thinking about her movements. She's that niceness she's not gonna cross the bridge. Slutty is like I'm across that bridge if he's there. Fella's do the slut thing to, like she's there so I'm there. But she got swag, she see him and he don't got it. She see's him and he don't got it. She see's movie stars and rock stars and they got it so that's me that's where I'm at.

Code is the constitution of the system, ever-evolving. Game's are created and deleted and instituted and these games run through the system yet the system continues to gel.

Bodies and minds interwined like music so there's no end to the combinations of relationships, and it either sounds good or it doesn't. It could play over and over or be lost in time. So many combinations and the lock still won't open...