lingering lines

All the fellas sitting in line
At the Barber Shop.
All the fellas sitting in line
for their line-up
buzz cut
prenup
for the ladies standing in line
at that whack club

I'm waiting 
watching women
castrate their 
last date 
since their fate's
presented on
plastic plates.

I know about the show
these fools are stooping pretty low
to maintain the stain in their 
petty game.

Diving for dollars and diamonds 
don't drown in desires for fools
technology and tools breed faster mules
they carry the customs and culture
of hiding your crying 
and paying your fine.

Wait, are you living this life?
Do you question your strife?

Will you try to fight dope
Because you're walking the tight rope
And I know that your sight won't 
See the side lines 
Because you let boxes define
What you think is inside.

Won't you at least try
to look for the
line's lubricated lies?